his pets

29. trio

Lily felt a warmth spread through her as Christopher unbuckled her wrists and ankles, his touch a stark contrast to the harshness of the leather.
Oliver's eyes never left hers as he too was released, their silent communication speaking volumes about the depth of their shared experience. They stumbled to their feet, their legs shaky from the hours of restraint.

Christopher led them to the bed his hand a firm yet gentle guide as they lay down on the plush mattress. He stretched out between them, one hand on Lily's waist, the other on Oliver's chest.
Lily felt a sense of peace wash over her as she curled into Christopher's side. Their master's arms wrapped around them both, a silent declaration of his love and protection.
Lily felt Oliver's breathing even out, his body relaxing against Christopher. She knew that he too was lost in the warmth of their master's embrace, the music a lullaby that promised them safety and love. Christopher's hand stroked her hair, a gentle rhythm that matched the beats. She closed her eyes, letting the sound wash over her, feeling more content than she had ever felt before.

In the quiet of the room, Lily reached out to Oliver, her hand finding his. He took it without hesitation, their fingers interlocking in a silent promise.
They were no longer just Christopher's pets; they were a trio, bound by a love that went beyond the confines of their training. She felt his eyes on her, and she knew he felt it too.
Lily's eyes grew heavy, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up to her. As she drifted off to sleep, she felt Oliver's hand squeeze hers, and she knew that she was not alone. The collar around her neck was a symbol of her submission, but in this moment, it was also a symbol of her freedom. The freedom to be exactly who she was meant to be: Christopher's devoted pet, bound by love and music, forever entwined with Oliver in this dance of power and pleasure.
Christopher's chest rose and fell with each breath, his warmth a comforting presence beside her. She could feel his heartbeat against her cheek, a steady rhythm that matched the slowing beats of the binaural lullaby. The bed felt like a cocoon, enveloping them in a soft embrace that promised rest and healing. Lily's mind swirled with thoughts of the future, of the trials and joys that lay ahead for them. But for now, she was content to simply be, to exist in this space where she was cherished and cared for.
The world outside the apartment walls seemed so far away, so unimportant. Here, in the sanctuary Christopher had created, she and Oliver were free to explore the depths of their desires and to grow as individuals and as a unit. The rules and the beats had become the fabric of their lives, a structure that supported them even as it pushed them to their limits. And in that structure, they had found a love that was both fierce and gentle, a love that knew no bounds.

As sleep claimed her, the music grew fainter still, until it was nothing more than a memory. 
The collar, the beats, the rituals, they were all just tools in their master's hand, guiding them toward a destiny that they couldn't help but crave.
Lily knew that she would face whatever came next with courage and grace, for she was no longer alone. She was Christopher's pet, and she had found her pack.