Dangerous black ties

🔥🌶️We care🌶️🔥

The bright morning light shines in the room as I awake from the below murmurs in the room. I look around and see Dexter and Jeremy in slightly more relaxed clothes, but still, compared to my pajamas, I am exposed.

Their presence oddly brings me comfort. Even given last night's events, I know it would have been way worse.

I honestly didn't mind it. Though I do wish they could have come up with something else until I'm healed,

I think if they want to hit my bottom, I'd rather feel their comfort when I'm lying on their lap. It wouldn't feel like such an action.

I smelled Dexter before I finally looked at him in his t-shirt and jeans. It was an odd sight to never see them out of their work clothes that often. I felt his hand rest softly on the small of my back.

I look at him, noticing the possessive look in his eyes and his eyes roaming my body. It was the middle of the night, and I ditched the pajama pants because I got hot.


Both of their intense eyes were a silent reminder of their authority and care.

Jeremy stood by the window as he gazed out. His eyes seemed intense as the honey color flickered even more. His eyes were thoughtful and intense as he watched the morning unfold.

"Good morning. Principessa." Dexter spoke softly as he looked at me, slightly pulling the blanket back as if to look at me.
"How are you feeling?" He asked me, his voice sounding almost concerned.


My body felt sore, so I stretched slightly, hoping to help elevate some of my discomfort. It was slightly sore from the night before—nothing bad at all, just slightly noticeable.

I knew that if they were trying to hurt me, they would.

There are no bruises, but there is a slight pink color on my bottom.
"I'm okay. A little sore, but it's manageable." I say with a smile, looking at them individually.

I feel Dexter's fingers softly trace my back; his touch feels lingering and warm. Sending shivers down my spine.
"I'm sorry it had to be like that, but it was necessary. Sometimes we need to be firm, but we also want to make sure you're okay." He tells me with soft eyes, trying to make sure I understand that they didn't do it to be mean.

The aftercare part of their contract was the most intense, speaking of how important it is to make sure the sub feels safe.

I knew that if I wanted to use the safe word, I could have it at any moment.

Why didn't I? I wondered.


I look at Dexter signaling Jeremy to sit down with his head.

I noticed Jermery had now turned away from the window and walked to the other side of the bed.

I looked at Jeremy; his gaze was soft.
"We all have been thinking about how last night went," he said softly, his voice sounding low. "And it's important to us that you understand why we did what we did. So you feel safe with us." He continued with a tight smile.

Dexter nodded in agreement, his hand sliding up my thigh close to my knee and giving it a small squeeze as if to reassure me. "We need to be clear about these things to keep everyone safe and maintain our trust. But we also want to make sure you're feeling cared for."

I looked up at both of them, feeling a mixture of relief and lingering anxiety. "I understand. I really do. I'll be more careful from now on. I won't break the rules and disappoint you guys again." I say with a slight pout.

Dexter's eyes softened as he leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear. "It's not just about following rules, Meredith. It's about knowing that we're here for you and that we expect you to keep us in the loop. You're important to us. We aren't disappointed, Tesoro. We could never be."

Jeremy's hand reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from my face. "We care about you a lot, and we need to make sure you understand the gravity of things. But that doesn't mean we can't be close and supportive."

Dexter's hand traced a light, teasing pattern along my side, his touch lingering in a way that made my heart race. "I know this isn't easy, and we're not trying to be harsh. But sometimes, we also need to remind you of how much we care, and that means showing you in different ways."

Jeremy's gaze locked with mine, and he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a softer, more intimate tone. "Sometimes, discipline is part of caring. But it's also about being close and making sure you feel supported. We want you to know that even after something tough, we're here to make things better."

Dexter's hand moved lower, brushing lightly against the curve of my hip. "We want you to be comfortable and to feel secure with us. How about we start the day with a little more attention before we start with a good day? We can make it a good morning."

Jeremy's fingers gently brushed the skin on my side, trailing up slowly as he leaned closer, his touch warm and inviting.

Dexter and Jeremy exchanged glances, their shared understanding evident. Dexter's hand lingered on my hip, his touch firm yet gentle, while Jeremy's fingers lightly traced a path up the side toward my breast. "Let's make today a better day," Dexter said softly, his voice carrying both authority and affection.

Dexter's hand traced a light, teasing pattern along my thigh, his touch lingering in a way that made my heart race.

Jeremy's gaze locked with mine, and he leaned in closer, placing his lips on my neck as he softly kissed the area, biting and sucking now and then as his handrails up to my breast very slowly.

Dexter's hand continued to explore my inner thigh with a warm, possessive touch. His fingers traced gentle lines along my spine, sending tingles through me. "We want you to start the day feeling cherished," he murmured, his voice a low purr. "It's not just about the rules; it's about showing you how much you mean to us."

Jeremy, seated beside me, let his fingers rest on my side. His touch was warm and slow, creating an electric tension between us. "We need you to know that we care about you on every level," he said softly. "It's important to us that you're not just okay physically but emotionally as well."

Dexter's fingers traced slow, deliberate paths across my skin, his touch firm yet tender. He pressed soft kisses on my shoulder, his body radiating warmth as he pulled me closer.

Jeremy's gaze was intense as he watched Dexter's hands, using his free hand to move higher up my thigh with a reassuring, possessive caress. "We want you to start the day feeling good," he said, his voice low and filled with warmth.

Dexter's hand continued its exploration, his touch deliberate and soothing. His fingers traced gentle, heated paths across my skin, creating a rhythm that sent shivers through me. The warmth of his breath against my neck heightened the intimacy of the moment. Dexter's hand slipped under the waistband of my underwear, his touch teasing and deliberate. His fingers brushed my skin, making my breath hitch as he leaned in closer.

Jeremy's other fingers, now confidently caressing my side and moving up to my breast, added to the warmth and tension. His touch was steady, and his gaze locked with mine, filled with a blend of intensity and affection. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear.

Dexter's hand moved lower, his fingers brushing teasingly against sensitive areas with a mix of tenderness and possessiveness. "Tell us what you want," Dexter murmured, his voice thick with desire.

I feel Jeremy's fingers continuing up exploring my body. His touch lingered on my breast with a possessive, gentle pressure. His lips traced soft kisses along my neck, each one filled with an underlying heat that made my pulse quicken. His fingers traced soothing lines along my skin, his gaze filled with a mixture of desire and affection.

"Do you want this?" Dexter asked me against my ear, as the words weren't coming out of my mouth as his fingers were close to the area that was tingling.

I swallowed my spit with overrunning emotions.

"Yes," I say quietly, looking up at Dexter, who smirks.

Grabbing my chin and forcing his mouth against my lips.

Suddenly sliding a finger in abruptly.

I feel my shirt being lifted a bit, and Jermery's mouth meets my breast as he softly sucks and licks the area.

Creating a sticking wet contrast to the cool area around me.

The sensation quickly becomes pleasurable.

Holding back my neck, our tongues fight for dominance. He moves his finger in and out of me, harshly stopping before suddenly.

"Yes, what?" He asked me again. His choice sounded more stern.

Jeremy hadn't stopped his movements, only lightly hitting my nipple, making it hard for me to concentrate.

"Yes, sir." I stutter out quietly.

Dexter's fingers trace my opening.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" He asked, his touch teasing my bundle of nerves.

"Yes sir," I say louder, trying to only focus on Dexter as he is talking to me with his hand down my panties.

"Well, then take your underwear off. I haven't had the pleasure of tasting you properly yet." Dexter says it with a lustful look.