Page 24 of Sharing Her Heart

“No,” John replied quietly. “I need you to understand that this was not planned. We had no intention to invite you back here after dinner on Friday. Not until we saw you. After Sophia, Nathan and I decided we were done with that. We’ve not had someone like you in years.”

“Why do you still have her clothes then?” she asked, looking at the wardrobe. “Those are her clothes, right?”

“Yes. Why would we throw away perfectly good clothes just because the person who used to wear them turned out to be a bitch?”

“Easy now,” John cautioned. “Forgive Nathan. He still blames himself for Sophia’s betrayal.”

“I will never betray you,” Felicity quickly said. “I won’t tell anyone anything we did. I promise…”

“I know you won’t,” John said quietly. “Sophia is a mistake we saw a long way coming but chose to be blind to. Fathers can often be willfully blind to their little girl’s shortcomings.”

She looked at him. “That’s what this is about, isn’t it? You being my Daddies and me being your little girl.”

“Do you have a problem with that?”

“I should…” She looked at them, face going flush. “This is crazy!”

“It’s only crazy if you want it to be.” John cupped her face. “All we want to do is take care of you. Why is that crazy?”

Felicity’s heart raced as John’s hands cradled her face, his words echoing in her mind. A simple promise, but the implications were much more complex. The warmth of his touch, combined with how Nathan's arm wrapped securely around her waist, sent a conflicting surge of emotions through her. The intimacy, the protection at war with the strange dynamic they were offering. It felt like stepping into a world she didn’t fully understand but was undeniably drawn to.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” Felicity admitted, her voice barely a whisper. Her eyes darted between the two men, trying to gauge their reactions. “I barely understand what it is.”

Nathan’s grip on her tightened slightly, grounding her. “You don’t need to understand everything right away,” he said, his voice still carrying that low, rumbling quality. “Just... trust us. You don’t need to worry about anything. Let us take care of you.”

The words lingered, and Felicity realized how tired she was of worrying, of overthinking, of feeling like she had to control everything. The idea of letting go, even if just for a little while, was more tempting than she wanted to admit. Her life had been structured, predictable, and... lonely. But here, in this strange arrangement, there was excitement. There was a connection.

“And what does that mean?” she asked softly, looking at John for reassurance.

John smiled, his thumb brushing lightly across her cheek. “It means surrendering to our will. It means trusting us to know what is good for you and what is not...”

“It means being a good little girl for Daddy,” Nathan continued.

Felicity swallowed hard. It felt dangerous—this idea of leaning on them so completely—but it also felt thrilling. She’d always been the one taking care of others, keeping her life in neat little boxes. And now, they were offering something entirely different.

Nathan, still holding her close, finally spoke again. “You can have whatever you want. This doesn’t have to fit into a box. There’s no right or wrong here.”

Felicity bit her lip, glancing back at the wardrobe that held the clothes of another woman—one who had walked a path with these men that hadn’t ended well. The thought made her hesitate, her mind flashing back to what they’d told her earlier.

“Is this how it was with her?” she asked, her voice more uncertain now. “With Sophia?”

“No,” John answered immediately. “It was different. You’re different. And we’re not the same men we were back then.” His voice softened, his sincerity clear.

Felicity closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting herself melt into the warmth of their embrace. In a few hours, she would be heading back home to her boring life of grading assignments and preparing lesson plans. What was the harm of giving in to this for one more day?

Just for one day. She could be theirs for one day. Then she’ll go back to her normal life; no strings, no attachments.

The reality of what she was agreeing to—what she was stepping into—felt overwhelming, yet the pull of it was stronger. She couldn’t deny how safe she felt in their presence, how exhilarating it was to let go of control, even if just for a fleeting moment in time. It was like stepping into a dream—one where the rules of the outside world didn’t apply, and she could just... exist in this strange, intoxicating bubble.

"One day," she whispered to herself.

She didn’t need to respond. They could already see her decision in her eyes, and she felt Nathan’s hand sliding around her body under the sheets and pressing between her legs.

“Time to stop living in your head, Felicity,” John continued, moving on top of her. “Let’s bring your fantasies to life, baby girl.”

She gave in. Not that she had any choice in the matter. Her body had already decided for her, and now her mind was left to follow. And it did, pleasure suffusing her thoughts as John began to kiss her.

On her last day with them, John and Nathan brought Felicity into a whole new world of pleasure. They barely left the bed. All day, they brought her to climax over and over again, one switching for the other until pleasure rode the edge of pain and pain lost its sting.

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