Page 13 of Joining Little Jessica

“Babygirl, the flogger isn’t for flogging... not tonight. Can you trust your Daddies to handle you with care?”

His words soothed the worst of her nerves, and she nodded in response.

“Good girl,” Forrest praised.

His soft words warmed her, and she smiled at him as she waited for them to make the next move.

“We’re not going to tie you up, but you need to keep very still for us. Do you think you can do that, Jessie?”

“Oh, yes, Daddy.”

At her agreement, Sebastian handed the flogger to Forrest before digging in his back pocket to produce a black strip of cloth.

“Daddy is going to close your eyes for you now. Your hands will be free so you can take it off at any time. And the second you tell us to stop or call out your safe word, we’ll rip it off and stop the scene. Understood?” Forrest asked her, nodding to the blindfold.

“Yes, Daddy. I can stop this at any time. I have all the power.” And she felt like it. With their careful words and sweet gestures, Forrest, Rowan and Sebastian were proving to her that there really were men out there whom she could trust.

“Such a perfect Little,” Rowan cooed at her as he sat down on the bed next to her. He was the only Daddy without anything in his hands and she wondered what he would be doing while she was blindfolded.

Sebastian gently tied the strip of cloth around her head. It was thick, soft, and comfortable on her face. The sudden lack of light should have scared her, but instead, it only made her feel more... needy.

“We’re going to start now, princess,” Rowan warned her. “We won’t touch anything but exposed skin. Everything covered by your underwear will remain a safe zone for now.”

Jessica couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed by this statement, but before she could say or show anything, the first touch registered.

Featherlight. On the mound of her breast, right above the cup of her bra.

At the same time, a warm mouth kissed her on her chin as something else—the flogger—stroked up the inside of her thigh.

Rowan’s soft kisses moved from her chin to her neck and collarbone as the other two men tormented her with their gentle touches.

They were going to kill her with their gentleness. Jessica had experienced nothing like this before in her life. All she’d ever known was pain. Hard, loud, scary pain.

And now they were undoing her with their tenderness.

Without touching her in a truly intimate way they were driving Jessica to heights she’d never experienced before. Not even when she quietly explored herself in the dead of night under the covers.

The whole time all three of her Daddies praised her. They told her how beautiful she was in their eyes. The men listed all her virtues and slowly—torturously slowly—convinced her that they wanted her.

No. In fact... they needed her.

It was the most freeing thing Jessica had ever experienced.

Two of her Daddies teased at the edges of her underwear, and she silently begged them to break their own rules and touch her in the way she hungered for them to.

Her third Daddy slowly kissed every available inch of bare flesh, and as Jessica’s hunger grew, so did his, because after some time, his tongue came out to taste her skin.

Seconds turned into minutes, minutes into hours, and hours into years. Or that’s what it felt like to Jessica.

Her entire world became nothing but sensation. Softly whispered words and gentle, tender caresses.

And then... then she was floating in the clouds above the world, her body surrounded by soft cotton candy.

Jessica didn’t know how long she floated in the clouds, but when she finally came back down to earth, she was surrounded by her three Daddies.

She blinked slowly, realizing that if she was seeing them, they had to have taken off her blindfold at some point.

“What happened?” Jessica asked, her voice slightly hoarse, as if she hadn’t used it in days.

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