Page 115 of Freestyle
Phoenix captures my gaze, his eyes dark with desire and promise. “We will,” he vows, his lips brushing against mine once more. “We’ll show you what it means to be ours.”
The sensations swirl around me, and a flicker of panic begins to rise within. My breath quickens, and I feel the familiar grip of anxiety tightening around my chestbut before the shadows can fully engulf me, I hear Gray’s voice, steady and calm.
“Hey, look at me,” he says softly, his hand resting firmly on my lower back. “You’re safe. We’re right here with you.”
I turn my gaze to him, his eyes filled with warmth and reassurance. The weight of his presence grounds me, anchoring me in the moment. “Breathe with me,” he instructs, his voice a soothing melody. “In and out. Just like this.”
I mirror his breaths, inhaling deeply through my nose and exhaling slowly through my mouth. With each breath, I feel the tension begin to ease, the edges of my panic dulling under the gentle cadence of his words.
“Good girl,” Gray encourages, his thumb rubbing small circles against my skin. “You’re doing great. Just remember, we’re here to take care of you. Nothing else matters right now.”
Phoenix, still kneeling before me, locks his gaze with mine. “You’re not alone,” he assures me, his voice low and steady. “We’re here to help you feel everything, but if it gets too much, just say the word. We’ll slow down.”
His words wrap around me like a safety net, and I nod, feeling the warmth of their love envelop me. “Okay,” I whisper, my voice trembling slightly.
“Let’s keep checking in,” Gray suggests, his eyes searching mine for any sign of distress. “If you start to feel overwhelmed, just tell us. We’ll pause, and you can take a moment to breathe.”
I take another deep breath, focusing on the rhythm of their voices, the way they keep me anchored in this moment. “I’m okay,” I say, though the tremor in my voice betrays me.
“You’re more than okay,” Phoenix replies, his fingers brushing my thigh, a gentle reminder of his presence. “You’re beautiful, and we’re here to celebrate you. Just stay with us.”
Gray’s hand moves to my shoulder, his touch a steady reassurance. “Remember, you’re in control. You can guide this. If you need to pause or change direction, just let us know.”
I nod again, the panic slowly ebbing as their words sink in. “I trust you,” I say, the sincerity in my voice echoing the truth of my heart.
“Good,” Gray smiles, his expression warm and encouraging. “Now, let’s keep going, one step at a time. Focus on us. Focus on how it feels to be loved like this.”
With their reminders echoing in my mind, I feel the tension begin to dissolve completely. I lean into Gray, feeling the solid warmth of his body against mine, while Phoenixcontinues his slow exploration, his kisses igniting sparks of pleasure that chase away the remnants of fear.
“Just breathe,” Phoenix whispers, his lips brushing against my skin. “We’ve got you.”
As I breathe I feel the panic recede further, replaced by the warmth of their love, the safety of their devotion. I’m not just a collection of scars; I’m a woman being held, cherished, and healed.
As the warmth of their love envelops me, I feel a spark of curiosity mixed with excitement. Gray leans in closer, his breath warm against my ear. “We want to take this a step further,” he murmurs, his tone low and inviting. “Are you ready to explore something new with us?”
I glance between them, my heart racing at the thought of what they might have in mind. “What do you mean?” I ask, a mixture of anticipation and apprehension swirling within me.
Phoenix, still kneeling before me, offers a reassuring smile. “We’re going to use wax play,” he explains gently. “It’s a way to heighten your senses, to help you feel more connected to us, but it’s also about trust. You’ll be in control, and we’ll guide you through it.”
My pulse quickens, a thrill of excitement coursing through me. “Okay,” I whisper, feeling a flutter of uncertainty.
Gray’s hand finds mine, lacing our fingers together. “We’ll start slow,” he promises, his voice steady. “If at any point you feel uncomfortable, just say the word, and we’ll stop. This is all about you.”
I nod, feeling the weight of their devotion settle around me like a warm blanket. “I trust you,” I say, the sincerity in my voice grounding me.
With a shared glance, Phoenix retrieves a small candle from the bedside table, its wax a deep crimson hue. He holds it up, letting the light catch it, and I can’t help but feel a rush of anticipation. “This wax is specially made for play,” he assures me. “It melts at a lower temperature, so it won’t hurt. Just warmth and sensation.”
“Are you ready?” Gray asks, his eyes searching mine for any hint of hesitation.
I take a deep breath, feeling the safety of their presence. “Yes,” I reply, my voice steady. “I’m ready.”
Phoenix lights the candle, the flame flickering softly as he holds it above me. “Just focus on the heat,” he instructs, his voice a soothing balm. “We’re here with you. You’re safe.”
As the wax begins to melt, I watch the droplets form, my heart racing with anticipation. Gray’s hand remains on my back, a grounding force as I feel the warmth of the wax as it drips onto my skin. The sensation is immediate—a rush of heat that sends shivers down my spine.
“Breathe,” Nix reminds me, his voice steady and calm. “You’re doing so well.”
“Just let go,” Gray murmurs, his voice a soothing balm against the rising tide of anticipation. He leans closer, his breath warm against my ear. “We’re here for you. Focus on how this makes you feel.”
