Chapter Twenty-One
Hudson
Cosy was cuddly and docile as he fed her the bottles, suckling quietly and wrapping her little hand around his like she always did. Her face was still splotchy from all her crying but she didn’t seem upset anymore. If anything, she seemed sort of spacey. Not in a bad, disassociated, triggered kind of way—he’d seen that before with trauma victims at the club on occasion. No, it looked more like calm, scrubbed clean, and most of all,little.
“What a good girl you are,” he praised as she finished up the second bottle. He sat her up and patted and rubbed her back gently.
“Are you still interested in your treat or are you too sleepy, teapot?”
“Always treat, Daddy.”
He smiled at her, sweet little thing. “Okay. You took your spanking very well so you’ve earned it. Papa and I were wondering if you wanted to discuss sex.”
Her dark brow furrowed. “My treat is talking about sex?”
Hudson burst out with a laugh so loud he startled her, and he almost missed Ian snickering in the background. This hilarious girl was going to be the death of him.
“No, baby. I hope you know Papa and I both think you’re a very beautiful girl and we find you very attractive. We’d like to be physically intimate with you in a new way than we have been—not just changing your diapers or giving you baths. We want to keep doing those things too but we’d also like to pleasure you. Give you orgasms, make you come. And have you do the same to us.”
“Oh,” she breathed, her parted lips and wide eyes forming perfect little circles.
“Does that sound like something you’d like to explore? If you’re not interested in either one of us, or both of us, that way, or not now that’s fine too. This is completely up to you. You can stay here and we’ll care for you as long as you like no matter what.”
She blushed, furiously, and it was adorable.
“I… I…”
“You don’t have to decide right now. Take all the time you need. And no matter what you decide, I promise it’s fine,” Ian told her.
Of course Hudson had a preference for what Cosy decided but he wasn’t lying. If she didn’t think about him or Ian or either of them in a sexual way, it would truly be okay. He’d be disappointed of course but he wouldn’t make unwanted advances. He’d never been that guy and he sure as hell wasn’t going to start, especially not with his fragile little teapot.
She was still crinkling her face in that pensive way—it was so cute he wanted to squeeze her. But he could be patient. Would be patient. Would sit here with her in his lap for the rest of his days if she needed that long to decide.
“I…I have questions.”
“Of course you do. Ask away.”
Her mouth, plump now unlike when she’d first come to them, wrenched to the side.
“Do I have to choose or do I get to have both of you?”
It was a miracle his heart didn’t burst right out of his chest.
“You don’t have to choose,” he said, trying his best to keep his voice steady. “We both want you and we’ve shared partners before. It would make us really happy if you wanted both of us but I know not everyone feels right about having multiple partners.”
“I couldn’t possibly choose, Daddy. I love you and Papa both so much.”
Ian pushed off the edge of the bed where he’d been sitting and knelt down in front of the rocking chair before both of them. He hooked an arm around Cosy’s hips and leaned in to kiss her cheek that was blooming like a rose.
“We love you too, babygirl. You make us so happy.”
“Even when I’m naughty?”
“Yes,” Ian confirmed, his voice fierce. “We don’t expect you to be perfect, ever. Daddy and I certainly aren’t. Especially Daddy.”
Ian winked at him and he rolled his eyes. Jackass.
“But we do expect you to try your best to be honest and well-behaved and accept whatever discipline we decide is appropriate when you’re not, just like you did tonight. If you can do that, you will make us the happiest Daddy and Papa in the whole world.”