Chapter 9

"Ican honestly say I've never taken a bubble bath with two grown men before," Dexter grumbles as I blow a handful of bubbles in his face.

"That makes two of us." Violet giggles, her naked body leaning against mine in the giant bathtub, and I'm hit with a sharp pain of guilt. Our trusting little sub is still wearing her blindfold even as she takes a bubble bath with the three of us because we are too chicken shit to show her who we really are.

We haven't come out and said it to each other, but none of us want this time with Violet to end. But once she realizes that we've deceived her, it will be over for sure.

"I guess that's a first for all of us unless Alpha has something he wants to share." I joke, wanting to make Violet laugh some more—the sound does something to soothe my restless soul as I twist a damp lock of her hair around my finger.

"No, but I want you to start sharing our girl." Violet's body shivers slightly at Jameson's words. It was such a slight movement—I'm sure no one else saw it—I only felt it. "Come over here, Little One—it's my turn to hold you."

Jameson takes Violet's hands and guides her to lie against his chest, leaving mine feeling cold and empty.

"Don't hog her all night. I want to hold her, too, before we all turn into prunes."

"Yes, Master," Violet says as she snuggles into Jameson's chest. "I wouldn't want any part of your body to turn into a prune." We all shout in laughter, even Dexter, as he was the butt of her joke.

"Don't worry, Pet. There's nothing on my body the size of a prune. I'll make sure you feel every inch of it as it slides into all of your holes."

The playful, easy banter has us feeling lighter than we have in a long time, and we have Violet to thank for that.

"Promises, promises." She continues to egg him on.

"That's it." Dexter stands up, taking Violet with him as he throws her over his shoulder. I'm not sure how he keeps his balance as he steps out of the tub with her squirming in his arms. "I'm going to prove it to you." He slaps her ass, making her giggle again before turning to Jameson and me. "Are you two going to join us?"

"Coming." Jameson and I say at the same time.

"Not yet, you're not," Violet says, giggling even harder at her joke, which earns her another slap on the ass from Dexter as we follow them to the bed for round five or six. It doesn't matter; none of us are counting.