Chapter 127: He Is Dominant In Nature

Chapter 177: He Is Dominant In Nature

Amelia didn't want to have this conversation. She was embarrassed, and she would have to share a secret that would make the situation make sense. She moved to get off Justin's lap and stood up. He looked disappointed but didn't stop her as she began to pace. She knew he liked physical touch; he always seemed to relax more when touching one of them. She noticed Donald take his hand and squeeze it reassuringly. They were both such good men, and she hated that after today, they might write her off.

"I know we had a small discussion about our past, but I didn't tell you everything," she said, watching them exchange a look before focusing back on her. She sat in the chair facing them and stared down at her hands as she began.

"I wasn't faithful to my boyfriend, Matthew, the last year we were dating. One of my clients was into phone sex; he just wanted us to talk, and we talked about everything every day I worked. It got to a point where we mutually felt attached to this man, and we exchanged numbers. We began texting all through the day and night. I didn't know what he looked like, and he didn't know what I looked like. We just shared a connection in such a way that I wouldn't call it friendship, and he began to send me flowers and little gifts when I was having a tough day. Sometimes, he would send me food on days I was studying late and hadn't eaten. He did everything I wanted from my boyfriend except physically." She paused, looking at their faces.

"He had known I was in a long-distance relationship for most of the time we were talking, but when he found out we had broken up, he asked me to come visit. He lived in Dubai and bought me a flight ticket and a hotel, which I reimbursed him for. I didn't want to feel indebted to him, mostly because I didn't know any more than just our conversations. So I went to Dubai on spring break, and we met. It was great; we didn't have sex or anything because, even though I was stupid enough to fly to see a complete stranger, there was something slightly off about him that made me not ready to take that step." She took a deep breath.

"After I rejected his advances, he didn't pressure me, which was nice, I guess. I stayed for a few days, and we spent the day and night together at the hotel he lodged me in. When I left, I never heard from him again; texts and calls went unanswered. After a few days, I stopped trying. I was so depressed about it, but maybe it was what I deserved since I was the one who cheated." She looked at them again, and there was no judgment on their faces. Their faces looked carefully guarded; they were silent for a while, and she waited for them to process what she had just said.

"Did Matthew find out?" Justin asked carefully.

"I didn't think he knew," she replied. A flash of his face came into her memory.

"But a few days ago, when I was running on the path I always ran, he was there, and so was the man from Dubai. They met at a medical conference, and he saw a picture of me on Matthew's phone. It was such a random coincidence, but he apparently told Matthew everything, and when they told me the story, he ended with 'all whores need to pay' in his words." She paused, emotions overwhelming her.

It was embarrassing that she had stooped so low as to cheat instead of breaking up with Matthew when she knew it wasn't working out. She clenched Donald's hand into a fist at her words. He was pissed, and she didn't know if it was at her or what happened to her, but she decided to continue. She was already in a hole, anyway.

"Matthew had hit my face, making me fall to the ground, and the man from Dubai started kicking me, calling me terrible names. Matthew made him stop and told him maybe I should just be treated like the whore I was." She stopped; the next part made her hands shake.

"They started touching and tearing my clothes off. I couldn't keep the tears back, and Justin reached out and pulled me onto his lap again. Both Donald and him took my hands into theirs..."

"They started touching me, and when I tried to fight back, I was pinned to the ground." She shivered, remembering Matthew's cold, rough hands on her body and the other man's wet, disgusting mouth.

"When I tried to move, they would slap me. They didn't rush, and they didn't seem to care about being caught. When I had enough breath after being punched and kicked, I began to scream, but they shoved my underwear into my mouth."

Donald was vibrating with anger, and Justin's eyes were glazed with tears. She didn't know why their emotions were so strong because of...

"They ran away, threatening that it wasn't over. A man and his son had heard me scream and began looking for me. I was half-naked, but they covered me with a coat and called the ambulance. I am so grateful to them because I know they would have probably killed me or worse." She finished, letting a sob take over.

Justin pulled her down to his chest, and she felt Donald's arms around her as well. She sobbed; she had been so scared and alone, and she hated it. She hated that she couldn't defend herself and that this even happened in the best place. She never thought she would be that type of person to resort to talking to another man while in a relationship, but she had been so lonely, and the man from Dubai had been such a comfort. She didn't know he would be this unattractive, much older man, even though he sounded nice on the phone, and they connected in such a natural way. She definitely didn't expect him to be a gorgeous talk doctor with clear eyes and a ginger hat. He had been low-key controlling, from the way she dressed when they went out to what they ate, and it threw her off because he didn't come across that way on the phone. It was a big lack of...

"What are their names?" Donald asked in a dangerously cold tone as she finally stopped crying.

She told him their names. Her great-aunt was very religious, and she knew they were both Bible names of great men, but Matthew and Mark weren't anything of the sort. He turned her face towards him, gently wiping the tears off her cheeks.

"Amelia, everyone makes mistakes. Being emotionally attached to someone outside your relationship usually means you aren't getting what you need from inside your relationship. You have to be honest with us if you aren't getting what you need from us; you have two men now, and you shouldn't be lacking in anything. We don't want to control you, but we do want to keep you safe and happy." He said it, and there was no judgment in his tone, no anger, not even disappointment.

She sat up on Justin's chest and studied him. This man, who for the entire day made her feel like the most important person in the world. She knew his daughter probably was, and then his parents, but he never made her feel like she was less than. Fresh emotions overwhelmed her; this is what she thought she was getting with Mark—someone who cared more about her than just getting sex. But was it even possible that she was being blind here, too? It hadn't even been a month since they started their relationship, but she felt like it had been longer. She looked down at Justin; he looked exhausted, but she knew he wasn't going to rest until they had gotten some things straightened out. He also showed her that he cared in more ways than one; he came to Maryland to pick her up when she was perfectly capable of heading home on her own. He probably didn't even know how much that meant to her, coming from a relationship where she didn't even get calls on her birthday.

"I promise I won't hide my feelings from you guys. I won't ever make that mistake again," she told them. Justin looked satisfied with her answer, and Donald gave her a small nod.

"We still have so much to talk about, but Justin needs to rest up because he's fighting his exhaustion right now," Donald said, gently massaging his head. Justin made a small whimpering moan that made her smile. She watched his eyes roll back and close as he enjoyed it.

"I will clean the kitchen; we are still home tomorrow, which will be nice," she said, standing to her feet, and Justin reluctantly released her.

"Get a shower; I will help clean up, and we can all go to bed," Donald said, kissing Justin's neck before bringing his face to his.

She loved the sight of their affection for each other and how naturally it came. She didn't think either of them experienced a same-sex relationship, but they didn't seem bothered or uncomfortable in any way. Donald broke the kiss first and stood up, pulling Justin up to his feet. He smacked Justin's ass and ordered them to go upstairs. She smiled at the sleepy but obviously horny man as he shuffled upstairs. She knew she couldn't go again today; she was so sore, but maybe Donald was okay.

"You should go with him; he needs some sexy time, too," she told him, and he gave her a long look, almost as if he were torn by the idea, and she shrugged.

"I have gotten wonderful attention all day, and I would love to give him affection, but I don't think I could handle any more and fully satisfy him." He bit the inside of his cheek.

"I don't think he needs to be fucked; I think he needs to fuck," he said, and she raised her eyebrows.

Would he bottom for Justin? He was very dominant in nature, but do dominant men like to be fucked, too?

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