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“Not yet, kitten.There’s a few more rules in this room than simply being naked.”
“You’re not going to feed me like a child again, are you, Masters?”I moaned.
“Should I get the dog bowl from the armoire?”Dylan asked Nick with a scowl.
“You have adog bowlin there?”I gaped.
“Indeed, we do,” Nick replied with a staunch nod.
I didn’t bother masking my reaction.“I know some subs find great joy in puppy, pony, and piggy play.And far be it from me to judge anyone, but crawling on my hands and knees is too much.”
“We’ve already discovered how much you hate humiliation.”Dylan winked.
“Then why did you suggest the dog bowl, Sir?”
“To remind you there are worse things than being hand-fed.”Nick smirked.
“So, it was a trick?”
“No,” Nick frowned.“It was a push.That’s our job.”
With a nod, I knelt on the thick carpet beside the low table.
“Good girl,” Dylan praised, running his fingers through my hair.A knowing smirk tugged one side of his mouth as a rush of heat streaked between my legs.
They each took a seat in the matching Parsons chairs, then smiled at me with such raw adoration, my heart skipped a beat.
While I didn’t understand their desire to feed me, when I took the first bite of crispy bacon from between Dylan’s fingers, the heat in his blue eyes was all the reason I needed.
As Nick prepared the coffee, a soft chuckle rolled from his tongue.“I still can’t get Rachel’s shocked expression out of my head.”
“What was she shocked about, Master?”I asked before taking a sip of coffee from the mug he lowered to my lips.
“She couldn’t figure out why there was a pile of rice on the kitchen floor when she came in this morning,” Nick replied.
I felt my face warm.“What did you tell her, Master?”
“I told her what we did to you last night.”
“You did what?”I gasped.Mortification filled me.I’d have to face the woman at some point.God, how embarrassing and awkward the introduction would be now.
“Relax, kitten.She knows of our…proclivities.She’s just never been exposed to them until now.”
“So, you’ve never brought a sub home from the club before, Sirs?”
“Never,” Dylan emphasized with a note of finality.
“But what about all the toys in there?”I asked, nodding toward the armoire.
“We’ve been saving them for you.”Nick cupped my cheek.“You’re the first…and our last if we have anything to say about it.”
My heart swelled.“I’m honored, Master.”
“So are we,” Nick said with a dazzling smile that always sent my blood pumping.
After breakfast, they carried up the suitcases from the truck.As I unpacked my bags, Nick and Dylan hauled in clothes and toiletries from their respective rooms, claiming ownership of the suite as a triad.More than once, tears filled my eyes at the fairy tale unfolding before me.
Nick eased in behind me and kissed my neck.“It is magical, isn’t it?”
