“Then anywhere,” I said quietly. I stroked my thumb over Mercy’s fur, and she rolled back into me, making me laugh a little. I’d never owned a dog, and Mercy wasperfect. I loved her to pieces already.
“Okay,” Kip said easily, and I relaxed a little. “Let’s talk about our expectations, rules, and punishments.” I nodded. “We need you to maintain a balanced lifestyle. This means threebalancedmeals a day, which will include a carb, a vegetable?—”
I screwed my nose up in distaste, making Michelle snicker.
“—and some form of protein. That’s non-negotiable,chibi. You’ll be in bed at a decent time—no later than ten each night, unless you get permission from us to be up later.”
I groaned, flopping back on the couch. “I haven’t been to bed by ten like… ever.”
“We know,” Michelle said. “Which is why we’re establishing the rule. You probably didn’t have much in the way of structurewhile growing up. I think once we begin, you’ll find you actually like it and prefer it.”
I grunted. “Doubt it.” But what I didn’t voice was, the idea of rules was already settling me. I liked knowing what was expected of me, and they were laying it out plainly. It eliminated a lot of ways I could fuck up this relationship, which I was terrified of doing.
I’d never been one for commitment, but after meeting them and seeing how good things could be with them, I wanted this more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life.
“Your phone willalwaysbe on you,” Kip continued, ignoring my bratty attitude. “And before youevergo on another drinking binge, like you did last night, you will call us, so we can talk through whatever is bothering you, understand?”
My cheeks warmed.
“I understand,” I murmured, feeling properly chastised. I couldn’t begin to imagine what it’d been like to have me appear on their doorstep, drunk and a tearful mess. I’d have been alarmed and worried, too.
“Do you have a job?” Michelle asked me.
I nodded. “I start at Kreed’s company in the marketing department at the beginning of August. He thought it’d be best if Hudson and I had some rest from college before jumping into the working world.”
“Smart man. After everything you’ve recently been through, that was a good decision for him to make,” Kip said. “But the reason we ask is because anytime you leave home—whether that’s this home or your other home—” my heart clenched knowing they already considered this one of my homes— “we want to know when you leave and when you arrive to your destination. And sharing your location with us is also a rule. We will also share ours with you. It’s for peace of mind, not to stalk you.”
I cheekily smiled. “You can stalk me, Daddy.”
He smirked. “Oh, I know,chibi. But if I have to look at your location to know where you are because you failed to let us know, there will be a punishment.”
Punishments… I was both wary and curious of what that entailed.
“And speaking of punishments,” Michelle spoke up. “Punishments are nightly, whether you’re with us or not. Not because we think you’re bad, but because we need you to be reminded who is in charge and that we care enough to want to provide that structure and stability for you. I think you’ll enjoy it.” Her little smirk told me not all the punishment would be something I hated. Some might torture me, if her look was anything to go by, but they’d somehow be rewarding in the end.
My stomach swooped, and my dick hardened in my borrowed sweats.
Kip smirked like he knewexactlywhat was happening to me.
“And if I break a rule?” I asked, thankful my voice remained level and normal and didn’t sound as needy as I felt.
“Then you get punished, sometimes without the fun endings,” Michelle said with a shrug.
Oof. I wasn’t particularly interested in those types of punishments.
“Do you have any hard limits?” Kip asked then.
I shook my head.
“I’m good with pretty much anything,” I admitted, my cheeks heating.
“Then punishments can entail spankings, standing in a corner, writing lines?—”
“Please don’t ignore me, though,” I blurted, the idea of standing in a corner sending trepidation slithering down my spine. I cleared my throat roughly. “I can’t take it if you ignore me.”
“We’d never ignore you,chibi,” Kip soothed. “Never. That’s a form of abuse, and we don’t condone abuse, understand?”
I nodded, feeling a little better with his reassurance. “Okay, Daddy.”
