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“I am.” I rise from the couch. “Go upstairs and change into your dance clothes. You have a show to put on.”
Her features scrunch. “What show?”
I stroke the underside of her chin. Part of me is tempted to call the whole thing off, or at the very least, say something to prepare her emotionally for the things I have planned. But I swore to myself that I was done babying her.
She accepted my collar, which means she agreed to serve me.
“You have your instructions, little one.”
I leave the sitting room to go answer the door with a twitchy hand. Matthew and Dante saunter into the foyer looking a hell of a lot calmer than I feel.
“Thanks for making the drive out,” I say, making an effort to sound casual.
“It’s our pleasure,” Matthew says with a loaded smile.
“It’d damn well better be,” Dante says, “considering the mileage I just put on my new Ferrari. I’ll never understand what you see in the country. There’s nothing out here but fucking cows.”
“As far as I’m aware, no one in this neighborhood fucks their cows.” I motion for them to follow me into the living room. As they make themselves comfortable on the couch, I busy myself with pouring us all drinks.
“I have to be honest,” Matthew says. “When you invited us to come tag-team your sub, I was convinced you’d lost your mind. Are you positive you want to go through with this?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” I hand off tumblers of Scotch to both men. “She’d hardly be the first sub I’ve shared with either of you.”
“Well, sure. But Grace isn’t just any sub, is she? She’s your ward.”
“That’s not even the half of it,” Dante adds. “She’s your fucking niece.”
“She’s a submissive,” I say firmly. “No different from the others. She’s young and insatiable and I’m granting her an opportunity to get it out of her system.”
“Her system, or yours?” Matthew’s knowing smile grates my nerves.
“Why not both?” I say with unexpected honesty.
My biggest mistake was allowing Grace to become the exception to every rule. I need to stop listening to the voice inside that insists she’s somehow above it all, and start treating her like I would any other submissive.
In the past, I’ve found it satisfying to watch my subs get fucked by other people. It’s the only way these arrangements have ever been successful. My friends get off, and my subs get a dose of pleasure mixed with the pain they crave. Even the memories serve their purpose. Next time I get the urge to see Grace’s lips stretched around my cock, I can call to mind the memory of one of these men fucking her mouth.
It doesn’t hurt that such an arrangement also allows me to keep the promise I made to myself twenty-two years ago.
“Why won’t you just fuck her yourself?” Dante asks.
“Since when do you look a gift sub in the mouth?”
“My friend, don’t get me wrong, I’m more than happy to do it for you. I just vividly recall how it felt to be cock blocked the last time I put my hands on your girl.”
“That was different. She was a minor.”
“Funny how that didn’t stop you,” Matthew says.
I meet my friend’s gaze over the rim of his tumbler. Matthew and I have known each other for over half our lives. But as familiar as we are, there are pages of our personal memoirs we keep under lock and key. He doesn’t like to talk about how he first got into BDSM, beyond implying that he was young—possibly younger than Grace. I suspect this situation has reminded him of things he’d rather forget.
“As I’ve said before,” I tell him, “I didn’t so much as spank her until she was eighteen. But I’m glad you brought it up because it’s something I should mention before we get started. Grace is a virgin. So whichever one of you fucks her first, be gentle.”
I can already see the corner of Dante’s mouth tipping into a vicious smile.
“Just do me a favor,” Dante says. “When you realize the mistake you’ve made, don’t cut off my balls until after I’ve come in your sub’s mouth.” He nods to the doorway. “Speak of the Devil.”
I glance over in time to catch Grace peeking into the room before slinking back behind the doorjamb.
