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I blush as I remember just how demanding they can be.
“Next, there will be times when one of us wants you to ourselves. Whether that’s a function you’ll attend with us or spending the night in our bed. We’ve agreed that’s OK, and we won’t come to blows just because you’re having alone time with one of us.”
It’s oddly sweet, which explains why I’m tearing up.
“What if I want to go on a date with both of you?”
They look at each other, and Tobias takes over. “We’ll have to plan and be careful. You understand enough about my family to know that my wife being seen with another man could start a war. Especially if that man was part of another family that we have contracts with.”
I’m well aware of how it is, and I fucking hate it. I hate this life I’ve been born into. It’s archaic and stifling, and I’m not OK with it. But it’s what I’ve been dealt, so I have to figure out a way to make it work.
“I trust that you’ll figure something out. Because I want to do things with both of you. And not just things in the bedroom.”
“That’s a shame. Because we kind of planned to keep you in bed as often as possible,” Owen says.
“What about other things… I know yesterday you coordinated and agreed not to give me conflicting orders, but it’s bound to happen at some point.”
They blew out their breath. “If it comes to that, you’re a smart girl and you’re free to use your best judgment. It’s not like you’re a slave.”
I duck my head.
Tobias lifts my chin. “Are you saying the two of you were involved in a TPE relationship?”
TPE, as in total power exchange. I nod slowly. “Owen’s word was law. It’s what we agreed on. It worked for us.”
He whips his glare to Owen. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. You knew she was engaged, and you manipulated her into a twenty-four/seven dynamic? I ought to beat the shit out of you right here.”
I put my hand on his shoulder. “Tobias, please. It wasn’t his idea.”
Owen remains stoic as Tobias turns back to me. “What do you mean? Are you saying you asked for this?”
“Yes. And Owen refused at first. He just wanted to play at the club. But I talked him into one weekend of TPE, and it was the happiest and most mentally stable I’ve been. Don’t be angry at him.”
Tobias shakes his head and I worry that he’s somehow disgusted with me. He sucks in a long breath and blows it outward then picks up my hand and kisses it.
“If that was your dynamic, I understand why having two Doms give you conflicting orders would be hard for you. We’ll work on making sure those instances are rare.”
Owen leans in and puts a hand on my arm. “The important thing is we want you to enjoy this, Bellamy. Your happiness is the motivator here.”
Tobias is still glaring at Owen, so I don’t think he really believes I’m the one who escalated our dynamic, but he doesn’t disagree with him. “Thank you. Both of you. We’re going to make mistakes, but this makes me feel so much happier than even I imagined it would.”
Despite his obvious skepticism, Tobias gives me a smile as he picks up his water and sips it.
“Any questions for us?” He asks after a beat.
I think about it for a moment before answering. “Two things come to mind. The first is jealousy. How are you going to deal with it?”
Both men seem surprised by the question, and for a moment I regret voicing the concern, but I press on. “It’s bound to happen. You’ve both almost come to blows over me at least twice since the rehearsal dinner.”
“That’s a fair question,” Tobias says, seeming more comfortable in the conversation again. “Jealousy is a natural feeling, Bellamy. It’s going to come up in all of us at some point, but we’ll handle it like grown adults. We’ll talk it out and work through it together. We won’t let it affect our relationship with each other or with you. As you’ve pointed out before, the three of us used to be the best of friends. We can lean into that.”
Owen nods in agreement, but doesn’t add anything, so I continue.
“We’ve talked a lot about physical pleasure and intimacy. But what about emotional intimacy?”
Tobias shifts and looks at Owen uncomfortably. This was the question I feared asking, and their reactions aren’t helping matters.
“What about it?” Owen finally asks.
