“Thank you.”
“What else is a hard limit for you?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“Knife play?”
She shivered. “No. Definitely not.”
He made a note. “Negotiable in the future?”
She hesitated. “I don’t know. For now, no.”
“I’m guessing no on needle, fire, and blood play as well.”
She shivered again. “Definite no’s.”
“Good, because they’re not my kink either.” More notations, then he looked up. “You will be expected to participate in impact and percussion play. Obviously, I won’t be nearly as hard on you as I am with Mac. Especially in the beginning.”
“I understand.”
“You will always have a safeword. We will always respect it.”
She nodded.
They went through a grocery list of things, neither man objecting to her hard limits. The talk made her totally wet.
Sully went over the list again. “Anything else you want to add?”
“Like what?”
“Like what you want. Not just limits of what you won’t do, but what you need from us. I want to make you happy.”
“Cuddle time.”
Both men smiled. Sully noted it in a different column. “Any specific times?”
“I…I don’t know. I never thought about that before.”
“We’ll leave it flexible.” He winked. “I’m sure we won’t have any problems meeting your needs there. Anything else?”
“Can I get back to you as I think of things?”
“Of course. You know our non-negotiable limits.”
“If I ever decide I want to change things?”
“We talk, like this. It’s possible in a few years you might be on a total safeword protocol like Mac is.”
A few years. She hoped for forever, if she got her way.
“What happens if you get tired of me and want to get divorced and I don’t want to? Or if one of you gets tired of me and the other doesn’t? Will I automatically lose both of you?”
The men exchanged a look. “I seriously doubt that will happen,” he said. “I am going to draw up a pre-nup. To protect you and me. Do you have a problem with that?”
Hell, she was negotiating her life as a slave. A pre-nup was easy.
“That’s fine.”
“Regardless, even in the unlikely event we were to split, I would still take care of Tad. That’s never something you have to worry about, never something you should ever allow to influence your decisions. I will put that in writing for you.”
Unlikely event! Her heart soared at that. “I appreciate that.”
“You will be expected to perform sexually as you are told. Your body will belong to me. And on the boat, to Mac by proxy.” He leaned forward, his eyes intense. “As Mac’s already demonstrated to you, you will be expected to submit regardless of what we ask of you.
What we do privately is different from what we do at a party or club.
Sexually, there will be no limits, except that we will never share you with anyone and we will never violate a hard limit. There will be times we fuck you at a party in front of people, or require you to sexually perform with us in front of others.”
His voice dropped, deepening, tinged with desire. She suspected his cock had hardened in his pants. “I may choose to fuck your ass, or use your mouth, or even both of us fuck you at the same time. We will always love you and take care of you, but you will belong to me.”
Her mouth had gone dry again. “Yes, Master.” Frankly, the thought of both of their cocks fucking her at the same time weakened her knees in a good way. She survived the double penetration of the dildos, and they were both larger than the men. Her head had nearly exploded, but she’d survived it.
Loved it.
She was dying to try that with them.
“Does that scare you?”
“In a good way,” she confessed.
He smiled and sat back in his chair. “When you’re not feeling well, when you’ve got cramps, you’re free to wear clothes as you feel comfortable. I don’t want you to be miserable, and I understand we need to work around that. You will always be collared, and you would have to stick to other protocols we have. There will be times I expect you to perform certain sexual duties regardless.”
She nodded.
“We can negotiate on the fly on that. I don’t ever want sex to be painful or unpleasant for you. Making love in private and playing a scene are two totally different things, even though there will be times I incorporate sex in a scene. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Mac will take you to the doctor again. You need another round of STD and HIV testing, just to make sure. I’ll get our medical paperwork so you can see it, that we’re clean.”
“I don’t need to see it.”
He frowned. “Yes, you do. I want you to know we’re telling the truth.”
“I trust you.”
“Don’t ever trade trust for your life if you don’t have to.” He consulted the list. “Mac needs to go over boat rules with you. That’s his domain.”
Mac laughed. “Do what I tell you to do. It’s that easy. I don’t violate our hard limits.”
She stared at the two men as reality hit her. She was really doing this. Not lost on her, the irony that she felt like she had more control and voice now than she ever had with Bryan.
“Do you want me to stay on the Pill?”
Sully’s face softened as he reached across the table and stroked her hand. “Sweetheart, that is one thing that is always in your control.
I will never demand that from you one way or another. Your health takes priority to anything.”
Mac nodded in agreement, but didn’t say anything.
“What do you two want?” she asked.
Sully shook his head. “Oh no you don’t. You don’t pass that decision to us. I mean it, it’s always your decision.”
“Do you want kids?”
He shrugged. “It was never an option for us, so it’s not anything I ever thought about before. No chance of him getting pregnant any time soon.”
Mac snorted with laughter.
She’d never wanted kids with Bryan. “If I decide I want children?”
“Then we talk about it. It’s safe to say it’s an issue we don’t need to worry about for a while. We’ve got a lot of craziness to get through, including the trial and you getting used to how we do things around here.” He shrugged again. “After that, if you want to talk about it, we will.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“Neither of us hate kids, if that’s what you’re getting at.”
Clarisse nodded. “How long before we get married?”
He playfully arched an eyebrow at her. “I haven’t even proposed yet.”
Embarrassed, heat flooded her face again. “Sorry.”
He smiled and stroked her hand. “I don’t want to rush things. I don’t want to pressure you. As much as it’s going to kill Mac and me to wait, I want to give you at least three months to try this arrangement before we discuss taking things further. I don’t want you to change your mind and feel like you’re trapped.”
“I won’t change my mind.”
“Good. Then the wait will be torture on all three of us. Regardless, you and I will talk again in three months, see if you still want to go through with this, see if you still feel the same way. Or if you need more time, we can do that, too. Or make changes. I’m willing to negotiate as much as I can to keep you happy.” He glanced at the time. “You both need to get dressed. Your doctor appointment is at one.”
Mac stood immediately, but she hesitated. “Can I ask one more thing?”
Both men nodded.
“Can I call him Brant when we’re not playing?”
Sully smiled. “That’s up to him.”
Mac looked at Sully, who apparently sensed what he wanted.