She met his gaze head-on. “I trust you. Bonus, KC knows you and loves you. As far as she’s concerned, you are her uncle. She’s known you all her life. I’m talking you’d get full benefits, travel and living expenses paid, and a real, honest-to-goodness salary that’s yours to keep. There’s a few rules we would insist on.”
“Ma’am?” He couldn’t help it, it escaped him before he could stop it.
She couldn’t be saying what he thought she was saying…could she?
Tilly smiled. “You heard me. I’m offering you a job. Well, more than a job. Way more. You’d actually have job security. That would be part of the deal. You’d need to move in here with us full-time. Don’t sell your condo yet, maybe rent it out or something. We’ll also draw up an employment contract. Try this for a year. See how we all like it.”
She glanced over at Landry, who nodded. Then to Cris, who also nodded. He realized Cris wore his leather collar, even though he was dressed. He hadn’t been wearing it when Bob left the house to come out to the pool house earlier.
Tilly’s focus shifted back to him. “If at a year we’re all still happy with this…we’ll discuss…other options.”
He wasn’t sure if his heart was going to race or seize. “Other options?”
She reached over, covered his hands with hers, and gently squeezed. “Permanent options. Landry and Cris are both crazy about you. I am, too, obviously. We love you. After a year, we’ll sit down and discuss…maybe you marrying Cris. Or not even that, if you don’t want to. We can add you to the trust we have for Cris, so it’s equitable.”
Okay, heart failure was looking like a viable option right now…
She didn’t speak, waiting for his reaction.
“I don’t want you to think I’m after your assets, Tilly. I have my own money.”
“We know, sweetie. But…” She squeezed his hands again. “I’m at the point where when I think about you even going out to dinner with someone else as more than a friend, I want to test how good I’d look in prison orange. But while we’re trying to shake all this out and see what happens over the next twelve months, another condition would be that you don’t get to date. Yes, I know you haven’t been dating. And, obviously, no sex with anyone outside the three of us. I don’t want to rush into this and bork our friendship in the process, especially since you’ll also be working with me.”
For a moment, her gaze dropped to her hands. “We’d also permanently collar you to all three of us as our slave at the end of that year. And you’d wear our wedding ring.”
Cris now wore a playful smile. “One of us, one of us.”
Bob nodded. “Yes, please.”
An amused smile curved her lips, one he recognized as her trying to remain patient. “Still not done yet. There are going to be certain…restrictions,” she said. “Sexually. So don’t answer so quickly.”
“I don’t care. I turn all of that over to all of you. When we started this, I gave you full permissions for whatever you want to do with me sexually. All three of you. I meant it then and I still mean it—I want it.”
“No more masturbating allowed.” Landry wore an evil smile. “You’re going to learn a lot about chastity and milking. More than you already know. I like to train my pets well, as you have seen first-hand.”
If it was a fraction as much fun as he’d already been through, he’d take it and more. “Yes, Sir.”
“Master,” Landry corrected. “From this point forward, you will address me as Master. Cris is always Sir, and Tilly is always Mistress. Unless, obviously, you’re in a vanilla situation where you cannot address us as such. Then she is always, at the bare minimum, Ma’am. You can revert to Sir for me when around KC, or use my and Cris’ first names, but Tilly is always Ma’am to you by default, unless she explicitly gives you permission to be informal with her. That is my rule, not hers, and it is not negotiable.”
“Yes, Master.” It felt better than right finally being able to call him that.
It felt perfect.
Landry drew in a low hiss. “My cock is aching, pets. Best get this over with soon. You know I become growly when left unrelieved too long.”
Landry’s intense green gaze bored into him. Bob suspected Landry wanted to bury his cock in his ass.
Bob realized, straight or not, he was fine with that. Not just fine with it, but hoping it would happen tonight.
Tilly spoke again. “Cardinal’s Rule—until the twelve months are up, I’m taking intercourse off the table. Giving and receiving, anally, and in my case, vaginally. With real cocks. Toys are okay. Although you might get tired of these two goofballs going after you with strap-ons that don’t get soft.”
Landry’s eyebrows shot skyward in a Who, me? innocent look.
“Everything else,” Tilly added, “is allowed, if you agree to it.”
Bob swallowed hard and looked at Landry, who now wore his wicked Dom grin. “That’s right, boy,” he said. “Cris and I are both looking forward to fucking your mouth as soon as we finish this little chat.”
“True story,” Cris added with a smile.
Bob tried to fight how hard his cock had grown…and finally gave up that battle.
There had been plenty of times he’d watched Landry use Cris like that and wished it was him in Cris’ place. Because he’d wanted to be used, to be taken.
Owned.
And on the other end, praised.
Loved.
Cherished.
“Yes,” Bob said. “I want this. I agree to all your terms.”
Tilly continued. “One year. If at that time all four of us are still on board with this, then we’ll drop that one restriction and it can be our celebration.” She softly sighed. “They have my permission to do anything else with you sexually.”
“What about you, Ma’am?”
She still held his hands, and gave him another gentle squeeze. “I’m going to ask you not to pressure me—not that I think you are now, because you’re not. You’re our very good boy. You’ve always been my very good boy. But you know my history, and you know where I was when these two lunkheads turned everything upside-down in my life. I want to be…cautious. I enjoy doing orgasm play with you as your Top. That won’t change. Whether I add more in the immediate future…I don’t know yet. I’m going to play it by ear and ask for your patience.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“And she has our full permission,” Landry added. “Cris and I have given her complete control in this matter. She sets and defines our boundaries. If at any time she extends them or restricts them, she has full discretion in that matter, including if she decides to lift the ban on intercourse sooner. That is at her will, not ours. Understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“You need to sign a new NDA,” she said. “I hate to sound like a bitch, but that’s for your protection as well as ours. I don’t want you to ever worry we’re going to leverage any of this against you. Trust flows both ways.”
“And you can always revoke sexual privileges before that year is up,” Cris added. “Not interested in forcing you. Or if on a night you’re not feeling it, you can safeword for sex.”
“Hmph,” Landry said, obviously not his idea.
Cris smirked. “We have to discuss what would happen after that anniversary, though. If we do fully collar you. At that point, you are agreeing that you give full control of that over to Landry.”
“I don’t want safeword rights for sex,” Bob softly said. “If I didn’t trust you three, I wouldn’t be here. That’s kind of the point. I want you to have control over me. My only physical hard limits are you don’t harm me, permanently damage me, or let other people use me.”
“Piercings?” Landry said with an evil smile. “Because I have been simply dying to see what you would look like with your nipples pierced, boy.”
A delicious shudder washed through him. “Yes, Master,” he whispered. “Nipples or ears. Within reason. Please don’t pierce my cock, though. I don’t think I ca
n handle that.”
“No worries. I am not interested in taking my newest toy out of action for that long.”
Bob swallowed hard. “Will you get me tattooed, too? Like Cris?”
Another thing he’d envied Cris for, that he was marked by his Master, a kanji character on his ass cheek.
Landry tipped his head as he studied Bob. “You would want that? You said nothing permanent.”
“Yes, Master. As long as it’s in the same place, and the same tattoo.”
Cris pushed off the wall and walked over to sit next to Tilly, on her right. He also reached out and Tilly slid her hands over to make room for Cris’ on Bob’s arm.
“Don’t say that lightly,” Cris said. “We don’t want to force you to be with us. We know you’re straight.”
“You’re not forcing me to do anything. I want to be here, or else I wouldn’t be here. And I don’t honestly know what I am anymore. Maybe I am bi, or pan, or whatever. Landry’s gay and loves Tilly. Why can’t I be straight and be with the two of you? Does it have to have a label?”
She reached up, cupping Bob’s cheek, her thumb tracing his lips. “Total honesty still applies. Are you in love with me?”
Bob forced himself not to look away. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Have you always been in love with me?”
“Yes, Mistress. But I really care about Landry and Cris, too. Maybe not as deeply yet, but…yeah. I love them, too. This feels like family. I don’t have any close family. And I love KC. Let’s be honest—I’m never going to have kids of my own. I don’t have nieces or nephews. I’m grateful you let me be a part of KC’s life. And Leigh and Lucas and Nick, too. Eva, and Nate and their kids. I love being able to take care of the kids for you guys.”
He nuzzled her hand. “Please,” he whispered as his voice choked. “I want this. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. Nothing’s ever felt more right.”
Landry rose from the bed and joined them, sitting and flanking Tilly on her left side. He also reached in and held Bob’s hand.
“This is for life,” Landry said, his tone serious but kind. “Do not let yourself get caught up in the drama of this, eager to play, just to realize it is not what you want. We would not be offering this option to you if we did not feel ready to make a lifetime commitment to you.”
“I want this. I want the three of you. I’ve seen how you live. I know it’s sometimes vanilla, and sometimes kinky, and sometimes a mix. I want this. All of it. The boring and the fun and everything in between. I want the three of you. Well, four, but KC just as family, obviously.”
“As your Master, you will belong to me,” Landry said. “If he has not already, Cris can tell you what that is like, good and bad.”
“It’s not always happy fun-time,” Cris said. “But mostly it’s good. He won’t let you slide on anything. Plus, being at the bottom of the ladder, you’ll have all three of us keeping watch over you.”
That was exactly what he wanted. Bob somehow suppressed another shiver threatening to ripple throughout his body.
“You’ll be the omega slave to us,” Landry said. “Cris is, of course, my Alpha slave.”
Tilly cleared her throat.
Landry actually rolled his eyes. “Sometimes you’re my beta slave, my charming little barracuda, and sometimes I’m in fear for my very soul. There are no in-betweens with you.”
She grinned. “True story.”
That was something else he loved about them, that while they were serious, they also didn’t take themselves too seriously. Around KC, especially, they were a normal family. Sure, they still had subtle protocols and rules a child wouldn’t pick up on, but normal nonetheless.
Happy.
Like him and Landry being sat down by KC one night and letting her paint their finger- and toenails while the little girl held a very serious discussion with her father about wanting to open a nail salon of her own to make people pretty.
“You’ll need to wrap up your business affairs soon,” Landry said. “Tilly will be traveling to the UK and Europe next month, the first in a series of trips over the next year, and I wish for her to have KC with her for most of that time because before long we’ll be putting her in kindergarten. You’ll be accompanying her. Any assistance you need to handle selling your business, I’ll be happy to provide it, or hire an attorney at my expense to assist you. Of course, any monies you receive from the sale of your business, that’s your money, not ours. The same applies to your savings and retirements funds, as well as your salary you’ll be earning. You might be my property, but more importantly, you come into this as our partner.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“I do not mean for you to lose money in the process, but expedite it as quickly as feasible.”
“I’ll probably ask Ed for help. He already handles my personal legal matters.”
“Excellent.” Landry reached out with his other hand and cupped the back of Bob’s neck. “You do realize that once my sweetly vicious wife allows us to drop all sexual limits with you, you shall be spending much of the following twenty-four hours on your back.”
“Or knees, or on all fours, or riding cowgirl,” Cris added with a grin.
Bob’s cock throbbed. “Yes, Master.” Landry’s hand felt warm, firm.
And, as his thumb began stroking the back of Bob’s head, loving. “Such a good boy,” Landry said. “You always have been. Even after what happened upon our initial meeting, you never held it against us.”
“I wouldn’t say that, Master.”
Landry’s lips quirked in a smile. “I meant permanently.”
“No, Master. I’m over that. Have been for a long time.”
He stared into Bob’s eyes. “We need to hear you say it. If you want this, you must ask for it. Completely. Willingly.”
Bob took a deep breath and met Landry’s green gaze. “Master, I want to be owned by you, completely, for the rest of my life. I want to belong to you, to this house, to be a part of this family. I want to work for Tilly, and I want to help raise KC. I…” His voice cracked. “I love Tilly and I love you and Cris. I swear I will spend the rest of my life serving you and this family, if you’ll please have me.”
Tilly leaned forward and kissed him, long, sweet, and achingly good. “Done,” she whispered. “One year from today, we make it permanent.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
She sat back as Landry looked to Tilly. “May I, dear?”
She snorted. “Sure. Lay one on him. You’ve waited long enough.”
Landry leaned in, pulling Bob to him to meet halfway. He slanted his lips over Bob’s, kissing him hard, crushing, stealing his breath away.
The first time he’d ever been really kissed by a guy.
Not.
Bad.
Landry’s scorching kiss felt firm, insistent, demanding.
Tilly released Bob’s arm and leaned back on her hands to watch with her head cocked. “I should warn you, you’re the first new toy these two have had in…well, ever. Besides Landry getting to know me. Hope you ate your Wheaties this morning. You’re going to need allll the energy you can get.”
Landry’s tongue pressed for entrance, which Bob immediately granted. He’d meant it, he wanted there to be no barriers, no limits for him with them in this way.
He wanted them to own him.
Completely.
Cris slipped his free hand behind Bob’s head, lacing fingers with Landry and taking Bob from him for a kiss. Different, but equally hot and good.
“Remember how you wanted to pound my ass into the pavement when you first met me?” Cris playfully asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
“How ya feelin’ now?”
“Like I want you to pound my ass, Sir. Literally.”
Cris grinned. “Lucky for you, we have toys for that.”
“Dammit, I should have made a rule prohibiting bad puns,” Tilly snarked.
“No backsies, love,” Landry drawled.
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nbsp; Chapter Fifteen
Bob didn’t know what to expect for sure, but as the two men stood and stripped, he suspected the only borderline left remaining after the evening ended would be the rule about intercourse.
And Tilly remained in full control of that.
She kept her clothes on and knelt behind him, pulling him against her body.
“Arms around me, sweetie,” she whispered in his ear.
He did, reaching behind her and clasping his hands together, tipping his head onto her shoulder.
Landry stepped in first, fisting his cock, slowly jacking it. “Last chance to ask for a reprieve, boy,” he said, the sadist’s tone deep in his darkest territory. “No penalties for it, either. But if you let me do this, I am fucking that mouth of yours.”
Bob opened his mouth wide.
The sadist smiled. “Excellent. I have wanted to do this for years.” He grabbed Bob by the head, Tilly tipping her head away so Landry’s hands could grip him.
Bob tried to keep his gaze focused on Landry’s eyes, the way he knew Landry wanted him to, but he couldn’t help but stare at the cock slowly coming at his mouth.
“Yes,” Landry whispered. “You know you want it, don’t you? Your cock’s throbbing already. Bet you’re salivating, aren’t you?”
He nodded, not wanting to close his mouth to answer.
As soon as the tip crossed his lips, Bob wrapped them around it and licked, sucked, loving the hiss of pleasure from Landry. A soft stream of French rumbled from him, non-stop and sounding delighted.
Tilly translated for Bob, whispering into his left ear. “My sweet, sweet pet. Such a hot, wet mouth you have. Prepare for me, boy, because I am going to finally claim you.”
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