The man was a spitting image of Master and Sir, only older with a head full of salt-and-pepper hair. The woman was likely the most stunning woman I’d ever seen. She had dark brown hair that was an inverted bob, longer in the front, shorter in the back. She didn’t look a day over forty at best, but based on my calculations, she had to be close to sixty and that was if they’d gotten together when she was twenty.
“Over here, sweet girl,” Sir instructed. “I’d like to introduce you to our parents, Melanie and Jeremy Moore.”
I had absolutely no idea how I was supposed to handle myself in front of these people. Master had informed me that their father was a Dom. Did that mean I was supposed to bow to him? Avert my gaze?
“The first rule of a good submissive is to be polite to your guests,” Master said, coming up behind me.
I squeaked, surprised by his appearance.
He chuckled and took my hand. “Mom, Dad, this is Luciana Wagner. Pet, meet our parents.”
Be polite to your guests.
For some reason, that comment broke me from my stupor and I realized that Mr. and Mrs. Moore were no different than me in the fact that they were humans and I was to treat them with the general respect I treated everyone with.
Mrs. Moore glanced over at her husband. I noticed his subtle nod before she placed her hand softly on his thigh. It seemed like a thank you gesture to me. Once she stood, she moved over to me with a beaming smile on her beautiful face.
“It’s wonderful to meet you, Luciana.” She leaned in and hugged me.
She was tall, quite a few inches taller than me, in fact.
“Oh, please call me Luci,” I muttered, enjoying the warmth of her embrace. It was such a motherly thing to do and I felt a hint of longing, wishing my own mother treated me as kindly. I couldn’t remember the last time my mother had hugged me.
When Mrs. Moore pulled back, she fluffed a long strand of my hair and smiled. “She’s as beautiful as y’all said she was.”
She had the same twang as her sons.
I felt myself blush. “Thank you, Mrs. Moore.”
“Please call me Mel.”
Smiling, I nodded.
“Come over here, Luci.”
My eyes widened at the gruff command coming from Mr. Moore. He was in full Dom mode. Or perhaps that was the setting he was always on. It made sense, considering what I knew about Master and Sir. Although Sir was a little more laid-back at times, Master was always on, always in command.
“Yes, sir,” I said, trying to keep some level of confidence in my tone.
I stopped in front of him, unsure what to do.
Mr. Moore seemed amused. His gaze shot over to his sons.
“She’s a wild one, huh?”
“That she is,” Master agreed.
I frowned. I had no idea what that meant.
“A wild one refers to an untrained submissive,” Melanie explained.
Oh. That didn’t sound good.
Melanie chuckled. “It’s not a bad thing, sweetheart. We all have to start from somewhere. And honestly, I believe that every Dom must experience a wild one before he can consider himself ready to be a full-time master. They will learn as much from you as you from them.”
“My kitten is quite wise,” Mr. Moore said, grinning.
He got to his feet and I found myself looking straight up into intense hazel eyes that reminded me so much of Master and Sir.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, girl,” Mr. Moore said.
“The pleasure is mine, Mr. Moore,” I choked out.
“Please, you may call me Jeremy.”
That felt strange to me. As though I wasn’t giving him the respect he deserved. He must’ve noticed my reservations because he tilted my head back by pinching my chin, then studied my face momentarily.
“You’ll need to work on merging your vanilla world with this one, girl. We’re not as formal as you may think.” His eyes shot to his sons. “However, it’s always a Dom’s preference as to what they would like to be called.”
I nodded.
“So, today, you’ll refer to me as Jeremy and should you ever see me in a non-vanilla setting, you can refer to me as King.”
I swallowed hard. “Yes, s—Jeremy.”
“Come here and relax, pet,” Sir commanded.
It broke me out of my spell and I moved toward the couch. He motioned for me to sit between him and Master. Again, I felt a little uneasy.
“Sweet girl?” Sir prodded. “Is there a problem?”
I swallowed down the anxiety and forced a smile. “Sir, would you mind if I…knelt at your feet?”
It might’ve sounded strange, and I hoped it didn’t bother Mel and Jeremy, but I was more comfortable there. I didn’t know why and I was sure it wouldn’t always be allowed, but I needed it to calm my nerves.
Both Master and Sir shifted their legs, leaving room for me to kneel between them.
