“She’s made her choice,” Landon told Justin. “What do you suggest we do now?”
Justin seemed a little surprised by Luci’s decision. I wasn’t sure what he’d expected her to do, but selecting time with all of us obviously wasn’t it. It took him several moments to come up with the next steps.
“I’d like to assign her a Dom for two weeks.”
“And by assign, you mean…?” I didn’t like the way it sounded.
Justin glared at me. “I have every intention of being fair.”
“Do you?” I couldn’t help it, I was still pissed at him for pulling this shit in the first place. He’d thrown a wrench into the works just when things were starting to go in the right direction.
Then again, I’d thrown my own wrench by backing off when I should’ve been taking the reins and claiming Luci as our submissive. However, I had my reasons and they all revolved around ensuring Luci got what she needed.
I could admit that I was a hard-ass. The Dominant in me was my most prominent part. And I liked it that way. I knew from the beginning that I was being hard on Luci. However, I was serious when I said I knew she’d be mine. More accurately, mine and Landon’s. Unfortunately, I’d played my cards wrong and confused the situation.
Hence the reason I was backing off. I needed her to figure out on her own exactly what she wanted.
“What are you doing?” Landon asked Justin as the man was folding small sheets of paper.
“The person who picks the lowest number will be Luci’s Dom for the first two weeks, and so on.”
I glanced at my brother. He nodded his head, so I figured what the hell. We could play it this way.
Each of us selected a sheet of paper. Unfolding mine, I noticed I had the number three. I assumed that meant I would go third.
“I’ve got one,” Landon said, although he didn’t sound at all excited about the prospect.
“There a problem with that?” I asked, confused.
“No. No problem. I was just hoping for a little time.”
“Time for what?”
“Never mind. It’s not important. Let’s go over the rules so I can lay them out for Luci. I’ll take it from there and we’ll figure it out as we go along.”
And with that, we quickly mapped out what I hoped would be the beginning of how it all worked itself out.
Admittedly, I was a bit skeptical. Then again, that was another prominent trait of mine.
Twenty-Five
THAT AFTERNOON, I OPTED TO go to lunch with Jordan. I knew he was worried about how things would play out and I wanted to reassure him that it would all be fine. I had decided not to share all the details. For a little while, I wanted this experience to be my own. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust him, because I did. I was merely being selfish.
After I shared as much as I was willing—which honestly wasn’t much at all—Jordan said he understood, hugging me tightly and telling me he only wanted me to be happy. I was grateful for his acceptance and understanding and vowed that one day I would give him the entire story on how I officially became the play toy of my four bosses.
When I returned to my desk, there was an envelope sitting on the top, partially tucked beneath my keyboard. It had my name scrolled across the front. My heart leapt in my chest as I thought about what this meant.
Without haste, I sat down at my desk and opened the letter.
In the months to come, you will be introduced to a world you didn’t even know existed until recently. Consider it training if you will. During that time, you will experience things you’ve only read about, some you’ve never thought possible. There will be rules to follow. Please review carefully.
You will be under the care of one Dom. We will alternate every two weeks, exposing you to endless possibilities during your time with us.
You will willingly submit to your Dom, giving him your undivided attention and devotion.
You will reside with your Dom during your time in his care.
You will do everything your Dom asks of you. Should you have questions or concerns, you will seek only his input, follow only his instructions.
You will have a safeword to use, and it will be abided by without failure. If you agree to these rules, open the letter attached.
Feeling a measure of relief, I folded the letter and grabbed the attachment. Unable to hide my smile, I slowly unfolded it, my heart rate spiking when I saw Landon’s signature.
Sweet girl,
I’m honored that you have accepted and I look forward to our time together. To show me your acceptance, I ask that you go to my office at five thirty. At that point, you will strip and kneel by the door, waiting for my arrival.
