Not that any of that mattered.
We were at our destination and now I was anxious to find out what they had in store for me.
•
Turned out the house on the island was far nicer than anything I would’ve expected. It was an eclectic mix of rustic and modern. Like the melding of all four of my bosses, which led me to believe that they did in fact all own the place.
“Are you hungry, little one?”
I turned to Master as I gauged my stomach’s reaction to the thought of food. It rumbled softly, making me chuckle. Then again, it was late and I hadn’t eaten dinner. I’d also bypassed most of my lunch, and popcorn didn’t go a long way.
I nodded. “Would you like me to make something?”
“No need. We have a cook who’ll handle all of that while we’re here. This is a vacation; therefore, you are not to work unless we specifically assign you a task.”
I was curious as to what tasks they might assign.
Master spoke to Sir, then disappeared from the room. I took a moment, checking it all out. The living room space was overly large, with vaulted ceilings and two solid walls of windows that I guessed would likely overlook the ocean. I couldn’t wait for morning to find out.
The furniture was cozy, nothing pretentious in this place. It all seemed to get some use, which I took to mean they frequented the island.
Sir moved over to the sofa and took a seat. His gaze followed me around the room, but he didn’t say anything. That seemed to be their M.O. And I liked that they watched me; it let me know that they had an interest.
When I had satisfied most of my curiosity, I walked toward him.
Sir pointed toward the spot by his feet.
“Kneel.”
I nodded, happy that he’d requested for me to do so. It probably seemed unusual to some, but it felt natural to me. After all, it wasn’t the first time they’d asked me to kneel.
I knelt by his feet, and Sir put his hand on my head, pulling it toward his thigh. He brushed my hair back from my face and caressed my cheek. Although I had never knelt at anyone’s feet until I met Master and Sir, I found something uniquely soothing about the act. Sure, it probably wouldn’t be the same if they didn’t touch me. However, they did, and through that small interaction, I felt cherished.
“It’s late,” Sir said softly.
I hadn’t checked my phone, but I figured it was close to midnight. And it had been a very long day, both mentally and physically.
“Still tired?” he asked.
“A little.” I had no idea why, since I’d taken a long nap.
“We’ll have dinner, then hang out in the hot tub for a bit.”
I lifted my head. “There’s a hot tub?”
Clearly my genuine surprise at all the details was entertaining them to no end.
He chuckled, then gently urged my head back to his knee and continued to pet me. It was a foreign sensation, both soothing and comforting. I found all the tension I’d felt since I left work yesterday afternoon had disappeared entirely. I still couldn’t believe that I was here with them.
Master reappeared. “Dinner’ll be served on the back patio in five minutes.” His eyes dropped to my face. “I expect you naked before you join us. In fact, whenever we’re alone here, I expect you to be naked.”
“We’re alone?” I thought he’d said they had a chef.
“For the most part. So, let me clarify. As long as we don’t have guests, I expect you to be naked.”
I lifted my head. “Yes, Master.”
I hadn’t been sure what the dynamic would be with both Master and Sir taking charge. However, it seemed that they worked in tandem, neither of them feeling the need to overrule the other. I wondered if that was something that happened naturally when there were two Doms or if it was merely the way they chose to handle things. I thought about asking, then realized I would save that for later.
“May I freshen up before dinner, Sir?”
“Yes, but come here first.”
I crawled into his lap when he tugged on my arm. He pulled me in close, then fused his mouth to mine. The kiss was exploratory, not rushed or frantic. My body reacted all the same, eager to get closer, desperate for his touch.
He cupped my face with his hand, and I melted against him.
When the kiss ended, I pulled back, staring into his eyes. “Thank you, Sir.”
I could see the smile in the hazel depths, although there wasn’t one on his mouth.
“Go freshen up.” He motioned toward the stairs. “Your bedroom is the first one at the top. And remember to strip before you return.”
The first thing that caught my attention was the fact that I had my own room. Did that mean I wouldn’t be sleeping with either of them? Was that how they handled it when they shared a submissive? The night I’d spent with Master, we had stayed in the guest room. But here they were relegating me to my own room?
