Page 130 of Their Fairy Princess (Office Intrigue Duet 7)
I rapped on the door, then let myself in.
He was sitting at the desk, and when his eyes met mine, he slowly but efficiently moved to kneel on the floor.
I took a seat on his bed. “I’ve decided to implement a few protocols.”
“Of course, Master.”
“Starting tonight, you are not allowed to go to bed without asking permission. If that means seeking us out, then you will do so. Once you’ve been given permission, you can come back here, strip, then kneel beside the bed until one of us comes in. Understood?”
“Yes, Master.”
There was a hint of approval in his tone.
“Should you forget about either of those, you will be punished the following morning.”
“Yes, Master.”
“You might not completely understand this, but it’s not as easy as it looks to make any and all decisions in a household. For instance, deciding what you can and will do next is not something I can manage. From here on out, it’s your responsibility to ask permission for what you can and will do. Whether it’s to take a swim or a leak, I don’t care. I expect you to ask one of us for permission.
“Now, I don’t mean when you’re sitting down for dinner, that you should ask me if you can eat this or that. That’s trivial. But I know you want this, Dante. I’m not oblivious. And in an effort to do right by you, I need your assistance in that matter. Does that make sense?”
“Absolutely, Master.”
“The last one for now… Every Monday morning, when I’m not traveling, of course, I want you to come into my room at six o’clock. You will join me in the shower. Just me and you. Every Monday. No matter what. I don’t care if you’re pissed off or if I am. That’s our time together. Understand?”
“It would be my pleasure, Master.”
“Mine, too.” I got to my feet. “And since today is Monday and we missed our shower, I’ll expect you to make up for it tomorrow morning.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Stand,” I instructed as I walked toward him.
Dante was on his feet, hands clasped behind his back, head dipped low.
I corrected that, tilting his chin up and pressing my lips to his gently, then holding his stare. “We’ll be in the library for a while. Me, Ian, and Everly. While we’re up there, I want you to spend some time thinking about what we’ll be doing to her.”
His eyes flashed with heat.
“You may get in your bed or the recliner, either one’s fine. I expect you to be naked while you fantasize about it.”
I waited, anticipating the question I could see burning in his eyes. I didn’t have to wait long.
“May I touch myself, Master?”
“I expect it.”
“May I have permission to come, Master?”
“Absolutely.”
“Thank you, Master.”
I kissed him again, then turned toward the door. “Just so you know, I’ll be thinking about what you’re doing while I’m with her, too.”
Dante smiled and that tightness in my chest, the one that had been there since our conversation that morning, eased slightly.
THIRTY-TWO
Everly
The heavy thud of footsteps on the stairs had me looking up from where I was sitting at the small writing desk.
“What’re you working on, little fairy?” Ian asked, his gaze zeroing in on the sketch pad laid out in front of me.
I smiled up at him. “I was just … doodling.”
His eyebrows lifted as he reached for the pad, brought it closer. “This is a little more than doodling.” He glanced around the pad at me. “In fact, it’s rather impressive.”
“Thank you, my Alpha.”
He smiled, set it back down. “I didn’t know you were an artist.”
I laughed. “Oh, definitely not. But I enjoy drawing from time to time.”
“What is it?” he asked, nodding toward the picture.
“Just an idea I had.”
“For?”
I swallowed. I honestly hadn’t expected him to see it. Anyone to, for that matter. I’d just been thinking about it since the three of us had started sleeping in the same bed together.
Realizing he was still waiting for an answer, I brushed my fingertips over the page. “I was redesigning the bedrooms. Trying to get a feel for what it would be like if the separation was no longer there.”
“Separation?” He walked over to the recliner, took a seat, then patted his leg.
More than content to be close to him, I walked over, sat in his lap, and allowed him to put his arms around me.
“Well, right now there are four bedrooms, three of which aren’t really being used anymore. I thought maybe we could put some of that space to better use.”
He brushed my hair back from my shoulder, kissed my neck. “How so?”
“Well, for starters, we could merge three of the rooms into one. Isaac’s and the two guest rooms. Add some closets, an entertainment area, bigger bathroom.” I chuckled. “This is all hypothetical, of course.”
He brushed his lips over my ear. “Of course.”
