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"We want a full-time submissive. Someone that doesn't just submit in the bedroom."

She gulps at this. But she's still sitting there. Kaz is practically bristling next to me, so I grab his hand and squeeze it before I continue.

"We don't mind attitude and spunk. In fact, we like it. We don't want some meek mouse that won't fight back. But we want our submissive, our... Little girl to be oursall the time."

The more I say, the bigger her eyes become.

Iknewit was too much, too soon. But she had to push. And now we might lose our girl before we even have her properly.

Kaz's fingers tighten around mine as he takes a deep, steadying breath. He knows how to pretend really well, but he is just as ready for this as I am.

"You mean Little girl, as in, you're a Daddy, right?"

Her tentative question shines a small ray of hope on our fears, and pushing down the excitement at her curiosity is hard. At least she's asking questions, right? Zelda is still sitting in the chair next to us instead of being on her way out of the state.

"Yes, Sugarplum." Kaz finally speaks up. "Both Brennan and I are Daddy Doms. Not all of our partners have been submissive or Little. Even more so, not all of them have been in the lifestyle. But our forever girl, our final piece, would have to be submissive and a Little."

I'm proud of him for contributing to the conversation, and I broadcast that by leaning across to kiss his soft, sweet lips.

And I'm rewarded with a quiet moan, let out by none other than Zelda. At least she's as turned on by us together as we are by her.

"I can have some time with this, right? Do you want me to think about it? Because that's a big ask."

"Of course," Kaz rushes to respond. "Take all the time you need. Well... I suppose notallthe time. But. Fuck. Like yeah. Think about it and get back to us."

My poor, poor, suave, sexy personal trainer. Taking pity on him, I wrap my arm around his shoulder and pull him in close as I turn to Zelda.

"How about you go get cleaned up? Kaz and I have a few errands to run, and then we can bring dinner home."

She nods before jumping up and rushing to the guest room.

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Zelda

Afull-time submissive.

Round the clock.

Twenty-four hours.

No matter how I say it, it still sounds super-duper intimidating.

Can I give over power so completely?

Yeah, yeah. I know. Submissives have all the power, and thereispower in submission, but giving over control like that is a big deal. And it's way more involved than just having a few scenes with a Dom or doing a play date with a Daddy Dom.

Let's not mention the complete and utter mind fudgery of their interest in me.

Now, don't come at me. This is not about my appearance. I promise it's not.

They'remarried—theforever kind of married. Every time I see them together, they give off this vibe that nothing and no one else in the world exists for them.

Now, those two men are telling me that I exist for them.

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