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Kaz's smile is radiant as he leans in to grab and squeeze my hand. "We'll take care of you, Zelda. Always."

With a sense of peace settling over me, I lean forward, bringing myself closer to them, wishing I’d opted for the empty seat on their couch. Regardless, to know that this decision marksa new beginning for us, feels good. The road ahead may be filled with challenges, but with their guidance and dominance, I'm ready to embrace this journey wholeheartedly.

And let's not forget about the two cocks. Double the cock, double the pleasure, right? That has to be a thing. Right?

And in that moment, surrounded by the acceptance of my two Doms—what is my life even?—I can't help but feel like I've found my place.

Who knew setting fire to my kitchen could have this many fringe benefits?

Brennan clears his throat and looks from Kaz to me. There's this expression on his face. It tells me I probably won't appreciate what's coming next.

"So, now that's settled. Let's talk rules."

Well, fumbling follicles. I knew it.

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Pros and Cons

Zelda

"Thou shalt not forgetto eat." Edie snorts into the phone as she mocks me and my brand-new rules.

I don't blame her. There are a lot. Like a bazillion. The list of rules and regulations I have to follow is bigger than their cocks. And believe me when I tell you, that's a rather impressive feat.

My groan of acceptance makes it through the phone because my bestie just laughs harder at my sorry ass.

I can't help but blame myself. When we discussed all the rules, I was given the option to veto any that I absolutely didn't agree with—as long as I had a valid reason for it.

And seeing as I'd been implementing the whole 'Zelda can be a big girl' thing before my kitchen went up in flames, I had no validreasons for not eating correctly or ensuring I got fresh air at least once daily.

Those rules are easy; I'm already following them. The other ones are a little harder to get used to.

Even though they'd already said I needed to work less when Iagreedto stay with them, I have to cut down on working hours more—not so much that it will hurt my bottom line, but enough so I have more time for myself and, ultimately, them.

It makes sense. I work way too much. I take on too many clients and promise everyone things they don't need. And I only do it because I can only spend so much time reading or binge-watching Queer Eye.

I also need to like…talkto them. About my feelings and stuffs. I know they think I'm all awesomesauce, even if I don't quite understand why, but I don't know how they think I'll be able to just suddenly open up and be honest about what's going on in my head.

Edie's voice cackles at me through the speaker on my phone from the kitchen counter, where I've put it so I have both hands to deal with the hot plate and the microwave door. Kaz left instructions on how to heat the pre-made lunch on the stove, but I'm not quite brave enough to slay that particular dragon quite yet. One toasted kitchen is enough for any girl.

"So... are you going to be hopping onto those pogo sticks any time soon, or will you leave me hanging in suspenseforever?"

I can't help but giggle at her reference to their impressive, yummy tools. "It's a ride I'm eager to get on, and soon. But I need to get a handle on all these rules first, and we haven't had a limits talk yet." Taking a steadying breath, I run my fingers through my messy hair as I try to figure out how to put into words what's bothering me. "Like Edie... What if they wanna do things that give me the icks?"

"Oh, you silly goose," she scolds me. "If they have kinks you're not into, that give you the icks... then they're probably not meant for you, are they?"

My foot stomps down on the kitchen floor as I cross my arms in front of myself. "But I like them." If I were to look in a mirror right now, I know my bottom lip would be sticking out in a pout. I can't help it.

"I know, honey. But there is no use worrying about something you don't know will happen. So how about we be proactive instead?"

A huge sigh escapes as I roll my eyes. I know what's coming.

"I need to make a list, don't I?"

"Just a tiny one," she returns. "It's one you've made a hundred times already. List your preferences, and list your limits. Soft and hard. Give it to them. That way, they can look at it and maybe give you something similar."

"That's a stupid idea."

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