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"You want to be Dad's student again?" There's no mockery in Dean's tone, just genuine curiosity. "Thought you had the whole sadist thing figured out."

"The pain is just mechanics. But the psychology behind it, the structure...that's where I fell short. Where we both did."

"And if what Rhea needs is Dad's strict control more than our...whatever we've been doing?"

"Then we adapt. Isn’t that what we’ve agreed to? Being whatever she needs? There has to be some balance we can find between the three of us that works."

Rhea stirs slightly between us, a small sound escaping her lips. We both freeze, instinctively moving to soothe her. Dean's hand finds her hip while mine strokes her hair. She settles again without waking, but the moment seems to crystallize everything we've been discussing in hushed tones.

"Look at us," Dean murmurs. "Already syncing up like we've done this forever."

The comfortable silence that follows is a stark relief from the tension of the past few weeks. We've spent so long competing, first as brothers and then as doms, that this new cooperationfeels almost foreign. But with Rhea curled so happily between us, I know it's exactly what we need.

If we can only make it last without breaking it again.

Chapter 35

Professor Shaw

The candlelight dancesacross Rhea's flushed cheeks as she takes another delicate bite of her pasta, careful to keep her elbows off the table as per our protocols. Her posture is impeccable tonight—spine straight, shoulders back, thighs pressed together beneath the little black dress I selected for her. These past few weeks of training have transformed her into the picture of relaxed grace.

"You've been awfully quiet tonight, sweet girl," I muse, swirling the wine in my glass. "Though I do appreciate how beautifully you’ve been concentrating. Not a single rule broken during dinner."

"Thank you, sir." That delicious blush colors her cheeks at my praise. "I've been practicing everything you've taught me. Your lessons never leave my mind."

"Mmm. And what’s on your mind right now?" I let my gaze drift meaningfully between my stepsons. "Something involving just you and me? Or perhaps you're imagining more...creativearrangements for your evening?"

Dean's eyes meet mine across the table, a knowing smirk playing at his lips. He's learned to read these moments well. He knows when I'm orchestrating something particularly devious.Beside him, Ethan maintains his usual unreadable expression, but I catch the slight raise of his eyebrow that betrays his interest.

"Tell us, Rhea," I command a little louder. "What runs through that pretty head during our formal dinners?"

Rhea's fork trembles slightly as she sets it down. "I think about serving you, sir. All of you. However you desire."

"Such a perfect answer. You've learned my protocols so quickly. Makes me wonder if my boys truly appreciate the hard-earned gift of your submission the way I do."

"Is that a dig?" Ethan smirks. “You know we notice every tiny detail of how our girl strives to please us.”

"Perhaps." I lean back, enjoying how Rhea shifts in her seat, careful to maintain proper posture even as an excited heat clearly burns through her. "I hope you know exactly how to reward her for how hard she tries. I’d be very disappointed to find out you’re letting her down when I’m not around."

"Cut to the chase, old man,” Dean chuckles. “We all know you’re going somewhere with this.”

"Alright. I thought I might observe you both with our sweet girl. Direct the scene while you demonstrate exactly what you've learned." My gaze locks onto Rhea's widening eyes. "Would you like that, Rhea? Both your boys filling you while your Master guides their every move?"

The desperate whimper that escapes her would normally earn a punishment, but tonight I'll allow it. Still, she remembers to answer properly. "Yes, sir.Please."

"And after they've thoroughly used you..." I pause to take a slow sip of wine, letting the anticipation build. "After they've marked you as theirs inside and out...then you'll crawl to me and show your Master proper appreciation."

Rhea's chest rises and falls rapidly, her nipples visibly hard beneath the thin fabric of her dress. The twins exchange heatedlooks, clearly as eager as she is for what's to come. This is exactly what I hoped for when I suggested implementing high protocol—the perfect balance of structure and depravity.

"Finish your dinner first. You'll need your strength for what I have planned."

The tension reaches an almost unbearable temperature as we complete the meal, every bite bringing us closer to the moment when the real fun begins. I catch Rhea rubbing her scarred thighs together several times, though she maintains perfect table manners otherwise. The twins control themselves admirably, but I notice their curious glances, the way their hands clench impatiently around their cutlery.

When the last plate is cleared away by my gorgeous submissive, I rise unhurriedly from my chair. "Dean, Ethan, escort our girl upstairs to my playroom, but don't touch her beyond that. Not until I give explicit permission."

They move as one, flanking Rhea as she turns towards the hallway. I follow at a slower pace, savoring the view as they guide her up the stairs.

Time to show them exactly why I'm the Master they all answer to.

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