Page 6 of Seducing Serena

Derek signed his name to the bottom of the contract Noah and Ford had worked up and emailed him before their arrival. Serena had read and agreed to it that morning before breakfast.

Noah watched as Derek turned the contract and pointed to where they signed. Serena signed first, followed by Ford. Finally, he stepped around their chairs and scrawled his name on the blank line.

Derek took the paper back and added it to a file folder with their names on the front. Standing, he rounded his desk. Ford and Serena stood as well and they made their way to the door that led directly into the lobby.

“Congratulations. You are a contracted BDSM throuple for the next seven days. Please let me, or any of the staff, know if you need anything or have any questions,” Derek said as he opened the door.

Ford stepped back and allowed Serena to shake the Ranch owner’s hand before shaking it himself.

Noah then stepped up and extended his hand. “Thank you.”

“Good luck,” Derek said with a smile as they shook hands.

Noah nodded, though he was not sure why he would need it. After all, he and Ford had been a couple for years. They had been an informal throuple with Serena as their submissive third at their local club for the last year, and both he and Ford hoped that by the end of their stay at Rawhide Ranch they would tear up the contract they’d all just signed and make the seven-day commitment a permanent one.

Ford wrapped one arm around Serena and his other around Noah’s shoulders. Noah followed his lead then shifted around so they formed a three-person hug huddle.

“What shall we do now?” Serena said, looking from Ford to him and back again as she yawned widely.

“The first order of business is a talk about the rules of our household followed by a nap. We could all use one,” Noah said before leaning over and brushing a kiss on Serena’s temple.

“We have a whole BDSM resort at our disposal and you want to take a nap?” Serena looked stunned by his suggestion.

“The resort will still be at our disposal after a nap,” Ford said, backing him up. “And your Masters are in charge of all decisions, right, honey?”

Serena gave a small sigh before nodding. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” Ford brushed a kiss on her forehead.

A moment later, he released his hold on Noah’s shoulder. They straightened from the triangular huddle to a line with a man on either side of their woman. Ford kept his arm draped over her shoulder while Noah dropped his to lay across the middle of her back as they headed across the lobby and down the hall to their room.

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Once they were back in their room, Serena was surprised the men didn’t order her to strip and get on her knees to give them both blowjobs. Her pussy was wet and needy after negotiating the terms of her submission with Master Derek. Now she was more than ready for sex with either or both of the men. But, as Ford had pointed out in the lobby, she was no longer in charge. They were now responsible for all decisions.

And apparently sex was not in the plan. Yet.

She could only hope that plans changed, and fast.

Once the door was secured, the two men led her to the small table near the patio door and they all sat. She was surprised to see a tray on the table that held a number of small, covered bowls. Goldfish crackers, small square wheat crackers, two colors of cheese cubes mixed together, nuts, gummy bears, and her favorite multi-colored chocolate candy were all represented. There were also three bottles of water on the tray.

Noah took lids off the bowls while Ford twisted the top off one bottle of water and handed it to her before handing the second, unopened one to Noah and claiming the third for himself.

Without another word, Noah scooped several crackers into one palm before using his hand to feed them to her one at a time. He also ate a few as he fed her. This care was but one of the things she’d come to love about these two. They may be the Dominants when they played sexy games, but they were also two of the best caretakers she’d ever met.

As she ate, she looked around the room, impressed at the luxury she hadn’t seen the night before. The rustic vibe she’d felt in the lobby was continued here with hardwood floors instead of carpet, and matching wooden beams spanning the length of the ceiling. The bed was a king-size, four-poster, covered with a beautiful lightweight quilt she would swear was handmade. She could see O-rings set in the posts at various heights that fired Serena’s imagination as to how Ford and Noah could use them.

She could see a small patio area just outside the sliding-glass door. A low fence surrounded it and beyond the patio was the swimming pool, where several people were playing and splashing each other while someone else churned out laps.

A comfortable silence settled over them as they finished eating their snack. Serena shook her head when Noah offered her some candy. “I’m full, thanks.”

She watched in awe as the men finished the rest of the food in just a few minutes. Then they turned their full attention to her.

Ford studied her for a moment before stating, “Naptime.”

He pulled her to her feet and led her toward the big bed while Noah carried the tray across the room and set it in the hall just outside their door.

“But we just got up,” she pointed out, hoping he didn’t hear the whine in her voice.

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