Page 9 of Seducing Serena

“Sorry to interrupt, Sirs, but I need to use the facilities,” Serena said hesitantly. She wasn’t sure how they wanted her to act now that their nap was over.

Would their BDSM protocols kick in immediately? Or did they plan to wait to start their Masters/subbie games?

“Go ahead,” Ford said, shuffling Noah out of the doorway to give her enough to enter and cross to the toilet.

Serena moved past them, then turned to look their way. “Aren’t you going to leave?”

“Have you gotten shy, subbie? We’ve seen everything you’ve got,” Ford said as Noah began humming softly and they continued to shuffle in circles.

“Yeah, but,” Serena said, then stopped herself from arguing.

They had seen her naked at the club on numerous occasions but had never shared the bathroom when any of them used the toilet, even at work. That small bit of privacy had always been an unspoken line they never crossed. Until today. But at that moment, she didn’t care.

Sitting on the toilet, Serena closed her eyes and focused on Noah’s humming, trying to convince herself that she was alone in the room. It took several deep breaths, but her body finally relaxed so she could pee. Once she finished and cleaned up, she pulled up her panties and flushed the toilet. Crossing to the sink, her face continued to burn with embarrassment as she washed her hands. Turning, she saw the men had finally danced their way out of the small bathroom.

When she went to pass them, Noah grabbed her arm and pulled her close. They then separated enough to pull her between them. The three of them swayed together as Noah continued to hum.

A few minutes later, Ford lifted his arms straight over his head as he took a step back. Taking her hand in his, he led her to the seating area in front of the fireplace. Once he was settled on the couch, he pulled her to sit across his lap. She knew from prior experience that she would fit there perfectly.

Every time they visited the club she ended up on one lap or the other, either as they negotiated a scene or afterward as they recovered. Truth be told, Ford’s lap was one of her two most favorite places to sit. Noah’s lap was the other one.

Noah sat on the couch beside them and pulled her feet onto his lap. He began to massage them, which distracted her only slightly from Ford’s next words.

“Time to talk.”

“Okay,” she answered softly, looking from his eyes to Noah’s.

“We all know Rawhide Ranch’s rules. Now we’re going to discuss our personal rules. Which, if you agree, will be the same as when we’re visiting the club back home, with one exception.” Ford rubbed a hand up and down her spine. With both men’s hands stroking over parts of her body, Serena was beginning to feel like a well-loved cat.

“And that exception is?”

“Instead of just doing a scene here or there over the next six days, we will be in charge twenty-four/seven from now until we drive off Rawhide Ranch property. You have your safe word if things get too intense physically or mentally, or you just need to take a break. We’d like to take this time to show you what being our submissive full-time looks and feels like.”

Serena blinked, her mind spinning out of control at the thought of turning herself completely over to them for everything. They had already signed the agreed upon contract. Then her thoughts went to the future.

The contract might only be for a week, but what would happen afterward? Would she be able to return to being the self-assured, self-reliant woman who had been known to kick a man’s ass when he stepped out of line?

Her strong, independent inner woman immediately stated a flatno, but she forced herself to take a moment to fully consider her options before answering.

She refused to ask why they wanted to be in charge for the week. While it might be nice to know their motives, it was not necessary. After the past few months of being in charge of everything all the time, she could use a break. And she knew these two would keep her safe. Besides, they seemed to be promising more than just a few power-exchange scenes.

Besides, this had been her dream since moving into the apartment in their basement. Taking a deep breath, she decided to worry about being back in charge once they returned home. For now, she would enjoy the mental time off and let Noah and Ford take care of her.

It felt like an eternal few seconds as she swallowed to moisten her dry throat before she could whisper, “Yes, Master Ford, I’d like to try.”

Noah pinched her big toe. “You don’t have to automatically say yes, sugar. If you need to, you can take a few more minutes to think about it.”

“I have thought about it, Master Noah. For a lot longer than just a few seconds,” Serena said with a smile. “So when do we start?”

She watched Ford look at Noah who met his gaze squarely. They had one of their silent conversations consisting of head tilts and eyebrow lifts. They then nodded at the same time and returned their full attention to her.

“All right, honey. From now until we leave Rawhide Ranch, you are under our shared command. What we say goes. Backtalk, lies, and naughty behavior will earn you a trip to the Dungeon’s spanking bench or St. Andrew’s cross, though I’m pretty sure you’d enjoy that,” Ford said, reaching out and cupping her breast.

“Yes, Master Ford.” Serena took a breath and realized that with the exhalation of that breath, she felt a million tons lighter.

“So, what now?” Noah asked with an evil grin.

CHAPTER6

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