I couldn’t blame them. I’d put them through hell and enjoyed every second of it. Didn’t mean I was done with them tonight.
“What’s up, boy?” I greeted Tank when he rushed to the front door, his tail wagging ninety miles a minute. “You wanna go outside?”
It only took the word outside to get him darting for the back door. After setting my bag on the counter, I followed. Opening the sliding glass doors, I freed him from his indoor prison. He raced out into the yard and wandered for about thirty seconds before finding a spot to do his business.
I watched, smiling as I did. I had no clue what it was about that dog, but I missed him when I was away. It was one of the reasons I’d insisted that he be allowed to come to work with me before I accepted the position at Chatter PR.
Aware that Tank would sniff around for a good twenty minutes, I left the door open and headed back to the front door in time to see the cowboy and the pretty boy step inside. Their eyes were wide as they peered around.
I knew what they were thinking when they scoped out my living space. It likely didn’t suit me based on what everyone knew about me. It wasn’t dark and gloomy. There weren’t sex toys hanging from the walls. I had some, but I kept those secured in the basement. However, this was home and I was comfortable here.
“Come here,” I instructed.
Both men moved toward me, their curiosity morphing to concern as they likely tried to decipher my tone.
“I want you both to kneel. I’ll be right back.”
Leaving them to do as I asked, I jogged upstairs to my bedroom and over to my dresser. I retrieved the two items I’d ordered a week ago. Perhaps I’d been a little optimistic when it came to them, but it wasn’t something I was going to dwell on.
I returned downstairs to find them exactly where I’d asked them to be. That was one thing I greatly appreciated about them. Neither was going to require any special training. They were willingly obedient and that alone was refreshing. Too many times I’d dealt with submissives who thought a Dom wanted to train them to be the perfect little fuck toy. Perhaps some Doms did. I was not one of them.
I stopped directly in front of them both.
“Look up at me, pretty boy.” When his light green eyes met mine, I locked my gaze with his. “I’m offering you my collar with the understanding it’s to be worn at all times. While it may be temporary, it shows proof of ownership. Do you accept?”
“I do, Zeke.”
It only took a second to hook the plain black leather dog collar around his neck, locking it with a titanium padlock. I would wear the key around my neck for as long as he wore the collar.
When I was done, I turned to the cowboy and gave him the same speech. He was far more expressive than the pretty boy, anticipation lighting up his dark eyes. “Do you accept?”
“Yes, I accept, Zeke.”
I connected his collar—exactly the same as the pretty boy’s—before taking both keys and placing them on the silver chain that I wore around my neck.
“If at any time you remove the collar, I will take that as your decision to void our contract. And when I remove the collar, that is confirmation that our contract is null and void as well. Understand?”
“Yes, Zeke,” they said in unison.
“Good. You may stand.” Once the chain was hooked around my neck, I motioned toward the stairs. “There are two guest rooms upstairs. I want you to each take one. While both rooms have beds, don’t assume that is where you’ll be sleeping. However, I can assure you, you won’t be sleeping in those beds together.”
I knew they were in a relationship and had been living together prior to this, so I fully expected them to argue, to request to be in the same room, but neither did.
“Put your things up there for now, then come back down and join me.”
Without waiting for them, I went to the kitchen and pulled out Tank’s food bowl. While he had eaten earlier in the evening, I figured a late-night snack couldn’t hurt, so I went to work preparing it. My dog was on a fresh food diet, no chemically processed kibble for him, so it took a few minutes to get it together. By the time I had it ready and sitting on the floor, Tank was back inside, his tail wagging enthusiastically because he considered this a treat.
My fuck toys—referring to them that way kept things less complicated for me—came down a few minutes later, looking exactly as they had when they went upstairs. There was still a gleam in the pretty boy’s eyes, as though he hadn’t quite come down from his high.
