“If my closet’s locked, all my shoes will need to be in the armoire. Running shoes, hiking shoes, but also all the colors and styles of heels, unless ya’ll are competent at deciding which shoes go with which dresses?”
Kenny gave her a smirk. “I’ll build a shoe cabinet in your room.”
She considered what else she needed for around the house, since it appeared she should be grateful for the dress, and said, “Warm, insulated leggings I can wear to walk around outside when it’s cold. They’ll come off once I’m inside.”
Kenny looked at Silas, his brows raised, and then made a motion toward him.
“We’ll have them altered so they’re crotchless,” Silas said. “Serged or whatever. That way you can wear them in the house if you get chilly and need something on your legs, and if we’re walking with you outside, we can still stick our dick in you without having to fuck with pulling them down.”
Once again, her insides fluttered. The matter-of-fact way they spoke about allowing only clothes with full access was a blunt reminder of how much it meant for her to give herself over to them. She knew what she was offering, but Silas consistently had a way of stating the obvious in a way that made her clit wake up and pulse at her.
She nodded and looked down, not trusting her voice, and unsure what to say to that anyway.
She took a slow, deep breath before trying to speak again. “I get that the morning routine is about using me and dismissing me, and the ritual of it works, but I want aftercare the rest of the time, especially after the intense scenes.”
Kenny frowned. “When did we fail to take care of you after an intense scene?”
“The scene where you put the TENS on my clit and then Silas beat the hell out of it.”
He shook his head. “That wasn’t a scene, it was a punishment you more than deserved. You’ll never get aftercare when you force us to punish you.”
The flatness of his tone stung sharper than the memory of the TENS and cane. No softness, no comfort. Just the line drawn, hard and sure.
She sat back, considered whether she could argue with him, and realized she couldn’t. They’d taken care of her after the normal scenes. “Yeah, okay. Maybe a little more after training scenes? I’m not sure you understand how rough they are.”
He nodded. “Yes, that we can do.”
She looked back at her list, saw the line she’d drawn above the next point. “That’s all the sex stuff, the rest is more about power exchange and logistics. I need to be able to shift and fly more. Even when I lived with a human and it was hard to work it in, I shifted and flew atleastonce a week, probably, like, one and a half times per week on average.”
“Understood,” Kenny said. “This first week, it was important to keep you sore, but we’ll build time in for you tochange. We’ll start by having it scheduled for, we’ll say Monday during your personal time. If you’re feeling itchy tochangeoutside of that, you’ll tell me when you bring my lunch and provide your holes for use. If we don’t have a specific need for you to be sore that night, I’ll approve. If we do, you’ll have to wait until your personal time the following day.”
That seemed fair. She didn’t like having to use her personal time for it, though. “Once a month, I’m going to need to spend the better part of a day as my hawk. Released from all obligations for the daylight hours.”
“We’ll build it in,” Boone said. Kenny glanced at him, clearly irritated he’d agreed without checking in with them telepathically, but then he relaxed his shoulders and nodded. “Boone’s right. We’ll build it in.”
She hit with the next one fast. “Privacy for phone calls and personal business.”
“Denied,” Kenny said without hesitation. “Either you belong to us, or you don’t.”
It rankled, but she wasn’t likely to successfully argue his logic, so she moved to her next point, which she wouldnotback off on. “Ya’ll aren’t expecting I’ll eventually quit my job, right?” Her job defined her, made her autonomous. If something blew up in the relationship, she’d need an escape. It was the reason she’d refused to quit for James, and the same logic worked for the wolves, too. As long as she could leave, they had to be reasonable with their expectations.
Also, she needed to be a nurse. Not full-time, but helping people when they were at their worst gave her purpose. A reason for being.
It made her time off, away from the high-stress work she was so good at, that much more valuable too. She thought she might just fade away without that week of hard work to ground her in the real world.
All three heads shook without needing to telepath, and her gut relaxed. “You need that week to keep you balanced,” Kenny said. “A time when you aren’t submissive. Being a twenty-four/seven full-time submissive wouldn’t be healthy for you mentally or emotionally. If you want to quit your job, we’ll have to figure out how to give you off days, and that would interfere with the energy of the house. It’s easier, having you gone while you aren’t submissive, so it doesn’t fuck up the energy of what we have when you’re completely, one-thousand percent ours.”
“And if I’m working in town? Doesn’t happen often, but sometimes one of the local hospitals comes in with the highest offer. I usually turn one of them down, but the other two are decent to work for.”
“While you still have your apartment, you can stay there,” Kenny said. “Once it’s gone, you can stay in a local hotel, same as you would out of town.” He tilted his head, “Or if that bothers you, we can put you in a downstairs bedroom, so the rules about your bedroom stick.”
She nodded. “Yeah, maybe. So long as those options are there, we can figure it out.”
“Just to clarify,” Kenny said, “there’ll never be power exchange when you’re working. No butt plugs, no rules other than to text us before you go to sleep at night with a little about your mental state, maybe something about your day — and we’ll want you to keep the tracking live on your phone, so we can see where you are.”
She nodded. “That’s reasonable. Ya’ll worry about me, and I’ll feel better being able to see where the three of you are, too.”
She closed her notebook. “That’s all I had.”
