Initiative (Suncoast Society #31)(21)

Grant stroked his hair and leaned in to whisper to him. He knew Susie couldn’t hear them from the bathroom. “Who’s my good boy?”

“Me, Sir.”

“Unlike past situations, we don’t need a very long talk or lengthy negotiations. She wants to be with us. Both of us. And she wants us to be monogamous, just the three of us. Are you all right with that?”

“Hell, yes. Yes, Sir.”

Grant chuckled. “I suspected you would be. We’ll start out slow with her, but I think what she needs most at first, besides the attention, is the safety and structure of protocols. You’ll be my alpha slave, and she’ll be our beta. Are you all right with that?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you have any questions?”

“May I get naked now, please, Sir?”

Grant bit back his laughter. One of their rules was that Darryl didn’t wear clothes at home, unless he was cold or they weren’t alone. If they were alone, he was naked.

“Not yet.” He patted his shoulder as she returned to the bedroom. “Sit back.”

Darryl did. Susie went to her overnight bag, which sat on the dresser, and quickly retrieved the collar and cuffs, bringing them over.

Grant took them from her and pointed at the floor next to Darryl.

An unmistakable look of relief filled her face as she not only sank to the floor, but bowed, her forehead resting on the tops of his feet.

And she started crying again. Silently, her chest hitching and jumping as she nuzzled the top of his feet with her forehead.

As his gaze met Darryl’s he started to choke up, seeing Darryl near tears as well.

Damn.

He fingered the collar and cuffs. Good quality, soft, supple, hand-tooled leather, the edges skillfully wrapped with leather lacing. Celtic knots were embossed all across the black leather, which had obviously seen loving wear for years.

Darryl stared at her for a moment, then looked up at Grant. Grant knew what he wanted and nodded.

Darryl slid closer to her, his arm draped across her back, and bowed, his head nuzzled against hers. After a moment she took a deep breath, sniffled, and leaned into Darryl.

“Sweetheart,” Grant asked, “did you bring the hex key for your day collar?”

“Yes, Sir,” she answered without moving.

“Do you wear that day collar all the time?”

“No, Sir. I can’t wear it at work. Well, I guess I can, but I shouldn’t.”

Darryl softly snickered and Grant quickly leaned over and nudged him with his hand to silence him.

She wouldn’t understand that one of their good friends, Tony, used that phrase all the time.

“Okay,” Grant said. “Where is the key?”

“It’s in a small velvet bag in my purse. In the outside zipper pocket.”

“Do you want to get it, or do you want me to get it?”

“Can you please get it, Sir?”

He laid the collar and cuffs on the bed and slowly moved his feet, careful not to accidentally kick her in the face, so he could get up and retrieve the key. He found it exactly where she said it would be, the small hex wrench tucked in a velvet bag.

Grant had to adjust his swim trunks before returning to sit on the edge of the bed again. His cock throbbed and only through sheer will was he not f*cking her silly right that instant.

“Sit up, sweetheart,” he gently said.

She did, Darryl sitting up with her, his arm still around her, her still leaning into him.

Grant cradled her chin in his hands. “Tell me what you want from us, sweetheart. We need to hear you say it.”

“Please be my Masters,” she tearfully whispered. “Please?”

He caressed her cheeks with his thumbs, brushing her tears away. “Darryl can’t be your Master, but I might let him Top you from time to time. He’s my slave, and you’d be my slave, too. He’s my alpha slave, you’d be my beta. Is that all right?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Already in his mind, Grant was picturing the day collar he wanted to find for her. A charm bracelet, something innocuous that she could wear and he could take great sadistic pleasure in outfitting with things he knew would have meaning to all three of them. Something no ‘nilla would ever be able to guess had anything other than an innocent symbolism.

Something that, every time her eyes fell on it, would make her wet and tingly.

He picked up the leather collar and buckled it around her throat. “Darryl, strip and put your cuffs and collar on,” he said.

He stood to do it.

She still wore her bathing suit, and the sarong. Despite being red and teary, her green eyes still looked gorgeous to him. “Wrists,” he softly said.

She immediately held up both hands to him, without hesitation.

This had to be a bittersweet occasion for her. He took his time buckling them around her wrists, the one on the right above her day collar. He took the hex key and unfastened the day collar, watching her reaction as he did, waiting to see if she’d break down again or not.

She didn’t.

“Darryl.”

He stopped what he was doing and returned to them. Grant handed him the bracelet and the key in the pouch. “Put these with yours.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Grant stood, took her hands, and gently tugged, urging her to her feet. Then he knelt and buckled the ankle cuffs around her feet before standing again.