Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Penny
I waved at the guys then pointed at Catherine before heading to my cabin. She’d made a couple calls to help me set up the evening and was going to let them know the details.
My bags had been returned to my cabin so I took a long, soaking bath while practicing thinking outside the box for the details of the evening I hadn’t discussed with Catherine—like whether my quirks would make me too controlling for a submissive.
After the bath, I lounged in my pajamas and folded pages for another hour to completely settle myself.
Then it was time. I slipped into my bluebird-covered sundress and allowed myself a half hour to get used to the Dungeon room.
No overhead lights, just candles, a spanking bench, a bed, and a table with settings for four. My heart swelled. I’d set up a date! The likelihood I was submissive felt smaller and smaller.
Atlas had said I was strong and knew what I wanted, and here I was dictating the evening. Was I doing it wrong?
Perhaps if my thoughts hadn’t been tangled in my trio for the last few days, I would have remembered more from the classes.
It seemed like one of the instructors had said something about it taking a lot of courage to be a sub, and that surrendering control didn’t mean a person was less. It was an agreed upon dynamic.
I supposed the exact wording didn’t matter so long as we kept communication open.
A strong knock on the door drew my attention to what time it was.
“Come in,” I said, then realized I probably should have confirmed it was them. No time to fret. My heart had never been so full as when the door opened and my three stepbrothers entered.
I took that as a sign that my gut had been right. When I trusted my instinct, instead of listening to everyone else, it rarely steered me wrong. That’s why I didn’t date Damons in my regular life. There was nothing wrong with nice guys. They just weren’t the right guys for me.
Everest set a bag beside the door as they entered and they lined up in front of the table. I felt like a queen with her servants ready to cater to her. Nice, but not what I imagined a sub would do.
I’d enjoyed my stepbrother shirtless, in work clothes, in casual wear, and in suits of armor. Now I could add button down shirts and jeans to the looks they pulled off well.
Their cowboy boots shone, but I didn’t think they’d have them on long.
“So this is a yes?” Atlas asked.
I wasn’t going to risk misremembering whatever question he was referring to since it must have come a few hours before. “Yes, I want to explore a relationship with the three of you. That this is the magical thing that was waiting for me at Rawhide—”
A knock on the door saved me from rambling awkwardly. Atlas reached for the door, but paused and glanced my way, waiting for a nod before he opened it.
Service subs entered with silver dome-covered plates. Atlas sat across from me. Phoenix was on my left. And Everest was on my right.
I kept my hands in my lap and took a deep breath. Asking them to feed me suddenly felt so… I didn’t know how to describe it. I recalled what Catherine said… “The only way to know if it works for you is to try.”
“Would my babygirl like me to feed her a bite of this steak?” Atlas remembered I wanted to be fed.
A huge breath escaped me as if I’d been holding it. This already felt so right.
“I would.”
He cut a tiny piece of meat from my steak and brought it to my lips. I stared into his eyes and took the meat into my mouth. Beef had never tasted so good. He slowly slid the tines from my lips, letting them linger just long enough that I recognized it as a tease.
My eyes fell shut as I definitively confirmed that I wanted to be fed.
“That’s it, babygirl, savor that meat.”
The sounds of another piece of meat being cut came from my plate. Everest said, “Just open your mouth when you’re ready for me.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle.
Phoenix said, “You mentioned that you’re pi… that you have specific food preferences. Before we go any further, is there anything you need to explain?”
I studied my plate while swallowing the bite. “Only one thing on the fork at a time. Basically don’t mix foods or textures.”
“Got it.”
“And feed yourselves, too.”
They readily complied.
“The potatoes have butter…”
Phoenix’s statement made me realize how complicated my preferences could be, yet he’d said it with no judgment.
I smiled at him. “That combination is okay.”
“Do you like the butter mixed in? Or do you want me to just scoop potatoes and coat them with butter?”
“Mix it in, please.”
Everest waited with the cut piece of meat while food preferences were clarified. No discussion of turns, just patience.
Phoenix swirled the melted butter into the creamy potatoes then lifted a bite for me. Mashed potatoes were my comfort food, but they took on a whole new energy when fed to me.
Then he and Atlas waited, no fuss, while Everest gave me the bite of meat. I could already tell that I was in love with all three of them. Step one of my plan was working out spectacularly, except that my other interests were taking priority over food.
“I hate to cut this short, because this is absolutely delicious and I haven’t even tried the peas, but”—I nodded toward the spanking bench—“I’d really like to give that a try.”
They talked over each other, and I did my best to hear each question.
“All right, any special requests?” Atlas asked.
“Do you have a preference for order?” Phoenix added.
And Everest, “How many people can touch you at one time?”
I reached my hands to the center of the table, wiggling my fingers to get them to join me.
When we were all holding hands, and my world tipped completely off its axis in the best way, I said, “You don’t have to worry about all touching me at once.
When Atlas stood close behind me and Phoenix at the bonfire, I didn’t want more space…
I needed Everest to come closer. If I get overwhelmed, I promise I’ll let you know. ”
“And you have your safe word, the stoplight system,” Atlas reminded.
Everest asked, “What do you say, if you need us to immediately stop everything?”
The color system was weird to me, but I understood how it was necessary with certain dynamics, and if needed, I would definitely use it. “Red.”
“Good. And what does yellow mean?” Phoenix asked.
“We need to take a break and check in.”
“And if you’re good to go?”
“Green.”
“Where are you right now?” Atlas asked.
“I’m as green as these peas on the plate. I know that would have been a tricky one for you to feed me.” What the heck? Nerves were making me silly.
Phoenix stabbed a few peas with his fork. “We can make anything work.”
I accepted the bite and chewed them quickly.
“Are these your favorite foods?” Everest asked.
“Steak and potatoes rank pretty high for me.” I hesitated, but I couldn’t lie and say I didn’t know how peas ended up on the menu. I might as well come clean.
“I’ve been trying to come up with what to call you, as a group. I tried different acronyms with the first letters of your names, but none of them work. PEA was the funniest one, so I had to include them in dinner.”
Everest seemed to consider the possibilities. “Thank goodness, you didn’t choose APE.”
Atlas stood and circled the table until he was standing behind me. “I get a sense that you’re stalling. What’s your color?”
I didn’t mean to hesitate but the heat of his body engulfed me from behind. “Green.”
His thick hands rested on my shoulders. “And if I want to move you to the spanking bench?”
This was really happening. I took a few deep breaths.
“Stay with me, babygirl. What color are you if we move to the bench?”
“Green… Daddy.” My voice was practically breathless but I managed a smile before adding the nickname.
He rubbed my shoulders and stroked my hair while his brothers stood, readying to move on to the next part of our adventure.
“Shall we get you naked?” Atlas reached for my hand.
“Actually, I’d like to sit here and watch while the three of you get naked.”
They scrambled to get naked so fast it apparently didn’t bother them that the Dom-sub line had gotten blurred.
Buttons pinged across the room as they ripped their shirts off. One landed in Atlas’ potatoes. I used my fork to shove it out in case he wanted another bite.
Then I realized that despite the frenzy, they threw all of their clothes into one pile. Very tidy. I liked that, other than the stray buttons.
My breath hitched when my gaze moved from the clothing to their naked glory.
Their bodies could have been carved from marble to rival the statues of gods, except my trio’s penises were so much more impressive.
Perhaps the gold penis Isis crafted for Osiris would come close, but I wasn’t living through a story anymore. My stepbrothers were right in front of me—living, breathing, and wanting me.
“We still haven’t talked about limits,” Atlas said.
“Obviously you want to try spanking.” Everest slapped the spanking bench, then did a double take, leaning down to inspect it closer. “There are restraints… You want to be strapped in?”
“I do.”
Grumbles and groans fill the room, further heightening the excitement welling inside of me.
“A very important limit we need to discuss is if you want to have sex?” Atlas rubbed his fist over the length of his cock.
“I do.” I couldn’t believe we were talking about everything. I always imagined it would just happen, but I appreciated the clarity. If only I could have brought myself to mention the rest of what I wanted.
“It’s my understanding that the armoires have condoms amongst other things.” Everest reached for the handle.
“Wait.” I nibbled up my lower lip. Everything was going so great, I didn’t want to ruin it with a weird kink I hadn’t listed on the intake form, but… honesty. I would only know if I tried. I had to trust that there would be no judgment if they weren’t into the same kink.
And using a condom wasn’t a deal breaker.