“This is your house? It’s huge!” she said.
Zander opened his door and helped her out. “We had it built for when we found our woman. We wanted her to be happy here.”
Tag noticed she didn’t say anything in response to that. He made sure the garage door had securely closed then followed Zander and Tessa inside. They entered through the garage into the combination mud room and laundry room then continued through to the kitchen. The counters were a shocking black granite tile with warm wood cabinets with glass doors. The appliances were all state of the art in stainless steel and black.
Zander led them through the in kitchen dining area to the den with its massive wall-mounted HDTV and completely wired sound system. There were shelves full of DVDs, CDs, and an ass-kicking music system that was tied into the speaker system throughout the house. He and Zander had worked long and hard to design the sound system for the place. There were two separate systems so that if Tessa didn’t like what they were listening to, she could listen to her own music in her room.
He smiled. Her room didn’t have a bed in it. She would sleep between them, but they knew she might need her own space from time to time, so they had created a room off the master bedroom just for her. It wasn’t decorated yet since she would want to pick out her own colors and furniture, but it had built in bookshelves and cabinets so she could store her personal things there if she wanted to.
Evidently Zander wasn’t planning to show her the entire house yet since he’d stopped in the den. Tag was all for getting everything out in the open and settled once and for all. He was tired of waiting and walking on eggshells around her.
“It’s really nice, guys. The kitchen looked like a chef’s dream. Do either of you cook?” she asked, walking over to the shelves where she pretended to look at the DVD titles, when in fact, she was only trying to put more space between them.
Tag walked over to stand between her and the door back into the kitchen. He saw Zander do the same with his back to the door leading to the front entrance hall. From the tight line of Tessa’s lips, she’d noticed what they were doing.
“Have a seat, Tessa. We need to talk. No more pussyfooting around, kitten,” Zander told her.
She started to say something, a protest, he was sure, but instead just walked over to a chair and sat down. He and Zander both grabbed a chair and slid it over in front of her so they could all see each other when they talked. This was where it was going to get tricky, especially for him. He didn’t do a lot of talking and he sure as hell didn’t talk emotions, but this was important and would require some soul-baring crap he didn’t normally do or like.
“Tessa. I think you’ve got the wrong idea of what we want for the three of us. Yes, we’re Doms, we enjoy directing a woman’s pleasure. We don’t enjoy inflicting pain or humiliation,” Zander began.
“Sometimes a little pain intensifies the pleasure, like with a sensual spanking, but pain for pain’s sake or even real punishment isn’t what we’re talking about,” Tag added.
“I’m not letting you boss me around or tell me what to wear. I have my own ideas and won’t let you or anyone try to take them away from me.” He watched her eyes flash as she spoke. She was fucking amazing and if they could convince her that they had no intentions of taking anything away from her, she’d be absolutely magnificent in their lives.
“We don’t want to boss you around, Tessa. Yes, when it comes to your safety or your health, we’re going to put our foot down, but we have no intention of taking over your life. We like you the way you are. We don’t want to change anything about you except maybe for where you live,” Zander told her.
“And that’s only because we want you here—with us, between us,” Tag said, his voice going husky at the mere thought of being buried inside of her.
“I–I don’t understand. I thought you wanted to take me to that club and tie me up and wear a collar,” she said, looking back and forth between them.
“We want you in our lives, kitten. That means that we want you to be a part of our lives and Golden Shackles is a part of our lives. We’re Doms and enjoy being around others who have similar ideas and kinks that we do. It doesn’t mean we practice exactly the same way that they do.” Zander ran a hand over his naked head and sighed.
Tag picked up where his friend had left off. “We want to take you to the club with us, Tessa, and you’d need to wear a collar while you’re there, but it’s not something we expect you to wear all the time if you don’t want to. At the club, it would tell everyone that you are taken, like an engagement ring, only in a much more serious way. No other Dom or top can approach you without talking to one of us first. It keeps you safe.”