Page 75 of Brandishing Beginnings

Summer faded away into fall and soon Kara was back at Northern Illinois University for her junior year, leaving me and my boys plenty of privacy in our rental house. Living a twenty-four-seven dom/sub dynamic fell naturally to me. Our group chat was a constant stream of chatter, so texting my boys when I was leaving work became as natural as breathing. I was eager to get home to them after a long shift at the hospital, and knew they were excited to see me.

As for my other rules, I found the no panty rule to be oddly freeing. I liked knowing my men could slip inside me easily if I wore a skirt. I also liked how sexy and naughty it made me feel under my scrubs. Let’s face it, scrubs were not the sexiest pieces of clothing, but they got the job done. Feeling sexy and desirable only made me more confident in myself.

I was finding there were many things now that made me feel more confident and sexier, and I felt stronger over all, since I started submitting to three men. It sounded absurd, I knew, but it was the truth nonetheless.

I had never felt freer in my life.

“Alright, Little Dreamer,” Nico started as we sat around the dinner table. “Tonight’s the night.”

My heart skipped a beat and a nervous smile pulled across my lips. “I’m ready.”

“Good.” Jason smirked.

“You’re riding with me tonight,” Marcos said. His hand slid across my knee under the table, drawing my attention to him.

I nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“You’re not to be alone tonight. You’ll stay with one of us at all times, at least the first couple visits to the clubhouse. We’re claiming you as our old lady tonight,” Marcos continued.

I swallowed thickly. None of this was news to me, we’d been talking about it for weeks now, but knowing it was happening tonight, and not some far off date, was still unsettling. They had been waiting for Kara to go back to school, though. They didn’t want to raise any suspicions with her, so it had been easier to wait.

“There’s an outfit laid out on your bed for tonight. Generally, it’s unsafe to ride in a skirt, but we’ll make an exception tonight. Going forward, we’ll bring your clothes with and you’ll in one of our dorm rooms at the clubhouse,” Jason said.

I nodded, slowly taking in the information they were telling me.

“Tonight, you won’t speak to any patched brother unless asked a direct question and you will look to us before you answer them, you got me?” Marcos asked.

I nodded. “Don’t speak unless spoken to and look to you guys first.”

“Good girl.” Marcos smiled. “I know it’s a lot. It won’t always be like this. Once you’re around the club more, after everyone knows you’reourold lady, it won’t be as strict. Eventually you’ll be able to talk, but protocols have to be followed first.”

“Once you’re inked as our old lady, things will calm down,” Nico added.

I bit her lip. “Inked?”

“With the Devil’s Psychos logo.” Jason pointed to the patch on his leather cut that they wore all the time now that Kara was no longer living in the house. “Then you’ll also tattoo our names around it.”

My mouth dropped open in shock. “That’s a big step.”

“It is,” Nico agreed. “It’s the equivalent to marriage in the biker world.”

I swallowed thickly, my heart falling to my stomach. We’d been dating roughly four months now; this was moving too fast for me.

“Relax, Mi Vida,” Marcos murmured. “That’s not what’s happening tonight and we’re not expecting that of you any time soon. We’re just telling you what to expect and how things run in this world. Old ladies are considered property of the patched brother. One day, we’ll do your official inking, but tonight we’re just announcing it to the club that you’re ours.”

Butterflies fluttered in my belly at the thought of these three menowningme. They practically did already, because I gave themthat right, but knowing in the eyes of their club, that’s all I was—was their property—it turned me on.

“We should also speak about that exhibitionismmaybethat you checked on your list,” Jason said.

I licked my lips, “You mean, when Marcos said he wanted to fuck me on the pool table during a party?”

“Fuck yes.” Marcos growled.

“Can we see how I feel in the moment?” I asked.

“Always, Mi Vida, always. And you can safe-word out at any moment,” Marcos reminded me.

I smiled and placed my hand on top of his on my knee, squeezing it. I loved that about them, that no matter how intense things got between us, they always reminded me of my safe-words and to use them if needed, that I should never feel ashamed to use them. “Alright then.”

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