7. Sexy, Suave and Fumbling

seven

Sexy, Suave and Fumbling

Brennan

I 've never had such a mix of emotions about a woman before in my life.

She drives me insane.

Those curves, her laugh, and her genuine smile make me horny as fuck.

Her determination to stumble headlong into life drives every protective instinct I have, so strong that it's hard to control it at times.

Then there's that sweet personality and adorable destructive nature that makes me want to cuddle her up and lavish her with attention day and night.

Let's not forget the insane anger I feel every time she disregards her health and safety.

But even the stuff that makes me mad only serves to draw me closer and closer to her like a fucking moth to the flame that's destined to take me out.

Kaz isn't much better. I think he might be even more smitten than I am. It's been some time since we've had a body between us. We're not lying about the fact that we have an open relationship. But our arrangement is much more... separate. I've sometimes had boyfriends and girlfriends, and Kaz preferred other men. It's rare for a woman to attract his attention. But then, it's not often we're faced with the temptation that is Zelda.

My fingers itch to dig into her rich, curly auburn hair, grabbing it and holding her head still so I can fuck those thick, plump lips. Her large hazel eyes often flash between the innocence I've only seen in Littles and the spunk she likes to throw our way from time to time. And all those beautiful thick curves beg to be explored, touched, tasted and savoured.

She has these perfectly round, large tits that are made for fucking. Every time she moves, they sway, and it takes enormous concentration not to pop a woody whenever I see them.

Having her walk in on Kaz and I is not quite how I imagined us forcing this talk, but I knew we would have to push it from the start. For someone who has so much brat in her, she has an alarming penchant for avoiding confrontation and uncomfortable situations. I can't really blame her for wanting to, but no problem ever gets sorted out if you keep running from it.

"What the heck do you mean you want to keep me?"

Kaz moves to respond, and even though I want to be the one to lead her in this discussion, I'm happy to sit back and let my partner do this if it's so important to him.

"We mean, we'd be interested in dating you. Try things out. You know, see if things work out between us."

Her beautiful face frowns as her gaze darts between us.

"There's a huge difference between dating and keeping, you know," she returns, her tone full of distrust and confusion. Her body is held tight, her shoulders slightly scrunched as she subtly moves back a bit.

"You're not wrong, sugarplum," Kaz says before sitting back in the seat. His left foot comes up to rest on his right knee like he doesn't have a single care in the world, and I have to suppress the urge to throttle him for being so blasé about this. "But what is dating if it isn't test-driving a relationship to see if you want to keep someone?"

Her eyes narrow at him as if she doesn't quite vibe with what he's feeling.

"I'm not an idiot, Kaz. That isn't what you meant."

The idiot shrugs, and I push in, fed up with his laid-back attitude. He's going to cost us the girl.

And when did I even get so invested in things with her?

"You're right, sweets. It's not what we meant."

One eyebrow rises as she turns her gaze to me, and if I wasn't a strong, independent, capable man, I might have cowered under her glare. There is also the fact that I'm a fucking Dom and probably need to have some kind of backbone to stand up to a bratty submissive.

"You might want to check the attitude, Zelda. Never know when a certain bratty girl might start racking up those punishments."

I enjoy watching her swallow her apprehension before she squares her shoulders and faces me again.

"Obviously, you two are in the lifestyle," she retorts. "And from your haughty, bossy boots attitude, you must be a Dominant. But even if you're a Dom, and even if I'm a submissive, that doesn't give you the right to punish me, tell me what to do, or order me around like I'm your property."

"You're right." I shrug. "But honey, if this talk goes the way Kaz and I want it to, I will have the right to punish you. Punish you, order you around, and—more than anything—have the pleasure of watching you submit to us."

My damn pecker is already at half-mast at just the thought of her on her knees in front of me.

And from the large breath she just took, I'd say our little submissive is pretty fucking turned on by the idea too. She wiggles in her seat, and I watch as those delicious thick thighs clench.

But for now, we have to concentrate on getting the important—yet still boring—conversation behind us.

"Fine," she says, rolling her eyes as she mimics Kaz's pose and reclines in her seat. "Then would you mind telling me what you meant by keeping me?"

"I'm not sure you're ready for it."

I watch as she bites down on her lower lip, trying to keep some witty retort. Instead, she huffs before she stares at me, not saying a thing.

"Honestly, sweets. I'm not convinced you won't run out of here and move to Alaska if I tell you what we mean." Keeping my tone even, I watch her for any kind of reaction. Of course, the buxom beauty doesn't disappoint.

"I can promise you if you don't tell me, I will walk out of here and go right to Edie. I'll find myself a different apartment in a building that doesn't have two nosy, annoying men who are all vague and mysterious." Her arms cross in front of her, but she still looks more adorable than anything else.

Shrugging at her put-on arrogance and her cute—yet still annoying—attitude, I push through. "Remember you asked for it, little girl."

Her pupils dilate at the endearment, and my rod hardens even more.

Pretty soon, I'll be able to hammer nails with the wood I'm sporting.

And now I'm mixing metaphors. Fuck, but Zelda's messing with my head.

Shaking off the overwhelming lust, I focus back on the task at hand. I watch our girl carefully because I'm determined she will be ours as I explain what we're looking for and need.

"As we already mentioned, Kaz and I have an open relationship. But that's mostly because we have yet to find what we're looking for, so we aren't quite ready to settle down completely. But with you, for the first time ever, we both feel we might have found exactly what we want. Now I'm going to tell you what that is, sweets. But I will ask you to listen, take some time to think it through and don't reject it and us immediately, okay?"

She nods her response but is now sitting forward, resting on her knees. Her stunning tits sway as she gets comfortable, and Kaz has to nudge me to get me back on track and away from the picture of those beautiful milk cans suffocating me as I motorboat her.

"We want a full-time submissive. Someone that doesn't just submit in the bedroom."

She gulps at this. But she's still sitting there. Kaz is practically bristling next to me, so I grab his hand and squeeze it before I continue.

"We don't mind attitude and spunk. In fact, we like it. We don't want some meek mouse that won't fight back. But we want our submissive, our... Little girl to be ours all the time. "

The more I say, the bigger her eyes become.

I knew it was too much, too soon. But she had to push. And now we might lose our girl before we even have her properly.

Kaz's fingers tighten around mine as he takes a deep, steadying breath. He knows how to pretend really well, but he is just as ready for this as I am.

"You mean Little girl, as in, you're a Daddy, right?"

Her tentative question shines a small ray of hope on our fears, and pushing down the excitement at her curiosity is hard. At least she's asking questions, right? Zelda is still sitting in the chair next to us instead of being on her way out of the state.

"Yes, Sugarplum." Kaz finally speaks up. "Both Brennan and I are Daddy Doms. Not all of our partners have been submissive or Little. Even more so, not all of them have been in the lifestyle. But our forever girl, our final piece, would have to be submissive and a Little."

I'm proud of him for contributing to the conversation, and I broadcast that by leaning across to kiss his soft, sweet lips.

And I'm rewarded with a quiet moan, let out by none other than Zelda. At least she's as turned on by us together as we are by her.

"I can have some time with this, right? Do you want me to think about it? Because that's a big ask."

"Of course," Kaz rushes to respond. "Take all the time you need. Well... I suppose not all the time. But. Fuck. Like yeah. Think about it and get back to us."

My poor, poor, suave, sexy personal trainer. Taking pity on him, I wrap my arm around his shoulder and pull him in close as I turn to Zelda.

"How about you go get cleaned up? Kaz and I have a few errands to run, and then we can bring dinner home."

She nods before jumping up and rushing to the guest room.

Step one down.