11. ANGEL

My eyes darted between the two brothers. I had no idea what they were talking about, but I hoped that they would start explaining things to me. Mason muttered under his breath, and he got off the bed. He disappeared through a door on the right of the room and then appeared a few minutes later with papers. When I looked back at Nate, he was just pulling his shirt back on. “I want to make sure that you understand the meaning of submissive before we continue,” Nate said. “It’s almost like a slave,” Mason muttered. “But you’ll have different duties as our submissive.” I didn’t miss the mention of the word ‘our’ in his sentence and the glare Nate threw at him. Our conversation was interrupted by a soft knock on the door. Mason opened it and took whatever the person had from them without letting them into the room. He turned with a tray that had a steaming bowl of soup on it and some slices of bread. I blinked at the soup in the bowl. It looked nothing like the soup I was used to on Earth, but it did smell good. “Eat while we talk.” Nodding, I reached for a slice of bed and broke it in half. I hesitated a moment before I dipped it into the soup. Blowing on it softly, I waited a few seconds for it to cool a little before I took a bite. “Do you know what BDSM is?” I shook my head. “It stands for Bondage & Discipline, Dominance & Submission, Sadism & Masochism. Although there are a few people into Sadism and such, my brother and I only like the first part of it. We are Dominants and we like disciplining our submissive and obviously bondage.” Mason paused as he stared down at the papers. “BDSM involves only role-playing, with a heavy concern for safety and the prevention of harm. It consists of a dominant partner and a submissive one, and although the dominant would be the one running the scenes, their one and only goal is to please their submissive.” “A dominant dominates. A submissive submits.” Nate frowned. “I don’t know how else to explain it to you.” “I understand,” I told them. “To make sure you do, I printed these for you.” Mason held it out towards me. “It’s an example of a scene.” I took the papers from him with a shaky hand and frowned down at it. After glancing at them, I placed the tray aside and started reading. “We will go over your limits,” Nate said. “That is the important part, so we know what you like and what you don’t.” Swallowing, I flipped the page. It was full of images. With a shock, I realized that these were things I had seen in the basement at the auction house. “I’ve…I’ve never been with a man before,” I whispered. “H-had sex with them.” “We know.” Mason smiled at me. “We don’t have to get into it right away. We can wait until you’re ready, but all you have to do is sign these papers.” “Only if you want to,” Nate said. I glanced between the two of them and then looked back down at the papers. They wanted me to decide immediately. “If you accept this, you won’t have to do any cleaning or whatever your duties required.” “I won’t be a slave anymore,” I muttered. Just thinking about doing what I wanted filled me with happiness. I wasn’t going to miss dinners or wake up with sore muscles from scrubbing the floors. Or work under the hot sun. My eyes darted over to the big window. “Can I think about it?” I asked them. “Of course you can,” Nate said before Mason could utter a word. “We’ll leave the papers to you so you can continue reading through them. You can also make any notes if there’s anything you don’t understand or you want us to explain.” “Okay.” Nate stood and Mason got off the bed. “Get some more rest and don’t forget to rub the ointment on your wound.” My shoulders sagged when they left. Placing the papers down on the bedside table, I lay down and slowly relaxed. There really was nothing to think about because I could honestly see myself doing what they wanted me to do. And with both of them. I shivered. Once I had some rest and my headache was gone, I would sign the papers and read over the rest of it. I tossed and turned but sleep didn’t come. Letting out a sigh, I climbed out of bed and made my way over to the window. I pushed the curtain aside and stared outside. This was a part of the courtyard I had never seen before. The King’s own private garden one of the other slaves had told me. It was beautiful. If I became Mason’s submissive, would I be able to go down there? I itched to pick some flowers. Shaking my head, I turned away from the window. I needed to make sure I understood what he expected from me before I signed anything. The last thing I wanted to do was to get punished for doing something wrong. Taking a seat on the bed again, I reached for the papers and started reading it from the start again. Nate had left a pen for me to use so I marked the things I didn’t understand or wanted to know more about. What I would give for a cellphone or a computer to google all these things. I could imagine myself in the positions the women in the photos were in with Mason or even Nate pleasuring me. An image of Lucas doing the same to me flashed through my mind. Yes, I wouldn’t mind any of the brothers touching me. This place was differently starting to affect me. I shouldn’t be thinking about three men. I shouldn’t be thinking about King Lucas at all because he was married. Letting out a sigh, I placed the papers aside and stood. My mind raced as I paced. What I really wanted was to go home, but since that wasn’t an option, I had to make do with what I was offered.