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“Yes,” I nodded.

“Next is my personal favorite.” Nico snickered. “No panties ever.”

“Wha—”

“Unless you’re on your rag,” Nico continued. “No panties, unless you’re bleeding. Then you can wear what you need.”

I sat there dazed a moment as the thought of never wear panties again washed over me and I found myself soaking my current panties. The idea was a turn on, but I wasn’t sure it was feasible. “I can try.”

“You’ll do more than try, Mi Vida,” Marcos smirked.

“Alright,” I nodded, conceding.

“Last rule,” Jason said. “No speaking in a scene unless given permission.”

Once again, my mouth dropped open in disbelief. “What?”

Jason shook his head. “During a scene, you will do what you’re told. You will trust us to guide you. We will make sure you know what we want. But besides moaning, you will not speak unless given permission.”

I bit my lip as I thought it over. “And you’ll know if I have questions?”

Jason smirked. “We’ll know. Don’t worry about that. You trust us?”

“Yes,” I answered immediately.

“Then trust us,” Jason said.

“OK.”

“OK,” Jason repeated.

My stomach grumbled and I shifted on Nico’s lap, uncomfortable. “And what are the punishments for breaking these rules? I’m new at all this, it’s going to be complicated and hard for me to get used to.” I turned to Marcos. “You mentioned wanting to negotiate punishment measures.”

Marcos grinned wickedly. “Oh yes, I believe I stated I wanted to spank your luscious ass if you disobeyed me.”

I blushed and nodded.

“That’s a start. Other things could include edging you until you’re crying for release. Or too many orgasms until you’re crying for us to stop,” Marcos said.

My mouth dropped open shock once again.

The guys laughed. “Punishments will fit the crime. Spankings will be a primary go to,” Jason said. “We’ll discuss each punishment before its administered, and we’ll talk about why you earned it. Again, we’re not asking for a twenty-four seven relationship, outside of the ground rules we’re enforcing for your safety.”

I nodded slowly, my mind whirling.

“I think that’s a pretty good start for now,” Nico said. “Let’s heat up our food and feed our girl. We can talk about positioning and scene expectations later.”

“Alright,” Jason agreed.

“How does all that sound, Maya?” Marcos asked.

I smiled faintly. “Sure.”

Nico squeezed me tightly before he finally let me go. “You’ll be OK, Little Dreamer. Don’t worry about it. We got you.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” I admitted. “I just walked into the lion’s den and I’m about to be their next meal.”

My men laughed deeply, almost ominously.