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Master and Daddy, Sir and Mister Walsh, and Mister President, can all mingle with the boy/pet and the boy/slut and get to know each other in new, more intimate ways.

I close my eyes and draw in a long, sweet breath and my lungs fill with the scent ofthem.

We’re alone inside the house. Leo’s banished all staff and the detail until next Monday. Other than Duck, my wedding ring, my bracelet, and my collar, I won’t be allowed anything resembling clothes and I suspect neither will Jordan.

We have a fully stocked kitchen but I’ve been promised that we’ll eat Chinese takeout for dinner tonight from a place down the road that’s already been pre-approved by my detail. One of the agents will order it for us so there’s no worries about it being tampered with.

Never thought I’d miss something like walking into a fast-food burger joint without needing to worry about my food being poisoned but there you have it. It’s been over sixteen years since I’ve been able to indulge in that simple pleasure.

All that time I’ve been living in a literal protective bubble.

Since before then, actually, with Leo watching out for me. Even when I didn’t realize he was.

We’re using the money my parents gave us from Stella’s estate to add features to our house we’d at first eschewed because of the expense. We’re also building the guesthouse at my parents’ place even larger, and using some of the money to upgrade their home.

I feel zero guilt about using the money that way. Maybe it makes me a horrible brother but what I really feel is satisfaction.

For once in her life Stella will have done something for her family for our benefit and without asking for anything in return. We’ll have a comfortable home most likely for the rest of our lives near DC, and what amounts to a second home at my parents’ property so we can spend more time with them and even be able to be present to take care of them as they age.

Another nice thing about Stella’s money is Ciro ordered that my parents still receive a small protection detail. We can easily reimburse the government for those expense for decades without putting a dent in it.

Something I know would likely piss Ellis off, so it’s a win-win.

We don’t need to work, though. Maybe that’s the best gift Stella ever gave me. A complete freedom from…anything except the love of my men. If Jordan gets bored, he might lend his expertise to the occasional campaign who makes it worth his while. Leo might even accept security consulting jobs from time-to-time if he gets a little too Domly on us and we feel he needs a distraction.

Obviously, there’s no way in hell Leo’s ever doing field work again.

I suppose I’ll be adding “author” to my bio at some point after all. Several publishers have approached me with very attractive offers.

Once our time ends here, we’ll temporarily move into the guest house at Shae’s until our home is ready for us to move in. That will make the Secret Service ten kinds of happy. They won’t have to run separate details unless we leave the property. They don’t mind it whenformerpresidents gather together. It’s when the current one and their veep are together for too long they start getting twitchy.

And I plan on not leavingthathouse, if I don’t have to, unless it’s to visit my parents or go check on the progress of our house. I want to chill by their pool, lie in bed late in the morning and watch TV, play video games with their kids—and be a husband to my men.

Finally.

I want to cook dinner for Leo and Jordan. I want to stretch out on the sofa with them and watch TV and rant at the newscasters and idiots in Washington.

I want to post silly selfies with Pecan, their pet tortoise, and maybe think about adding a pet of our own to the mix.

Eh, a four-legged one, not a two-legged one.

Our new home will be large enough to give us the room we’ll need so we each have separate offices to retreat to, and large enough both sets of parents and Kayley can all come visit at the same time. Three guest rooms, each with an en suite bathroom, in addition to our master bedroom suite.

There will be one extra room, complete with en suite bathroom and digital lock on the door—our own private dungeon.

Not that anyone will know that, obviously. We’re calling it another guest bedroom.

While Secret Service will have to be vigilant about drones, there’s plenty of vegetation—and a very tall fence surrounding the property—to conceal the house from the nearby road and our closest neighbors. We’ll plant even more trees and bushes around the house to provide additional screening. So the three of us can jog the trails and not worry about being watched by anyone except Secret Service.

I have a feeling there will be outdoor sex in our future.

We all had input into the design of our new home. Leo told Jordan he can have free rein decorating it, except for our personal spaces.

Who am I kidding, though? Other than a few items of furniture I’m fond of, like our sofa, I’ll let Jordan do whatever he wants. Not even because he’s my Sir but because he’s good at what he does, I trust him, and it makes him happy. So will Leo. Let Jordan do what he wants, I mean.

Some of our furniture will be treasured pieces from his Mimi. So will our dishes and cooking utensils. He kept all of that because of his memories of her, and we’ll add in some of Leo’s.

Jordan’s looking forward to cooking for us inhiskitchen.