Chapter Four
Blaze
I ’m guiding Raven back to the front of the club as my mind races. Could she be the person we’ve been looking for? Steel is more than interested in our little black-haired beauty.
“What do your eyes look like under those contacts?” I ask her while Steel is busy texting someone.
“These aren’t contacts,” she smiles up at me. Those gray eyes sparking with happiness. “No one ever believes me, but they’re my real eyes. I guess God decided since my brain wasn’t wired correctly, might as well make up for it with unique eyes and a slamming body.”
“You have beautiful eyes, Raven,” Steel says. “And a very delectable body.”
Luckily, she was still looking at me while my brother charmed her panties wet.
Fucking beautiful.
“How much further do you live?” Steel asks as we stop in front of the club.
“Oh, once I realized I was being followed, I took several turns away from my house,” she admits. “I live about six blocks that way.”
“Good girl,” he praises. “Let me see your phone, please.”
Raven hesitates for a few seconds before unlocking her phone and handing it to my brother.
“This is Reynolds.,” Steel says as he messes with her phone. When mine buzzes in my pocket, I know that he’s texted me from hers. Smart. “He’s going to take you home.”
“Renolds is a very trustworthy man,” I tell her as she eyes him wearily. “He’s the one who is actually a bodyguard.”
“Oh, then what are you two?” she asks as she accepts her phone back.
“Reynolds, hook your two-pointer fingers together,” Steel says, ignoring her question, which she’s not ready to hear the answer to.
Not questioning his reasoning, Reynolds does as he is instructed. “If by chance you’re surrounded by people and can’t remember who he is, ask him to do the sign. Once he gets you home, I want you to text either me or Jaxon. Both of our numbers are now listed under your contacts.”
Jaxon? Reynolds mouths with a smirk.
Fucker.
Raven nods and takes a step toward Reynolds.
“And, Raven,” I call out. “We’ll be looking forward to that message. Don’t disappoint us, sweetheart.”
“I won’t,” she says shyly. “Thank you, Jaxon and Jasper. It was a surprising and lovely evening.”
Jasper? Reynolds tilts his head, and I chuckle.
Our own parents don’t even call us by those names. But I’m not upset that Steel told our little Raven to do so. I think it was the smartest thing he’s ever done.
I lean back against the wall outside the club, crossing my arms as I watch Raven walk away with Reynolds. My mind is spinning, still stuck on the way her gray eyes lit up when she smiled. Steel may be the quiet one, but he couldn’t even hold back that compliment.
“She’s something else, huh?” I say, glancing at my brother.
Steel doesn’t look at me, his focus still on Raven’s retreating figure. “She’s intriguing.”
“Understatement of the century,” I mutter, shaking my head.
Steel finally turns to me, his expression unreadable but his eyes sharp. “You know as well as I do that she’s not just intriguing. There’s more to her.”
“Yeah,” I agree. “But the question is, what are we going to do about it?”
Steel slips his phone into his pocket, his jaw tightening. “She handled herself well tonight. Smart enough to lead the guy away from her house. Brave enough to approach us when she felt cornered.”
“Not to mention she’s got a quiet strength,” I add. “Didn’t flinch under pressure, even with you throwing out those blunt questions like you were interrogating her.”
Steel smirks faintly. “Had to see what she’s made of.”
“And?”
“And she didn’t disappoint,” he says simply.
That’s high praise coming from my brother. Steel doesn’t waste words, and he doesn’t hand out compliments lightly. Not even to Knox and Del, and those are his two favorite people in the world.
Apart from me and our future person, of course.
I push off the wall, pacing a few steps before turning back to him. “So, what do you think? Is she the one we’ve been waiting for?”
Steel’s eyes narrow slightly, his gaze distant as if he’s weighing every interaction from the evening. “Too soon to tell. But she’s got potential.”
“Potential,” I echo with a grin. “You’re practically giddy with excitement, brother.”
He gives me a flat look, but I can see the flicker of amusement behind it.
“You were testing her tonight,” I say, crossing my arms again. “Subtle, sure, but I saw what you were doing. Hell, I did it too.”
Steel doesn’t deny it. “And you saw what I saw. She’s a natural submissive, whether she knows it or not. The way she deferred to us, the way she sought reassurance even when she didn’t realize it... It’s instinctive for her.”
“Instinctive,” I agree, nodding slowly. “But does that mean she’s ready for us?”
Steel’s lips press into a thin line, his gaze sharpening. “No. Not yet. She doesn’t even know what she’s walking into.”
“That’s never stopped us before,” I say with a smirk.
Steel’s expression softens just a little. “This one’s different, Blaze. You know that as well as I do.”
He’s right. I feel it, too. That pull, that sense that Raven is more than just another man or woman crossing our path.
“So, what’s the next move?” I ask.
Steel glances in the direction Raven disappeared, his voice steady and deliberate. “We wait. She’ll reach out. When she does, we take things slow. No pressure, no games. She has to come to us willingly.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Slow isn’t exactly our style.”
“It is now,” he says firmly.
I can’t help but grin. “You’re really invested in this one, aren’t you?”
Steel doesn’t answer right away, but when he does, his voice is softer, almost contemplative. “She’s worth it.”
I let his words hang in the air for a moment, then clap him on the shoulder. “Alright, brother. Slow it is. But don’t forget,” I tap my chest twice. “We’re in this together. If she’s worth it for you, she’s worth it for me, too.”
Steel nods, his gaze meeting mine before repeating my action and tapping his chest twice. “Together.”
I nod. “We should really warn her about what she’s walking into, though.”
“Why?” Steel asks as we make our way into Oasis.
“Steel, we’re part of a motorcycle club. We own a BDSM club and spend most of our time surrounded by naked men and women writhing in pleasure-pain,” I remind him. “Oh, and let’s not forget the part where we have this craving of watching a person submit to our every ministration. Inside the club and out.”
Turning right to head to the Little’s room, I add, “I feel like I’m forgetting something. Oh, there are two of us, and we plan to share her. How many subs do you know that can handle two doms?”
“Most of them think they can, but when reality hits, they realize they’re not as submissive as they thought,” Taylor, one of our brothers and the club’s lead security man says as he steps out of the Little’s room. “Got a message from your check-in lady. Your interview appointment has been canceled. Something about not wanting to be around naked men all the time. Anyway, what’s going on? Did you two find a plaything?”
“Damnit,” Steel curses. “I’m going to have to cover the bar tonight.”
“More like a naturally submissive bundle of perfection,” I sigh, ignoring my brother’s tantrum. “I think I’m in lust, Taylor.”
“Well, tuck your lust away. Ollie’s inside, and he’s a mess.”
Ollie is one of our regular Little’s who has been coming to Oasis for years. He’s a full-time Baby, and his Daddy died years back. It’s been tough on Little Ollie. He’s had to learn to turn off his Little side to make it in the big world. He always seems stressed, even on days when he’s here or on a playdate with Knox.
“What happened?” Steel says. I can hear the worry in his voice, even if others can’t.
I wonder if Raven would be able to notice it?
“New guy wanted to play Daddy with him,” Taylor says, his face raging with fury. “When Ollie went potty in his diaper, the man went ballistic and took him to the quiet room for a punishment.”
“What the fuck,” I yell, stepping around Taylor to reach the Little room.
“I was out getting a refill of the snacks and came back in to all the Little’s hovering in a corner and Ollie’s cries from the quiet room,” Taylor says before I can open the door. “I didn’t want to interfere at first. I would be pissed if another person stopped a deserved punishment of Knox, but when I asked what had happened, Knox told me that he went potty. I got the fucker out of there, but Ollie is inconsolable.”
Steel’s entire demeanor shifts, his posture going rigid as a cold fury settles over him. “Where is he?” he asks Taylor, his voice low and dangerous.
“In your office,” Taylor answers. “I didn’t lay a hand on him, but I’m telling you now, if I hadn’t thought you’d want to handle it, he’d be in worse shape.”
Steel nods sharply, his jaw clenched tight. He doesn’t have to say anything else; his body language says it all. He’s pissed.
I glance toward the Little Room, where Ollie is, before looking back at Steel. “I’ll take care of Ollie,” I tell him. “You handle the rest.”
Steel pauses for a moment, his eyes meeting mine. A silent understanding passes between us. Turning, Steel heads toward our office, and I turn the handle and walk into the Little room.
I step inside and immediately spot Ollie curled up on the couch, clutching a stuffed animal to his chest. His face is red and blotchy from crying, and his whole body shakes with quiet sobs.
Knox, Taylor’s husband and his Little, is sitting beside Ollie, gently rubbing his back and murmuring soft reassurances. The other Littles are clustered together in a corner, their faces pale with worry.
“Knox,” I say gently, crouching down in front of them. “You did the right thing telling your Papa what happened.”
Knox nods, his eyes wide and brimming with tears. “Ollie didn’t do anything wrong, Uncle Blaze. He didn’t,” he says, clearly still in Little Space. “He was just being a good Baby.”
“I know,” I say, placing a hand on Knox’s shoulder. “You were brave, buddy. I’m proud of you.”
Knox sniffles but manages a small nod before stepping back toward the other Littles.
I turn my attention to Ollie, who hasn’t looked up from his stuffed animal. “Ollie,” I say softly, sitting on the couch beside him.
His shoulders shake as he sobs harder, curling into himself even more.
“Hey,” I say, my voice low and soothing. “You’re safe now, Ollie. No one’s going to hurt you. I promise.”
It takes a moment, but eventually, he peeks up at me through tear-filled eyes. “I… I didn’t mean to,” he whispers, his voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to be bad.”
Typically, Ollie doesn’t speak. Most of our Babies don’t. So, I’m surprised to hear his voice.
My chest tightens, and a wave of anger surges through me. Not at Ollie, but at the bastard who made him feel like this.
“You weren’t bad, Ollie,” I say firmly, leaning closer. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You hear me? Nothing. That man didn’t know how to be a Daddy, and he won’t ever step foot in here again. I promise you that.”
Ollie’s lip quivers and a fresh wave of tears spills down his cheeks. I pull him into a gentle hug without pulling him onto my lap and hold him close as he cries into my shoulder.
My mind wanders back to Raven. Could she handle this part of our lives? Will me cuddling a crying Little make her feel jealous?
Would I be willing to stop if it did?
These are things I think my brother and I need to discuss.
Steel
I storm into the office, my anger a steady pulse behind my ribs. The moment I step inside, the air shifts, heavy with the weight of my presence. The bastard sitting in the chair looks up, smug as hell—at first. That expression doesn’t last long. His confidence falters when he sees the look on my face.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” I ask, my voice low, sharp, and cold enough to make him squirm.
The man shifts in his seat, glancing away for a moment before forcing himself to meet my eyes. He’s uncomfortable now, but he’s still trying to hold his ground. “I was just trying to discipline him. That’s what Littles need, isn’t it?”
My jaw tightens, and I take a deliberate step forward, placing my hands on the arms of his chair and leaning in. The distance between us disappears, and I can see the crack in his composure start to spread. “What Littles need,” I say, my tone razor-sharp, “is love, patience, and understanding. What they don’t need is someone like you, who has no clue what the hell he’s doing, trying to play Daddy.”
He opens his mouth like he’s going to defend himself, but I’m not finished.
“You took him to the quiet room and punished him for something that’s part of who he is. You humiliated him. Terrified him. And you broke the trust he had in this place.” I lean in closer, narrowing my eyes as his face drains of color. “Do you have any idea what damage you’ve caused? Not just to him but to every Little here?”
He doesn’t answer. He can’t.
“You’re lucky Taylor didn’t tear you apart before I got here,” I continue, my voice dropping to an icy calm. “But let me make something crystal clear. You’re banned from Oasis. Effective immediately. And if I ever see your face here again…” I let the threat hang in the air, unspoken but heavy enough to make him swallow hard.
I straighten, crossing my arms as I stare him down. “Get out.”
The man doesn’t hesitate. He scrambles out of the chair, nearly tripping over himself in his rush to get to the door. His footsteps echo down the hallway as he disappears, leaving the office in silence.
I take a deep breath, running a hand through my hair as I try to steady myself. My hands tighten into fists at my side, and for a moment, I let the anger simmer before forcing it down.
This is my club. My sanctuary. And I won’t let anyone tarnish it or hurt the people who trust us to keep them safe.
I shove open the door, the tension in my shoulders refusing to ease as I head toward the Little Room. I know Blaze is handling Ollie, but I need to see for myself that the Baby is okay.
When I step inside, the scene hits me harder than I expect. Ollie is curled up on the couch, his small frame trembling as he clings to a stuffed animal. Blaze is beside him, murmuring softly, his arm around Ollie’s shoulders.
The other Littles are clustered in a corner, their wide eyes filled with fear and worry. Knox, Taylor’s Little, is standing just a few feet away, his own eyes red and glassy.
Blaze glances up as I enter, his expression a mix of relief and tension. “He’s calmed down a little,” he says quietly.
I nod, stepping closer. “Ollie,” I say, keeping my voice low and gentle.
The boy doesn’t look up at first, his face buried in the stuffed animal.
“It’s Uncle Steel,” I say, kneeling in front of the couch. “You’re safe now, Little one. No one’s going to hurt you. I promise.”
Slowly, he peeks up at me, his tear-streaked face breaking my heart all over again. “I… I didn’t mean to,” he whispers, his voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to be bad.”
My jaw tightens, but I keep my tone calm and steady. “You weren’t bad, Ollie. You didn’t do anything wrong. Do you hear me?”
His lip quivers, and his eyes search mine, desperate for reassurance.
“The man who hurt you,” I continue, my voice firm but kind, “didn’t know how to be a Daddy. He was wrong. What he did was wrong, and he’ll never come back here again. I made sure of that.”
Ollie stares at me for a long moment before fresh tears spill down his cheeks. Without thinking, I reach out and pull him into a hug, holding him close as he cries against my shoulder.
As I hold him, I glance at Blaze, who’s watching us with a pensive expression. I know he’s thinking the same thing I am. Moments like this—when trust is broken, and we have to pick up the pieces—are the hardest part of what we do.
I look back at the other Littles, their small faces filled with worry. “You’re all safe here,” I say, my voice steady. “I know tonight was scary, but I promise you, this is still your home. We’ll protect you. Always.”
Knox steps forward, his hands clutching a small blanket. “Uncle Steel?”
“Yes, Boy?”
“Will Ollie be okay?”
I glance at Ollie, who’s still clinging to me, his sobs quieting but his body trembling. “He will,” I say firmly. “We’ll make sure of it.”
Knox nods, his trust in me unwavering.
Once Ollie starts to calm down, I ease him back onto the couch, making sure he has his stuffed animal close. Blaze takes over, sitting beside him and continuing to offer quiet reassurances.
I step back, my mind already racing. This isn’t just about one incident. It’s about what this place represents and the responsibility we have to the people who come here.
I think about Raven. Could she understand this part of our world? The nurturing, the protectiveness, the unspoken rules that keep everything balanced?
Would she be able to accept the way we care for the Littles and the dynamic between dominance and safety?
Would she even want to?
As I step out of the room, Blaze joins me in the hallway.
“He’ll be okay,” Blaze says, his voice low.
I nod, though my mind is still elsewhere.
“You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?” Blaze asks, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips.
I don’t deny it. “You think she could handle this?”
Blaze leans against the wall, his arms crossed. “Honestly? I think she’s tougher than we give her credit for. But whether she can handle it isn’t the question. The questions are, would she want to, and would we be willing to change things for her if she couldn’t?”
His words give me pause.
I glance back at the door to the Little Room, my jaw tightening. “We’ll figure it out,” I say finally.
“Yeah,” Blaze replies, pushing off the wall. “We always do.”
As we walk away, I can’t shake the thought of Raven. Her gray eyes, her quiet strength, the way she’d looked at us tonight.
She has no idea what she’s walking into. But maybe... just maybe... she’s exactly what we’ve been waiting for.