CHAPTER 2 #3
“Because you’re sweet,” he said simply, smirking.
“So why not something else? Like cupcake?”
His smile intensified, reaching all the way to his eyes. “My apologies, cupcake.”
I laughed, but my amusement was smothered by a warmth that ignited in my core. I liked hearing him call me that, but I didn’t know why.
There was no denying that I was innately curious about everything, but mostly about people.
The things they said, the things they did, the reasons they did them.
Since a very young age, I’d wanted to know what made a person tick, including myself.
I’d been the annoying kid who could spew a million questions and irritate anyone within earshot.
That was a trait I still had, one I wasn’t going to apologize for.
“When you say share, do you mean dinner and drinks?” I kept my expression neutral. “Or submissives?”
Cav leaned in, his eyes locked with mine, that drawl suddenly thicker than before. “Let’s just say, I’m open to sharin’ everything with Edge.” His smile turned mischievous, his eyes glowing. “But that’s on our terms, cupcake, not yours.”
Hmm. That tone set sparks off inside me, made heat coil in my belly. I liked the fierceness in Cav’s gaze, the look of a Dominant who did not make excuses for his desires. It was the same ferocity I’d glimpsed in Edge’s eyes earlier.
Exactly what I was looking for. I wanted to study them, to see their interactions with others.
I took a sip of my Sprite and allowed my thoughts to gather. I was inquisitive by nature, but I knew I had to go at this slowly. I didn’t want all my answers to be verbal in nature. After all, that would defeat the entire purpose of my being here.
Granted, I’d never had the opportunity to pick a Dom’s brain. My brother certainly wasn’t the sort to answer my questions when it came to the inner workings of a Dominant’s mind. In fact, he’d once mentioned he would rather have his tongue cut out than do so. Always dramatic, Zeke was.
“How long have you two known each other?” I asked, aiming for something innocent to throw them off their game.
“Since college,” Edge stated, his gaze shooting to Cav’s.
“Really?” That didn’t surprise me. “Which college?”
Cav’s smile was sinful. “Columbia.”
I tried to hide my surprise but couldn’t. “Columbia? As in … New York?”
“One and the same,” Cav stated.
I was sitting here with two Ivy League graduates.
“Surprised?” Cav teased.
Yes. “No.”
Okay, yes, but I had no idea why that was. It wasn’t like me to be quite so presumptuous.
Edge chuckled. “Don’t worry, Miss Lautner, most people have that reaction.”
I opened my mouth to say something, but closed it. I felt rather shitty for my reaction.
“We won’t hold it against you, cupcake,” Cav said softly.
Yeah, well, I would.
The two men shared a look I couldn’t decipher. Figuring the only way to get out of this was to forge ahead, I waited until both men turned their attention back to me before I said, “How long have you been in this scene?”
Cav answered first. “About a decade.”
His answer triggered my next question. “How did you happen upon this lifestyle?”
“Stumbled,” he said simply.
“Really?”
Edge groaned, as though not liking where this was headed. “In a sense.”
While it appeared Cav was willing to open up, it was obvious Edge wasn’t interested in sharing these personal details if the look he gave me was any indication.
“Together?”
“No,” Edge barked quickly. “Not together.”
Hmm. I got the feeling there was something more to the two of them than just Dominants sharing a submissive. It sparked my curiosity and made me want to dig deeper, to learn more about them.
“Enough about us,” Cav stated. “Let’s hear more about you.”
I grinned, took another sip of my Sprite. “What would you like to know?”
“How old are you?”
“Above the legal drinking age.”
Edge groaned again.
I peered up at him. “Is there a problem with that?”
He shook his head but didn’t respond.
“How old are you?” I asked, my attention darting between them.
“Thirty-five,” Cav said easily. It was obvious age was merely a number to him.
I lifted one eyebrow and waited for Edge to answer.
He sighed, but eventually said, “Thirty-six.”
I wondered if that was what his problem was. Considering he was more than a decade older than I was, it was possible he had an issue with the age difference. It was something I hadn’t expected, honestly. Not from him.
“How often do you come to the club?” I asked Cav. I knew Edge managed Dichotomy for Trent Ramsey, so he was here quite often. Probably every day if I had to guess. “To play, I mean.”
“It’s been a few months for me. I don’t get by as often as I’d like.”
“Do you live here in Chicago?”
Cav shook his head, then smiled. “I’m not sure right now.”
Frowning, I waited for him to elaborate, but he didn’t.
I wrapped my lips around the tip of my straw and turned my attention to Edge, waiting for him to say something. His eyes shot down to my mouth, and I could see heat flash in the electric-blue irises.
When his gaze lifted to mine again, he stood up straight. “Why don’t we continue the tour?”
How did I know he was going to say that?
For the next hour, the conversation remained at a minimum.
Every so often, Cav would ask me a question.
I would answer, then ask one of my own. He was always quick to respond, and there was no shame in anything he said, while Edge kept mostly quiet.
He would shift me toward another scene, then stand silently behind me while we watched.
To be fair, my mind had drifted away from most of the interactions rather quickly.
While they were interesting enough, I couldn’t seem to stay focused on what was taking place in front of me.
Instead, I internalized my thoughts, trying to identify what I was feeling about these two men I was with, wondering why the thought of role-playing with them was so intense.
Yes, both of them.
As the minutes ticked on, I found myself more and more interested in seeing what it would be like to be shared between these two Dominants than in understanding the rationale behind their actions.
No longer was I simply curious as to what a club was like, what took place behind the closed doors of the theme rooms, the interactions of the occupants, or how it felt to be dominated by one alpha male.
Here I was considering how I could convince these two Dominants to take me on simultaneously.
Crazy?
Yeah, probably.
I still wanted answers to my questions, to get an in-depth understanding of the power play between these individuals, but I also wanted to know how I would respond to being tied up, perhaps being spanked, maybe even experiencing those nipple clamps I’d watched a Dom place on a submissive earlier.
And try as I might, I couldn’t help but think about what it would feel like to have two men focused entirely on me.
And fine, perhaps I was getting ahead of myself. I was, after all, still a virgin. So, technically, I didn’t have a clue what it felt like to have one man focused on me, much less two. Yet I was anxious for us to move on to the next phase of tonight’s activities.
Unfortunately, I got the feeling Edge wasn’t going to be on board with any extracurricular activities.
Nothing past the point of watching others do their thing, anyway.
CAV
Well, it was obvious Edge was in rare form tonight.
Rather than jump at the opportunity to dominate a sweet, eager submissive, he was keeping this one at arm’s length.
He’d seemingly adapted to this role as tour guide, and to be honest, I wasn’t all that fond of it.
The guy was wasting his talents if he thought standing behind her and watching scenes play out was an appropriate way to spend his time.
Not to mention, it wasn’t giving Jamie a clear idea of what it was like to be with a Dominant of Edge’s caliber.
He was going out of his way to be courteous and proper, and personally, I thought it was diminishing the experience for everyone involved.
How was she supposed to understand the inner workings of a kink relationship?
Hell, if Edge had his way, the only thing she’d have any idea of when she left here tonight was the technical terms for the equipment.
I wasn’t willing to let that happen.
Which was why I’d questioned her earlier.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever forget the way Jamie’s dark eyes lit up when I mentioned role-playing.
To hear her revelation about gravitating toward the Teacher/student scenario had been enlightening, to say the least. For whatever reason, I could absolutely see her in the role of the naughty student.
And I wouldn’t deny the idea of paddling her ass for being bad made my dick stand at attention.
Having her call me on my use of sugar was, quite frankly, hot.
A little forward for a submissive, but I didn’t mind.
Not yet, anyway. And yes, it was true, I called all submissives sugar.
A habit I’d established early on. Some Doms referred to them as pet, others as sub. I’d gravitated toward sugar.
Not with Jamie, though. I would be referring to her as cupcake from here on out. It suited her.
However, it wasn’t until her reference to sharing that I really started to get an idea of the direction her thoughts were headed.
If I had to guess, she’d fantasized about what could happen between the three of us at least once since that conversation.
I certainly had. Yet Edge was pretending not to notice.
As we observed Jane restraining a male submissive to a St. Andrew’s cross, Jamie turned to Edge. He leaned down so that his ear was close to her mouth.
“Could we speak in private?”
I was standing directly behind them both, which was the only reason I’d heard her.
When Edge stood tall again, Jamie’s eyes shot to me. The quick smile she offered was both flirtatious and slightly shy. A very sexy combination.