CHAPTER 3 #2
“Christ, man.” Cav moved around to the other side of the desk. “You should take her on a date.”
“Me?” I cocked my head to the side. “What happened to we?”
Cav seemed to understand what I was getting at.
“Well, if this were a perfect world, we’d double-team her out of the gate,” he said with a grin. “However, I think she needs us to take it slow.”
“How slow?”
It was Cav’s turn to frown. “Well, I was thinkin’ first you take her out, get to know her. Ask some strategic questions, gauge her real level of interest. Then I’ll step in, do the same. And if all goes well, then we.”
I stood tall. “So, baby steps?”
“If you want to do this right, then yes. I think you’re right.
She doesn’t quite know what she’s getting herself into.
D/s isn’t for everyone. It’s one thing to ask some questions and to come up with a theory on why people do what they do.
Something else entirely to be immersed in it, to experience it.
Plus, it’ll give you some time to figure out how to get her enrolled in the next training class.
It starts when?” His eyes darted to the calendar on my wall, then over to the whiteboard that outlined the training class that started in November.
He grinned. “You’ve got a couple of weeks. Perfect timing.”
Well, he did make a good point. Seeing Jamie outside of the club would allow me to gauge her a little better.
And if I took her on a date, it wouldn’t be to a kink club.
Some dinner, drinks. Conversation. Time to get to know her.
I actually liked the idea. Immensely. Almost as much as I liked Jamie.
So you do like her. About time you admitted it.
I could’ve told the voice it had only been a few hours since she’d appeared in my club, but it was pointless. He had his own agenda, it seemed.
Cav smirked. “So you’ll take her out?”
I considered that for a moment, then shrugged. “I need a little time.”
He did not appear impressed. “For?”
What I didn’t tell him was that I needed a few days to get with Zeke, have a conversation. He was my friend, and I wasn’t going to court his sister without letting him know.
A sigh of disappointment sounded from Cav. “Her brother.”
I nodded, shocked once again at how easily he could read my mind.
“Fine. I’ll ask her out first.” He grinned. “Since, you know, I don’t have any obligations to Zeke.”
“Her brother can’t know,” I declared. “Not yet, anyway.”
“I won’t tell him,” Cav said, his tone reassuring.
“Don’t you have an interview with him?”
“Sure. But that’s about business. Not his kid sister.” Cav grinned. “Although, if you ask me, she is definitely not a kid.”
No, she was not. She was most definitely a woman, the greatest of temptations. And I found she had quickly become one I wanted to have calling me … Master.
Fuck.
“And what happens after a few dates?” I asked, curious.
“It’s not obvious?” Cav’s eyebrows raised in that way that said I wasn’t thinking this all the way through.
I probably wasn’t. But in my defense, I had a beautiful, willing woman in a theme room right now, and I was spending time in my office. “Clear it up for me,” I demanded.
“We take it as it comes.” Cav laughed. “Step out of the role, man. She’s a woman, you’re a man. Take her out, have some fun. Don’t think about what comes next.”
“And what about her request?”
Cav chuckled. “Well, I say we observe her, see if she’s even capable of being in a submissive role.” He cocked his head to the side. “If she is, then we can easily grant her request. Show her around, let her spend some time here, explore it with us.”
“And if she’s not?”
Cav’s face sobered, and I knew he was thinking the same way I was. That it wouldn’t come to that, because the idea of having Jamie walk away when this was done, to write her paper at the same time she wrote us off … yeah, I didn’t want to think about it, either.
“Baby steps,” Cav said.
I nodded. “Fine. But you have to determine her submission level without any sexual interaction.”
Cav laughed.
I didn’t. “I know how easily you can sweet-talk a woman out of her clothes, Cav.” It wasn’t that I had a difficult time myself, but when it came to Jamie, I wanted her to remain fully dressed. Right up until the moment I ordered her to strip.
There he is. The big, bad Dom is back!
Cav’s smirk was sinful. “I say we get this show on the road.”
“Date first,” I reminded him. “One on one. Then we’ll discuss her options as far as officially becoming our student.”
“Agreed.”
When Cav went to remove his shirt, I took a step back and stared. “What’re you doing?”
“Well, I figured we could tease her just a bit. Before we cut her loose for the night.”
I dragged my eyes down his chiseled torso, then back up to his face. “Are you gonna play after she leaves?”
“Wasn’t in my plan.” A smile formed. “But if you’ve got somethin’ in mind…”
I glared at him.
He laughed. “Kidding. Fuck. Loosen up a bit. No submissives until we figure out the path we take with Jamie. Now, can we have at least a little fun?”
Fun? Sending Jamie on her way didn’t sound like much fun.
On the flip side, the idea of spending more time with her…
Yeah, that I could get on board with.
Jamie
Honestly, I hadn’t expected to be left alone tonight.
When I arrived, the woman at the front desk informed me that guests of the club weren’t allowed to be without supervision at all times, even warned me not to go off by myself, or I would be escorted off the property and not allowed back.
Thanks to that cold threat, I figured I would be kept under guard during my time here, if not by Edge, then at least someone.
That didn’t appear to be the case since Edge and Cav had disappeared a good twenty minutes ago and had yet to return. Not wanting to be tackled by a Stormtrooper lingering outside the door, I had stayed put.
Not that I’d been bored this whole time. Rather than sit idly by, I’d given myself a tour of the room. It wasn’t all that big, probably fifteen by fifteen, with tall ceilings to accommodate the appearance of being in a barn. Yes. A barn.
Oddly enough, I liked the cowboy theme. Not generally my taste, but it certainly had its appeal.
From the smooth wood floors to the rough wood siding on the walls, even the bale of hay in the corner, they’d gone all out.
The loft with the rustic wooden ladder was a nice touch, although I hadn’t gone up there to check it out.
I wasn’t all that fond of heights, so I kept to the floor.
Curious by nature, I’d checked out the barn door on the wall, rolling it open to find it was actually covering a large pane of glass.
A viewing window, might I add. One that would allow anyone to see what was going on in the room, should the occupants choose to let them.
Needless to say, I closed that right back up and continued my exploration.
Of course, it wasn’t exactly like a barn in all respects.
There was a stainless-steel sink, as well as a matching cabinet in the far corner that held a variety of items from cleaners to rubber sheets, probably used for hygiene purposes.
Not to mention, a shitload of condoms. No doubt they preached safe sex here.
Throughout the room, there were steel hooks embedded in the walls, some on the floor, a couple on the ceiling.
I studied those for a few minutes, trying to imagine what someone would look like chained or cuffed there.
At one point, I even held out my arms, spread my legs, pretended some handsome cowboy had tied up the fair maiden and was getting ready to have his wicked way with her.
The cowboy being Cav and the her in my fantasy being me.
That hadn’t lasted long. The instant I realized the erotic daydream was making me hot, I stopped, moved on to appreciate the lighting.
There were a few lanterns mounted on the walls, none of which had flames, but rather LED bulbs that mimicked them, similar to those in the dungeon. Safety first, again.
Despite my curiosity, I couldn’t help wondering what Edge and Cav were discussing.
I suspected I was the main subject, but what exactly were they talking about?
Had I been too forward with my request? Was Edge trying to find a way to let me down easy?
I mean, it had been a little out there, but the instant Cav made the suggestion, it seemed like the logical thing to do.
I could see it all through the eyes of a submissive, at the same time getting the opportunity to observe and, yes, hopefully talk to others.
And who better than Edge to give me the experience? After all, he did manage this club.
Before I could conjure up a ridiculous fantasy that involved Edge wearing a cowboy hat and me being bent over the bale of hay, the door opened and in walked sin times two.
Edge stepped inside first. Tall, dark, and handsome.
A combination that was pretty lethal when mixed with all that intimidation and sex appeal.
Behind him was Cav, looking like some blond cowboy god with that sexy black hat, those ass-hugging Wrangler jeans, and …
yeah, he’d lost his shirt somewhere along the way.
Yum.
My mouth went dry as my eyes did a slow scan of his impressive torso. I had to admit, the whole topless thing was a good look for him because, holy shit, eight-pack abs did exist. It took everything in me not to stare at the light spattering of hair that led down, down, down…
My gaze shot to a scar on Cav’s stomach, slightly down and to the right of his belly button.
My eyes shifted again, moving directly to two more scars I’d missed during the initial perusal.
One on his right shoulder, the other on his bicep.
I looked up into his face, realized he was watching me closely.
He’d obviously noticed where my attention had drifted, but he didn’t say anything.