Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Cami
The next evening, I stood in front of my mirror for the third time, second-guessing everything.
Black leather skirt, gray sweater, black-heeled boots—exactly what Shelly had suggested.
My hair fell straight and sleek past my shoulders.
I looked good. Confident, even. The heather gray seemed to brighten my deep-umber complexion adding even more character to my smokey makeup. Even I had to admit how good I looked.
Was it too much?
My curves were on display without demanding too much attention. When I turned to the side, I smiled at my profile. I’d definitely take myself out looking this good.
So why did my hands keep trembling?
I checked my phone—6:47 p.m.. They’d said they’d pick me up at seven, which gave me thirteen minutes to stop second-guessing everything.
My phone buzzed with a text.
Majesty:
Running a few minutes early. Okay if we head over now?
Lex:
No rush if you need more time.
I stared at the messages, my heart doing something uncomfortable behind my ribs. They were on their way. This was happening. I typed back.
Me:
Now is fine. I’m ready.
Barely.
I grabbed my black leather clutch, checked my lipstick one last time, and took a photo of myself in the mirror. Sent it to Shelly with shaking hands.
Me:
They’re picking me up. Sending you car info when they get here. We’re going to Bakers.
Shelly:
You look AMAZING. Breathe. Have fun. Text me when you get there.
The doorbell rang.
I stood frozen for a moment, then forced myself to walk to the door. Through the peephole, I could see them—two tall figures standing on my front porch, and even through the distorted glass, they were striking. I opened the door.
Oh my god.
“Hello, Cami.” The one with the easier smile stepped forward first, extending his hand. His perfect oven-baked brown skin made me want to lick him all over. “I’m Majesty. This is Lex.”
Up close, they were even more remarkable than I’d imagined.
Majesty was tall, hair cut low with waves, solid muscle wrapped in a charcoal Henley trimmed in white, and dark jeans, his presence warm and welcoming.
Lex was slightly taller, tamed brown hair, leaner but no less built, wearing a navy button-down with the cuff visible from his cream suit jacket, navy slacks—understated elegance that contrasted with Majesty’s casual confidence.
“It’s good to finally meet you both,” I managed, shaking Majesty’s hand first. His grip was firm, grounding, and a tingle started low in my belly. It grew when he kissed the top of my knuckles, brushing his mustache along my skin. Good god…
Lex offered his hand next, and when our palms touched, something sparked. His dark eyes held mine for a moment longer than necessary, assessing but not unkind. They held me captive and I lost my breath for a moment.
“The pleasure is ours,” Lex said, his voice deeper than I’d expected, with a careful precision to his words.
I remembered Shelly’s instructions and pulled out my phone, trying to be subtle about it. “Just need to grab a quick photo of your car for my friend. Safety protocol.”
“Good girl,” Majesty said warmly, and the easy approval in those two words made something flutter in my chest. “We’d be concerned if you didn’t.”
I stepped outside, locked my door, and took a photo of their rental. It was a sleek black SUV. I sent it immediately to Shelly along with a quick text that we were leaving.
Lex opened the back door for me, but Majesty shook his head. “She should sit up front. More comfortable for conversation.”
“Front it is,” Lex agreed, opening the passenger door instead.
I slid into the seat, and Majesty climbed into the back, scooting to the driver’s side while Lex took the driver’s seat. The interior smelled like leather and something woodsy—cologne, maybe.
As Lex pulled away from the curb, Majesty leaned forward slightly. “Baker’s, right?”
“Yeah… it’s great,” I said, finding my voice. “The owner, Howard, is actually Shelly’s brother-in-law. You know her, right, Lex? The food’s really good—kind of Americanized everything but done well.”
“I do know Shelly really well actually. We’ve worked shifts and stuff at Club Illusions together.
It’s amazing how much all the submissives respect her.
That’s tough to do as a Dominant woman. Especially when she’s submissive to her husband.
She’s so smart, too. She helped us set up our work network.
Shelly’s definitely a friend you keep close.
” He smiled at me. “I’m glad that you have her. ”
“Me, too,” I admitted.
“The restaurant sounds perfect,” Majesty said, chiming in. “We’re not picky, but I looked at the menu on the way over and I can’t wait.”
I smiled in his direction, happy that I’d chosen it.
The drive was surprisingly comfortable. Lex played mellow jazz—something instrumental and soothing—while Majesty asked me easy questions about the neighborhood, how long I’d lived here, what I liked about the area. Nothing heavy. Nothing that felt like an interrogation.
When we pulled into Baker’s parking lot, I spotted Howard through the window and felt some of my nerves settle. Safe. This was safe.
Inside, Baker’s was busy for a Thursday night, the familiar buzz of conversation and clinking silverware filling the space.
Howard caught my eye from behind the bar and gave me a knowing smile, then gestured toward the back corner.
Lex waved at him and he returned the gesture, smiling at him warmly.
Of course Shelly had called ahead and told Howard. We were led to a secluded booth that still had visibility to the rest of the restaurant—private, but not isolated.
Lex was scanning the menu with focused intensity, dirty-blond hair tied back, strong jaw, serious expression. Majesty was leaning back in his seat, relaxed and observant, with an easy confidence in the way he held himself.
“Thank you for meeting us on such short notice,” Majesty said, with an easy smile. “We know this is probably a little overwhelming.”
“A little,” I admitted, grateful for the honesty.
“We wanted to get to know you before all the crazy kicks in,” Lex added. “This way we can establish some baseline communication. See if we’re all going to work well together. Answer any questions you have.”
“Makes sense.” I reached for the water glass already waiting at my place setting, needing something to do with my hands.
“So”—Majesty leaned forward, forearms on the table, completely at ease—“Shelly says you’re a personal stylist. That must be interesting work.”
I relaxed slightly at the familiar topic. “It is. I help people prepare for major events, shopping with them or for them, making sure they feel confident in what they’re wearing.”
“How’d you get into that?” Lex asked, genuine curiosity in his tone.
“I was interning as an errand girl, basically. The woman I worked for had a stylist cancel at the last minute, and I stepped in. Word spread after that.”
Majesty’s smile widened. “That’s one hell of an origin story. You saw an opportunity and took it.”
“I wouldn’t call it that impressive,” I said, feeling heat creep into my cheeks.
“I would,” Lex said, his eyes fixed on mine. “It tells us you’re adaptable. That you don’t freeze under pressure. That you’re willing to step into uncomfortable situations if it means helping someone.” He paused. “Those are good qualities for what we’re asking you to do at the Ranch.”
The weight of his attention made my skin prickle with awareness.
“Speaking of which,” Majesty cut in smoothly as if sensing I needed a moment to breathe, “have you looked over the class schedule we sent?”
“I did. It’s... comprehensive.”
Lex’s mouth quirked at the corner, not quite a smile, but close. “Diplomatic answer.”
“I’m trying not to sound terrified,” I admitted.
“You should be a little terrified,” Majesty said with surprising frankness. “If you weren’t, I’d be worried you didn’t understand what you were signing up for. But that’s why we wanted to meet tonight—so you can ask us anything. No filters, no judgment.”
The server arrived then. Candace, whom I’d seen here dozens of times. She gave me a quick, curious glance before taking our drink orders. Majesty ordered a bourbon, Lex a scotch, and I asked for a glass of white wine, needing something to take the edge off.
“So,” I said once Candace left, deciding to be brave. “What exactly made you both decide to teach this course? Multi-partner dynamics isn’t exactly beginner-level stuff.”
Majesty and Lex exchanged a look, one of those wordless communications that spoke of years working together.
“We’ve been teaching various workshops for about five years now,” Majesty explained.
“Started with basics, rope work, impact play, and protocol. But we kept getting the same questions from people in established dynamics who wanted to expand their relationships. How do you add a third? How do you maintain balance? How do you prevent jealousy from destroying everything?”
“Those are complicated questions,” I said. Hell, I was curious myself.
“Exactly.” Lex’s fingers drummed once against the table.
“Most people approach multi-partner relationships from a place of fantasy rather than reality. They don’t understand the communication required, the emotional labor, and the constant negotiation.
We wanted to create a space where people could learn those skills in a structured environment. ”
“And you need an assistant because...?”
“Because,” Majesty grinned, “we’re going to be demonstrating a lot of these dynamics in real-time.
Having a third person who’s willing to participate–even just observationally—helps students see how the communication actually works.
Plus, you’ll help with logistics, answer questions when we’re in the middle of a demonstration, that kind of thing.
There’s nothing that helps submissives feel more at ease than another submissive’s testimony. ”