It was a good question. I could understand his reasons for wanting to keep her out, but if she was going to defy him anyway, letting her visit a place he was comfortable with seemed to be the only way to fix this.
Still leaning back in his chair, Zeke took another sip of his coffee. “I talked to a friend of mine last night,” he began.
Hmm. Maybe he’d already considered it.
When Jamie’s eyes widened and a smile pulled at the corners of her mouth, he held up a hand. “Now, don’t get too excited. You’re not joining a club.”
“Whatever,” she said, her smile not dimming in the least. “Who did you talk to?”
“Gregory Edge. He’s agreed to give you an introduction to submission at Dichotomy.”
“Seriously?” She was practically vibrating.
“Just you. Not your friends,” he said firmly.
“When?”
Zeke shrugged. “I don’t know. I told him I’d give you his number. He’s the resident Dom at Dichotomy. He manages the place and he handles the submissive training classes.”
“I know who Greg is,” she said, her smile starting to dim slightly.
“Then I’m sure you know he’s a busy man.”
Jamie huffed. “So, you’re telling me he’s willing, but it might not be for a couple of years?”
Zeke laughed, a sexy rumbling sound that had the hair on the back of my neck standing on end. “I couldn’t be so lucky. But I’ll give you his number and you can contact him. You’re only permitted to go on a night I’m not there. No way can I—” Zeke outwardly cringed.
He didn’t have to finish that statement. I understood the big man’s predicament. No way would he want to be at Dichotomy to watch his sister submitting to someone. Who knew what they’d be doing.
“What’s his number?” she snapped. “I wanna call him right now.”
Zeke shook his head. “You’re far too impatient for your own good.”
She was certainly that. Perhaps getting an introduction into submission wasn’t a bad thing.
“Zeke,” she said, dragging his name out into multiple syllables.
“Fine,” he huffed. “It’s under Gregory Edge in my phone.”
Jamie jumped to her feet, but Zeke grabbed her arm before she could shoot by him.
“I want you to take this seriously, Jamie. I’m willing to let you see what Dichotomy’s like, but you have to swear to me you won’t go to one of those other clubs.”
Her eyes softened. “I won’t. I promise.”
Seemingly pleased by her acquiescence, Zeke released her. I watched as she bounded up the stairs, her ponytail bobbing behind her.
“Oh, and Jamie?” Zeke called after her.
Jamie paused midway up the stairs. “Yeah?”
“The next time you come over, I suggest you knock. Otherwise, you’ll get an eyeful of exactly what you got this morning. Only next time, I won’t allow them to get dressed.”
Her nose crinkled. “Eww.” A quick smile followed and she darted the rest of the way up.
“Now finish eating,” Zeke commanded, his voice low. “Because when she leaves, I’ve got plans for the two of you.”
That now familiar sense of anticipation shot through me and I turned my attention back to my breakfast.
TWELVE
ZEKE
ALMOST THE MINUTE JAMIE GOT Greg’s number, she came up with some excuse as to why she had to leave. Something about forgetting she was supposed to meet a friend at the library. I knew it was bullshit, but I didn’t bother to stop her. I had other things on my mind and they involved two naked masochists.
“Once you’ve cleaned up,” I told the pretty boy, “I want you to meet me in the basement.” I turned to the cowboy. “And you go shower, then come down there.”
While they took care of their assigned tasks, I headed down to the basement. Not only was it my home gym, it also held a few toys I’d acquired over the years. Granted, I had yet to use my personal stash of torture devices on anyone because I did not bring submissives to my house to play. Before the cowboy and the pretty boy, only one submissive had ever been in my personal space, but that was years ago. Before I’d decided to beef up my personal playroom.
I flipped on the music but kept it out of the ear-bleeding range while I got a few things set up for my new fuck toys.
Ever since my encounter with the pretty boy last night, I’d been eager to get my hands on the cowboy. I’d sent him to bed without touching him, despite the desperate urge I’d had. It was imperative that I show restraint when it came to them. Otherwise, they would get the wrong impression. And I was nothing if not controlled.
The pretty boy came down first, his eyes widening when he took in the space.
“This setup is impressive,” he said, his gaze rolling over the racks of weights and the various machines I’d purchased. “Gym-quality machines?”
