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-glass window. 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 cleaner 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 imbedded 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’d 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 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.
“I’ve given your request some thought,” Edge stated, his tone a little less intimidating than before, “and I’ve come to a decision.”
My eyes shot up to his. While his tone had settled down, his eyes had not. There was still a fierceness in them. A look that said I should never doubt who was in control when he was in the room.
“Neither one of us will be dominating you,” Edge declared, his tone deep, unyielding.
I swear you could hear my heart break. Of all the things I thought they might’ve said when they returned, that certainly wasn’t one of them. My throat suddenly felt tight and I wanted to run from the room, sneak off somewhere, and hide while I licked my wounds.
In an effort to protect a small amount of my pride, I forced my feet to remain where they were.
“Tonight,” he amended.
Wait. What? I stared, unable to look away. “You won’t be dominating me tonight?” I clarified.
“No.”
I figured he was trying to tell me something. Perhaps giving me a glimmer of hope. If so, why was there still a huge lump in my throat?
Before I knew what was going on, Cav was standing behind me, Edge directly in front. Although they weren’t exactly touching me, I could feel the sheer size of them surrounding me, their warmth like a blanket. It took all the willpower I possessed to keep my hands down at my sides. I wanted so desperately to touch them. I could hardly breathe, my heart pounding like a bass drum.
