“She’s not gonna tell us,” Jonah told Tiffany.
“I will,” I whined. “Give me a minute.”
“A minute, she wants. We’ve been at this for two hours.”
I glanced at the clock. Had it really been two hours? I squinted to see the time.
How about that? It’d been two hours.
“Okay, fine. I’ll tell you.” I tried for a serious tone. “It was a dark and stormy night…”
“It was October,” Jonah corrected.
“Fine. It was a dark night—”
“Better.”
“I walked in, got interrogated by this cute fairy girl at the front desk. She ticked off the rules on her fingers, then had some guy pat me down.”
Jonah grunted. “That’s no fair. I want some guy to pat me down.”
“I thought you said Dav—”
Jonah covered Tiffany’s mouth. “Hush it. Jamie’s telling us a story.”
The three of us giggled, but I forged through. “After I changed, I was taken back down to the main floor, where I was told to wait for Master Edge.”
“Mmmm. Master Edge sounds hot,” Jonah whispered harshly.
“So hot,” Tiffany agreed.
“I didn’t say what he looked like.”
Jonah sighed. “Who cares? I think anyone with the name Master is hot.”
“His name’s Gregory Edge,” I clarified. “He goes by Edge.”
Jonah waved me off. “Quit ruining my fantasy.” He turned his hand over and fluttered his fingers in a move that said keep going.
“Anyway.” I looked up at the ceiling again. “He took me to the dungeon first. We watched a scene. A woman tied to a spanking bench.”
“Did it make your ass hurt just to watch her?” Jonah asked, hopeless wonder in his tone.
“It was interesting,” I admitted. “But I found myself completely distracted by Master Edge.”
I peered over when neither of them said anything. “What?”
They were both staring at me, their mouths agape.
Jonah flittered those fingers again. “Keep going.”
“Yes. Right.” I turned my attention back to the ceiling. “Then Master Cav appeared. He’s a friend of Edge’s. We started talking, then the three of us went back up to the bar. No alcohol there, by the way. But that was okay.”
Jonah made a sound like brakes squealing. “Back it up, sista. Tell us what this Master Cav looked like.”
“Hot.” I smiled to myself. “He’s a cowboy, complete with hat and Wranglers.” My voice took on a dreamy note. “Tall. Blond hair, pretty blue eyes. Lots and lots of muscles.” I looked over at them. “Did I mention he took his shirt off?”
“You haven’t mentioned much of anything,” Jonah said with a snort.
I continued to relay how we had chatted, but I purposely omitted the discussion about sharing. I still wasn’t sure I wanted to give them that much information. I moved on to the part of the story where I took Master Edge aside, told him what I wanted.
“Seriously?” Tiffany asked. She was sitting up now, her back pressed against the sofa, her long hair tickling my arm. “You topped from the bottom?”
The three of us laughed. “I don’t think that’s what I did. I told him I needed a moment to be candid.”
“You told him you wanted to be candy?” Jonah clarified, crawling across the floor and grabbing a bottle of water.
“Candid,” I repeated.
“He’s gonna spank your ass,” Jonah said with a laugh. “I bet he’s counting the days until he can.”
I thought about the punishment they’d both mentioned when we had been at Edge’s house. Up to that point, I’d never considered what it would be like to get a spanking.
“What happened after that?” Tiffany asked, evidently needing more information.
“Master Edge got all … dominant,” I admitted. “He calls me sweetness.”
“What does Master Cav call you?” This from Jonah.
“Cupcake.”
“Oh. My. God.” He clapped. “You’re a submissive!”
“I am not.”
“You so are,” Tiffany stated. “Keep going.”
I explained how the night ended, then told them about my dates with Cav and the ones I had with Edge. Neither of them said a word, just listened. When I started to tell them about the second date with Edge, Tiffany interrupted.
“So you picked Edge?” Her hazel eyes were locked on my face when I turned my head to stare at her.
I peered over at Jonah. He was glancing between us.
“Not exactly.”
“Cav?” Tiffany clarified.
I shook my head.
Jonah leaned forward, his elbows resting on his thighs. “You picked both of them?”
Tiffany’s eyes widened. “Really?”
“Maybe.” I held my breath, waiting for one of them to say something.
No one said a word and I could feel my heart begin to race.
“You go, girl!” Jonah shouted, pointing at me as he got to his feet. He began dancing around the room. “She picked both. Our girl’s dating two boys!”
Tiffany grinned at Jonah. “I don’t think they’d approve of being called boys.” Her eyes shifted back to me and this time when she spoke, she sounded stone-cold sober. “Is it true? You’re seeing both of them?”
I nodded, swallowed hard.
“What about the whole submissive thing?” Jonah asked, lifting my feet and flopping down on the sofa. “If they’re Doms, does that make you their submissive?”
