“Holy…shit.” I liked his idea of fine china. My eyes widened as I took in the wall of toys—a wide variety of crops, floggers, whips, and restraints. “Wow.”
The room was nice-sized, and clearly a second bedroom, although he obviously didn’t use it as such. The walls were a creamy beige, the floors the same rich hardwood as the living room. The far wall that held the variety of toys contained floating glass shelves and glass-encased drawers that were lined with red velvet. I couldn’t see the contents within the drawers, but I figured it was more toys.
But that wasn’t all. Hell, that wasn’t even the most impressive part.
On the left and right sides of the room there were…
“I’m very much into role playing.” His tone was firm and he clearly wasn’t ashamed by his admission.
“There is nothing wrong with role playing,” I whispered, admiring his setup.
There was a mockup of a doctor’s office on one side, something that looked a lot like a jail cell complete with a desk in front of it—for the jailer, I assumed—in the far corner, and a variety of equipment neatly stacked in a pile, as though it hadn’t been used in a while.
“What type of role playing are you into?” I asked because I was curious.
“Let’s just say I’m very open-minded,” he said, his hand still warmly wrapped around mine. “What about you?”
I turned to face him, holding my wineglass between us. “I’m interested in…just about anything, too. Except, you know, that whole Daddy thing. And pet play. That doesn’t really do anything for me.”
“No desire to have a tail?”
I shook my head. “Not really, no.” Yeah, my voice was a little scratchy as my libido kicked into high gear. I might not necessarily be into all that stuff, but the images it produced were rather erotic in nature.
“Me, neither, so you’re safe there.”
His eyes locked on mine and held for what felt like an eternity.
“Maybe one day soon we’ll get to play,” he added.
Tonight would be good.
No. Wait. No, it wouldn’t.
I wasn’t ready for that.
Was I?
I finally managed to tear my gaze away and I once again surveyed the room, more for something to do than to simply admire Mr. Parker’s toys.
“With all of this, why do you even bother going to the club?”
“I’m an exhibitionist by nature.” He said it so naturally.
I liked that about him. Surprisingly, not a lot of people were quite so open about their kinks.
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
I tried to suppress my giggle but failed.
“What’s funny?”
Cutting my gaze to him, I grinned. “I was just thinking that we’d make quite the pair.”
“How so?”
“You’re an exhibitionist and I’m a voyeur.”
“Is that right?” He seemed genuinely fascinated by my admission.
Again, I nodded, and this time when I turned toward him, I found myself even closer. His eyes were hooded as he stared down at me.
“Does Ben like to role play?” I whispered.
“He does.”
Neither of us looked away.
“Are you interested in role playing with him?”
My inner hussy squealed, God, yes! My demurer side offered a shrug and a soft, “Maybe.”
I was clearly getting way too comfortable with these men in the extremely short time I’d known them. It wasn’t like me to open up to people so quickly, but they made it easy.
Mr. Parker’s finger curled beneath my chin, his thumb pressing down on the dimple I knew was there, but he didn’t lean in and I didn’t move away. Our eyes were locked together for several seconds, and I swore I felt something potent fizzing in my veins. It started in my belly and fluttered outward.
“Dinner’s ready,” Mr. Snowden called from the kitchen.
My stomach rumbled in response, making Mr. Parker smile.
“Let’s eat.”
“Okay.”
And just like that, the moment was broken.
Mr. Parker led me out of the room, closing the door behind us, and we returned to the kitchen to find Mr. Snowden placing the plates on the table. He glanced over at us sideways with a wide grin on his too-handsome-for-words face.
“I hope you’re hungry.”
“Starving.” It smelled heavenly and my stomach was protesting its lack of food.
“So, what’d you think?” Mr. Snowden prompted when the three of us took our seats. “Nice playroom, huh?”
“Very nice.” Once again, I found myself blushing.
“Now that you know Mr. Parker’s wicked secrets, tell us some of yours,” he stated nonchalantly, as though the topic wasn’t something that was quite so intimate.
I opted to play dumb. Just so I could catch my breath, of course.
“What do you mean?” I noticed both men were eyeing me intently.
“At the club,” Mr. Parker clarified, “when you play. What is it you enjoy doing?”
I took a big gulp of wine, then shrugged. “I’m into bondage, I guess.”
It was far more embarrassing to admit that to them than I would’ve expected.
Mr. Snowden grinned. “Ropes? Cuffs? Spreader bars? Arm binders? Suspension?”
“All of the above.” More heat infused my face, but I couldn’t seem to stop talking. “I also enjoy…pain.”
