“And we generally co-top,” Christian added, “which is our preference. However, we’ve been known to go solo from time to time.”
“Do you have any specialized strengths?” I watched them both carefully. “Flogger, whip, fire play?”
“I’m an expert with a flogger,” Christian stated, maintaining eye contact with me. “And by expert, I’m not self-titled. I actually have extensive training, believe it or not.”
I believed it. I’d met quite a few Doms over the years who took their preferred form of impact play seriously.
“I prefer a more hands-on approach,” Tristan noted, a gleam in his eye. “I’m not a Sadist like my brother.”
My gaze darted to Christian. “Is this true? You’re a Sadist?” I leaned back in my chair.
He rolled his eyes. “Not by the technical term, no. The need to apply pain is not something I crave. It’s merely something I enjoy from time to time. However, my brother’s not into pain at all, so he tends to exaggerate on my behalf.”
I grinned. “Understood.” I glanced down at the application once more. “Do either of you currently have a submissive?”
“No, we do not,” Tristan answered for them both. “However, we are open to finding one.”
“One?”
Tristan nodded. “Yes. Ultimately, our intention is to share.”
I nodded. I’d already intended to approve the twins, but meeting them face-to-face gave me a better understanding of their overall personas. It was obvious Christian was more outgoing, Tristan more clinical. However, they both seemed to want the same thing, which wasn’t necessarily surprising.
Getting to my feet, I held out my hand once more. “Welcome to Dichotomy, gentlemen. As you might’ve heard, I’m still ramping up on memberships due to the overwhelming interest. It’s slowgoing, and I wouldn’t mind any advice you might have. Based on the glowing recommendations, I’d be interested in discussing Master status within the club. I’ll have Sarah provide you with the details, so you can look it over. I’m available to chat whenever you’re ready.”
Neither man seemed surprised by the offer. Being that they were highly regarded Dominants, I hadn’t expected them to be.
“We’ll look it over,” Christian said, shaking my hand. “We look forward to being here. And if you need help with anything, just holler. We don’t mind pitching in.”
After shaking Tristan’s hand, I walked both men back to the main floor. “If you’re interested in interrogating people,” I stated to Christian, “I could use some help with the interview process.”
Tristan laughed for the first time, glancing over at his brother. “He’s a master interrogator. Hope you’re looking to weed out many and not few.”
I looked at Christian. “That’s certainly the plan. Like I said, I’m available to talk later if you’ve got time.”
“I’ve got time,” Christian told me. “I’ll set something up with Sarah if that works for you.”
I nodded, then noticed Dylan was leading a group of five—three women and two men—toward the stairs.
“Submissives?” Christian asked.
“Yes. We’ll be starting training classes soon. In the meantime, we’re looking for some experienced subs who’ll help with demonstrations.”
“I’d be more than happy to help interview them,” Tristan offered.
I cocked an eyebrow and caught Christian’s smirk. “My brother has an affinity for getting subs to reveal their inner desires.”
“Is that right?” I turned and watched the group as they climbed the stairs.
“It’s true,” Tristan said mischievously.
I motioned toward the stairs. “I’d be more than happy to watch you in action.”
Tristan grinned, a playful smirk that said these subs were in for a treat.
Maybe this interview process wouldn’t be as boring as I had thought it would be.
*
After spending an hour listening to Tristan put the submissives through the motions, I finally excused myself. As much fun as it was, there was something else on my mind, something I’d put off for long enough.
Regardless of how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss Troy and I had shared that morning. It had rocked me on a level I hadn’t expected. I wanted to say that my obvious obsession with it was due to the fact that I’d never kissed a man before. However, I didn’t believe that was the case. If I had to guess, it was Troy who had damn near leveled me in a way no one ever had.
And still, hours later, the lure was damn near debilitating. It was all I could think about, and I feared it was going to be a distraction I couldn’t necessarily afford.
I unlocked the apartment and slipped inside, finding Troy still sitting at the island with a pen in his hand, the iPad beside the folder, and the papers in front of him.
He glanced over at me and grinned. “Back so soon?”
“What are you working on?”
“I was going through my limit list one more time. Considering I didn’t know half of what this shit was, I’ve been utilizing my good friend Google.” He grinned. “It’s safe to say that if the FBI is monitoring my searches, someone’s probably going to descend on the building soon.”
