Quite frankly, I enjoyed watching the interaction between the two of them.
And it wasn’t until Cav appeared that I realized exactly what Edge’s intentions had been for me. I’d pegged him correctly earlier. He had intended to keep this completely clinical, giving me a tour of the space, but not actually allowing me to experience anything. While it didn’t surprise me since I knew about his relationship with my brother, it pissed me off a little.
No. Not a little. It pissed me off a lot. I didn’t come here tonight for Edge to treat me like Zeke’s little sister. I’d come with the hopes of getting the full experience of a place of this caliber. I was hoping to interact with other submissives and Dominants, get a feel for their relationships, their expectations. And perhaps on some level I’d considered getting a glimpse myself, having a more intimate interaction of my own. With Edge.
Did that mean we had to have sex? No.
Did that mean he had to touch me? No.
However, it did mean he couldn’t intend to keep me at arm’s length. That wasn’t fair.
Knowing I would get nowhere voicing my opinion on the matter just yet, I turned my attention back to Cav. He seemed rather interested in my reasons for being here, and as far as I was concerned, he would be the one who would open doors for me this evening.
“So, no to the sharing?” I repeated, more so to get a rise out of them than anything.
Cav grinned. “Oh, we’ve been known to share, sugar.”
The way he used the term sugar sounded very generic, as though he used it frequently. I understood the use of pet names, both in relationships and in BDSM. Master or Sir, known as honorifics, were used as a way for a submissive to convey respect, to acknowledge who had the power in a relationship. Some Dominants preferred the use of them, others—like my brother—did not. However, it seemed to be rather common for a Dominant to give a submissive a pet name. Like sugar, in Cav’s case.
“Why sugar?” I asked.
Cav frowned. “What?”
“Why do you use that endearment when you talk to someone you deem to be a submissive?”
He stared at me for a moment, confusion warring with amusement in his pretty blue eyes.
“Because you’re sweet,” he said simply, smirking.
“So why not something else? Like cupcake?”
His smile intensified, reaching all the way to his eyes. “My apologies, cupcake.”
I laughed, but my amusement was smothered by a warmth that ignited in my core. I liked hearing him call me that, but I didn’t know why.
There was no denying that I was innately curious about everything, but mostly about people. The things they said, the things they did, the reasons they did them. Since a very young age, I’d wanted to know what made a person tick, including myself. I’d been the annoying kid who could spew a million questions and irritate anyone within earshot. That was a trait I still had, one I wasn’t going to apologize for.
“When you say share, do you mean dinner and drinks?” I kept my expression neutral. “Or submissives?”
Cav leaned in, his eyes locked with mine, that drawl suddenly thicker than before. “Let’s just say, I’m open to sharin’ everything with Edge.” His smile turned mischievous, his eyes glowing. “But that’s on our terms, cupcake, not yours.”
Hmm. That tone set sparks off inside me, made heat coil in my belly. I liked the fierceness in Cav’s gaze, the look of a Dominant who did not make excuses for his desires. It was the same ferocity I’d glimpsed in Edge’s eyes earlier.
Exactly what I was looking for. I wanted to study them, to see their interactions with others.
I took a sip of my Sprite and allowed my thoughts to gather. I was inquisitive by nature, but I knew I had to go at this slowly. I didn’t want all my answers to be verbal in nature. After all, that would defeat the entire purpose of me being here.
Granted, I’d never had the opportunity to pick a Dom’s brain. My brother certainly wasn’t the sort to answer my questions when it came to the inner workings of a Dominant’s mind. In fact, he’d once mentioned he would rather have his tongue cut out than do so. Always dramatic, Zeke was.
“How long have you two known each other?” I asked, aiming for something innocent to throw them off their game.
“Since college,” Edge stated, his gaze shooting to Cav’s.
“Really?” That didn’t surprise me. “Which college?”
Cav’s smile was sinful. “Columbia.”
I tried to hide my surprise but couldn’t. “Columbia? As in … New York?”
“One and the same,” Cav stated.
I was sitting here with two Ivy League graduates.
“Surprised?” Cav teased.
Yes. “No.”
Okay, yes, but I had no idea why that was. It wasn’t like me to be quite so presumptuous.
