Edge chuckled. “Don’t worry, Miss Lautner, most people have that reaction.”
I opened my mouth to say something but closed it. I felt rather shitty for my reaction.
“We won’t hold it against you, cupcake,” Cav said softly.
Yeah, well, I would.
The two men shared a look I couldn’t decipher. Figuring the only way to get out of this was to forge ahead, I waited until both men turned their attention back to me before I said, “How long have you been in this scene?”
Cav answered first. “About a decade.”
His answer triggered my next question. “How did you happen upon this lifestyle?”
“Stumbled,” he said simply.
“Really?”
Edge groaned, as though not liking where this was headed. “In a sense.”
While it appeared Cav was willing to open up, it was obvious Edge wasn’t interested in sharing these personal details if the look he gave me was any indication.
“Together?”
“No,” Edge barked quickly. “Not together.”
Hmm. I got the feeling there was something more to the two of them than just Dominants sharing a submissive. It sparked my curiosity and made me want to dig deeper, to learn more about them.
“Enough about us,” Cav stated. “Let’s hear more about you.”
I grinned, took another sip of my Sprite. “What would you like to know?”
“How old are you?”
“Above the legal drinking age.”
Edge groaned again.
I peered up at him. “Is there a problem with that?”
He shook his head but didn’t respond.
“How old are you?” I asked, my attention darting between them.
“Thirty-five,” Cav said easily. It was obvious age was merely a number to him.
I lifted one eyebrow and waited for Edge to answer.
He sighed, but eventually said, “Thirty-six.”
I wondered if that was what his problem was. Considering he was more than a decade older than I was, it was possible he had an issue with the age difference. It was something I hadn’t expected, honestly. Not from him.
“How often do you come to the club?” I asked Cav. I knew Edge managed Dichotomy for Trent Ramsey, so he was here quite often. Probably every day if I had to guess. “To play, I mean.”
“It’s been a few months for me. I don’t get by as often as I’d like.”
“Do you live here in Chicago?”
Cav shook his head, then smiled. “I’m not sure right now.”
Frowning, I waited for him to elaborate, but he didn’t.
I wrapped my lips around the tip of my straw and turned my attention to Edge, waiting for him to say something. His eyes shot down to my mouth, and I could see heat flash in the electric-blue irises.
When his gaze lifted to mine again, he stood up straight. “Why don’t we continue the tour?”
How did I know he was going to say that?
For the next hour, the conversation remained at a minimum. Every so often, Cav would ask me a question. I would answer, then ask one of my own. He was always quick to respond and there was no shame in anything he said, while Edge kept mostly quiet. He would shift me toward another scene, then stand silently behind me while we watched.
To be fair, my mind had drifted away from most of the interactions rather quickly. While they were interesting enough, I couldn’t seem to stay focused on what was taking place in front of me. Instead, I internalized my thoughts, trying to identify what I was feeling about these two men I was with, wondering why the thought of role-playing with them was so intense.
Yes, both of them.
As the minutes ticked on, I found myself more and more interested in seeing what it would be like to be shared between these two Dominants than in understanding the rationale behind their actions. No longer was I simply curious as to what a club was like, what took place behind the closed doors of the theme rooms, the interactions of the occupants, or how it felt to be dominated by one alpha male. Here I was considering how I could convince these two Dominants to take me on simultaneously.
Crazy?
Yeah, probably.
I still wanted answers to my questions, to get an in-depth understanding of the power play between these individuals, but I also wanted to know how I would respond to being tied up, perhaps being spanked, maybe even experiencing those nipple clamps I’d watched a Dom place on a submissive earlier. And try as I might, I couldn’t help but think about what it would feel like to have two men focused entirely on me.
And fine, perhaps I was getting ahead of myself. I was, after all, still a virgin. So, technically, I didn’t have a clue what it felt like to have one man focused on me, much less two. Yet I was anxious for us to move on to the next phase of tonight’s activities.
Unfortunately, I got the feeling Edge wasn’t going to be on board with any extracurricular activities.
