“So I’ve heard.” She felt her cheeks heat again and hastened to explain. “I’ve personally met three submissives who enjoy that.”
Brandon made another note, and then he met her gaze. “One more topic for tonight’s discussion. How would you feel about exhibitionism?”
Because she had done her reading and her research, Rachel thought she knew why Brandon asked that.
“Do you mean appearing naked in front of others and…performing a scene?”
“Yes. In a very controlled setting.” Brandon said.
“Like that club in Houston that my friends Iris and Mercy go to with their men sometimes?”
Brandon nodded. “The very same.”
She felt her face get hot, so she guessed these two Doms knew what she thought about that. But her feelings were actually more complicated, and that wouldn’t be the whole of her answer.
“At this moment? I’m not ready for that. But I would work to get ready for it, if it was important to you.”
“That was the perfect answer, baby.” He set aside his note pad and moved his chair out. Then held out his hand to her.
Rachel accepted his offer and, in the next moment, was sitting on his lap.
“We’re going to work for a few minutes on protocol and presentation, and then we’re going to try out some light bondage and sensory deprivation.”
Rachel nodded, held his gaze, and waited. Her heart had sped up, and her nipples had pulled tight. The sensation of a tickle between her legs, a sense of moisture, made her horny.
“When we’re in a scene—which we will be in shortly—you can call us either Sir or just use our names. Your safe word for now is ‘red.’ Say it and the scene ends, and we’ll talk about it. If you just need a minute, then ‘yellow’ will be your pause button. But other than those two words, from the time we start until we finish the scene, unless invited to, please don’t talk. Good so far?”
Rachel felt the excitement begin to build within. This is really happening. “Yes, Brandon.”
“We’ll practice that here, because, when we do go to the club, even if it’s just for you to experience the atmosphere, these are protocols that must be observed.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Now, as for presentation. We’ll show you the position we’ve chosen for you. It’s the only position that we’re going to use for the time being. Stand, please, and we’ll begin.”
Rachel had had visions of being on her knees and didn’t know how long she’d be able to maintain that. Being on her feet so much of the day took it out of her legs. She’d do her best, of course.
But the men surprised her. They didn’t want her on her knees—at least not as their preferred starting point.
Rachel stood, her legs shoulder-width apart, her back straight, with her fingers laced behind her head. The position meant she was thrusting her breasts out, and judging from the expressions on the men’s faces, they liked that part.
“For the final touch, please focus on the top left corner of the doorframe.” Trace pointed, so she knew they meant her left as she was facing the door.
That actually was the hardest part, because it meant she wasn’t able to see either Brandon or Trace.
“Does that position hurt in any way at all?” Trace asked.
“It pulls at my back a little, Sir, but not bad.”
“Good. This isn’t a position you’ll be expected to maintain for longer than a few minutes,” Brandon said. “If we send you up here with instructions to get into your position, you’ll come up, undress, and do just that. When we join you, you’ll hold this position until one of us says, ‘thank you.’ Which I just did.”
Rachel released her hands and brought her arms down to her sides and waited.
“Good girl,” Brandon said. He stepped forward and planted a way too short kiss on her lips.
Trace went over to the bed and tugged the top sheet and comforter down to the end of the bed.
“Crawl onto the bed please, sweetheart, and lie down on your back.”
Rachel was more than happy to do just that. Not knowing what was going to happen next added to her arousal.
She felt the motion of the men getting on the bed. They were still completely dressed. As she met each man’s gaze in turn, she understood that they were having fun. They knew she was curious, but they’d told her she couldn’t speak.
The kindness and the arousal she read on their faces made it easier for her to be submissive.
The slide of a drawer drew her attention. Trace held a blindfold. “I’m going to put this on you.” He leaned over and did just that. He was careful, tying the knot so that it was at the side of her head and not beneath it.
“Can you see anything, Rachel?”
“No, Trace.”
“I’m going outfit you with earbuds,” Brandon said.
His touch gentle, he inserted the earbuds. “Okay?”
“Yes, Brandon.”
The buds confused her. She could still hear his voice and, even, though more mutely, the sounds of their movement.
Music, something soft and…Zen-like…floated around her. It wasn’t loud, but the tone of the gentle piano chords was enough so that was all she could hear.
Movement on the bed was the only means she had of knowing where her Doms were. She felt certain they’d gotten off the bed. And then they slipped something around her wrists and slowly raised her arms so that her hands were above her head.
Handcuffed, restrained.
She felt their attention on her ankles, so she discreetly tested the range of motion of her arms. There wasn’t any give at all. Rachel was well and truly caught.
Hands on her legs lifted, and something—a rolled pillow?—was placed beneath each knee. She knew she was more exposed than she had been, laying flat. Then they worked on her ankles. She felt a soft caress on her right thigh
