I suspect I’m about to have the strangest night of my life.
“You made it,” Davis states as he steps back to open the door wider. “Come on in.”
I let Eve enter in front of me and follow her.
It’s not until we’re inside that I realize Britney is hovering out of sight pressed against Davis’s side almost behind the open door. When Davis shuts the door, I force myself not to react.
Britney grips Davis’s waist and does her best to squish even closer to him. Her gaze is down, but she can’t exactly hide behind her hair because it’s braided behind her ears. She has on a soft pink knit sweater dress with long sleeves. It fits slightly loose on her and hangs only a few inches below her butt. It’s winter, so she’s also wearing knit white tights. Pink ballet slippers that match the color of her dress round out the outfit.
I’m starting to understand.
Davis holds out a hand to shake mine. “Good to see you.” He tips his head down to Britney. “Are you going to say hello?”
“Hi,” she whispers, lifting one hand to give a little wave without looking at either of us directly.
“Hey,” Eve says quietly as she removes her coat. “I love your dress.”
“Thanks,” Britney murmurs.
Davis meets my gaze. “She’s not usually this shy, but it’s hard meeting new people. Or…exposing your kink to people you already know.”
“I get it. It’s good to see you, Britney. Please don’t let me make you nervous. Just be yourself.” I have enough nerves for both of us.
She gives a slight nod, but that’s all I get.
After shrugging out of my own coat, I take Eve’s from her and hook them on the coat rack next to the front door.
Davis waves a hand in the direction of the living room. “Please, have a seat. Can I get you anything to drink?”
“I’m fine.” I could use a shot of something strong, but I need to be completely level-headed for this evening. I stroll over to the couch and sit on one end.
Davis leads Britney to an armchair. He sits and then lifts her onto his lap, settling her sideways as she leans her head on his shoulder. His hand comes to her thighs.
Eve sits cautiously on the other end of the sofa, a good distance between us.
A rattling noise, followed by the clear sound of a dog whimpering, makes me turn around to see a cage in the kitchen area. “Ah, the puppy. Charlie?”
Davis nods. “Yep. The little rascal would jump all over everyone. He’s going to stay in the kennel until after dinner.”
Britney gives a humph and crosses her arms. Obviously, the idea of keeping Charlie in the kennel is not one she approves of.
Davis frowns. “What did I say about Charlie?”
She sighs. “That it’s not polite to let him jump all over the guests.”
“That’s right. We’ll let him out after dinner.”
I can’t help but smile. The dynamic between Davis and Britney is fascinating. I’m intrigued. I was worried about this all day. Concerned about how I might react to this lifestyle. But somehow I’m not as unsettled as I expected. I’m not sure I have it in me to be the kind of Dom Davis is, but I do know I’d give my left arm to have a woman look at me the way Britney looks at him.
I glance at Eve, wondering if she wants what Britney has. Wondering if she’s ever had a relationship like this. She’s so timid right now, sliding her palms under her thighs and pursing her lips. Her gorgeous hair creates a bit of a curtain, letting her hide her expression when she leans forward.
I thought the professional take-charge version of Eve was hot. This side is also grabbing my attention. I flatten my palms on my thighs and rub them against my jeans. I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable. I want to reach over and haul her into my side, onto my lap even. I want her to be able to relax, not have to worry about what I’m thinking. Because there’s no mistaking that her discomfort is directly related to the fact that she’s too nervous to be herself in front of me.
I jerk my attention back to Davis. I have no business thinking of either the adult version of Eve or the little version. I’m here to protect her, not hold her in my damn lap. Jesus.
“How was your day? Anything new?” Davis asks me. He’s talking about the investigation, of course.
I shake my wandering thoughts away. “No. It went smoothly.” If you don’t count the stress of learning the multiple sides of Eve. I lean back and glance at Eve again to point out the obvious. “I’m certain I’m upsetting Eve’s usual routine though.”
She shifts her weight, sitting awkwardly, her hands crossed on her lap now. “It’s fine.”
Davis nods. “I’m sure it’s hard.” He rubs Britney’s thighs. “It’ll get easier.” He’s speaking to Eve.
She doesn’t respond though.
Davis turns his attention back to me. “Let me tell you a bit about our lifestyle. It will help if you understand better.”
I sit back, trying to appear as calm and collected as possible.
“Britney and I have a nearly full-time Daddy/little arrangement when we’re in the house. When she goes to work or we have some sort of engagement outside the home with vanilla folks, she leaves her little at home. But when we’re here or at Surrender, Britney is my little.”
She squirms on his lap, and he steadies her with a firm grip on her thighs. It’s captivating.
“Essentially I’m a Dom who prefers a nurturing role. Britney is a submissive who enjoys being taken care of.
