“Lie down and close your eyes for a while.”
I curl up on the soft fur and close my eyes. Someone lays a blanket over me, and I drift for a short while. Or maybe a long while. I’m not sure.
When I open my eyes, Calvin and Gabe are sitting on either side of me, close but not touching. Ivy is at her desk.
“Welcome back to the land of the living.” Calvin grins.
“How are you feeling?” Gabe asks.
“That was amazing. I’m sorry. Did I fall asleep?”
“For a little while, but it’s fine. I’m glad you found it so relaxing.”
“Biscuit?” Calvin asks.
I try to sit up but sway and sag back down. My muscles are liquid, too soft to support me. Both men put one hand on my back and another on my shoulders and help me up. Still holding me, Calvin hands me a biscuit. I alternate between nibbling on it and sipping the rest of the sports drink through the straw. By the time I’m done, I feel more with it, and my muscles are doing their job again.
“Thank you for taking care of me.”
“Pizza?” Gabe asks.
“That would be great, thank you.”
“Why don’t you go and get dressed?” Calvin suggests.
I’d rather stay where I am, with these two gorgeous men looking after me, but it’s no longer necessary. They help me to my feet and all the way to the changing room before leaving me alone. I leave the thong on and get dressed before going back out to join them.
Ivy has shut her computer down, and the three of them are sitting in a circle on the floor. They’ve left space for me to join them, so I do. I notice Gabe has my business card in his hand as well as a slip of paper.
“You mentioned when we met yesterday that you’ve been to kink clubs before?”
“Yes.”
“And you said you enjoy them?”
A smile tugs at my lips. Is Gabe going to ask me out? “Yeah, they’re lots of fun.” I dip my chin. “I like being tied up and turned on.”
Calvin and Gabe exchange a look. I wonder what unspoken question passes between them.
“A mutual friend of ours is holding a kink party tomorrow night,” Gabe says.
My breath catches in my throat, and excitement bubbles in my gut.
“Would you like to come?”
“As your sub?”
He smiles. “Not necessarily. You’d be free to enjoy the party and play with whoever you want.”
“Or no one at all if you just want to watch,” Calvin says. “There’s no pressure to do anything.”
I almost blurt out a yes but catch myself. “Where is this party?”
Gabe hands me the slip of paper. I read the address.
“It’s someone’s house?”
“Yes.”
