“And, I’m not trying to attract a john, I want a Daddy who wants more than my ass. Besides, I wore it the first time, and I thought maybe if I switched it up, I’d have more nerve and would actually get outta the Jeep.”
“Okay, so what did you choose instead?”
“I switched the booty shorts for black skinny jeans, but I kept the off-the-shoulder mesh top.”
“Good. We work hard for these abs, show those fuckers off. And I’d kill for those vees you got.”
I chuckled. It wasn’t the first time he mentioned them. Or that he’d kill to have them. He worked himself into the ground trying to get them. He had them, they just weren’t as deep as mine.
“Okay, I’m going in. Wish me luck.”
“Oh no, you’re not hanging up on me until you’re pulling the door open. I won’t have you chickening out a third time.”
I laughed. I really didn’t know what I’d do without him. I bit my lip, opened the door of my Jeep, and got out. I looked up and down the street that separated the building from the parking lot the club owned. That was a nice surprise. Most of the parking I passed in the area was first-come, first-served paid parking lots or metered spots on the street, but the club had its own parking lot. Every member received a tag to hang from their rearview mirror for the club’s lot. Owners and staff had numbered spots, but members were relegated to the parking lot in the back.
“Don’t forget to lock your car.”
“Thanks,” I said, and pressed the button on the key fob.
“And look both ways.”
“Shane, I’ve been crossing the street for years on my own.”
“Hey, I’m just trying to prepare you for a Daddy, so shut it.”
God, I loved him. The best friend and brother a guy could ask for. And yes, I looked both ways as I crossed the street. The front entrance stood just a few feet away. I paused, took a deep breath, and headed to the door.
“Okay, I’m here. I’ll let you know what happens.”
“Have fun. Remember to do the leaning broody thing and reapply your lip gloss.”
I laughed and hung up the phone. Shane was right. I had to do this. Once I was drafted, privacy would be nonexistent, and I wanted to spread my wings and fly a bit before dropping into the fishbowl.
Pulling open the door, I stepped into EDGE – Manchester for the first time, and my heart rate shot through the roof. I’d done it. I was here. There was no going back now. Well, I could, but I wouldn’t.
While my eyes worked hard to adjust to the dimly lit room, I ran through the research I’d done in their online forum over the last week while waiting for my approval notice to drop into my inbox. When that came, I received access to the building’s flor plans, and being a Nervous Nellie when it came to walking into the unknown, I’d memorized it all.
EDGE repurposed older commercial buildings for their facilities. This location took up residence in an old bank in Manchester’s city center. The five-story red-brick building sat at the end of the block. The ground floor held a nightclub/restaurant and bar, locker rooms, a lobby, and offices for the staff. The basement was an actual dungeon for the most part, with some storage, while the second floor was reserved for specialized play with a large common area for demonstrations.Everything above that were either private rooms that could be reserved by members or private apartments.
“You’re fucking gorgeous. Are you new?”
I turned toward the deep, raspy voice, swallowing past the lump that collected in my throat, which made it impossible to do anything other than nod. The sight of two nearly naked men, one in leather pants with a bare chest and the other with a pacifier hanging from what looked like a choker chain, greeted me.
“Then welcome to EDGE. I’m Oliver,” the owner of the deep, raspy voice said. He was also the guy wearing the pacifier choker. “And that’s one of the Kink Monitors. His name is Antonio.”
“Aiden.”
“Nice to meet you, Aiden. I’m the Submissive Welcome Wagon.”
“Ollie…”
The warning came from the guy Oliver said was named Antonio.
“Ugh. Don’t be yucking on my flow, dude. Sadists suck. Am I right?”
Antonio’s hand gripped Oliver’s face, their noses nearly touching. The power, control, and dominance coming off Antonio flooded the lobby. I fought to stay on my feet, it was so flipping strong. As if he had some weird superpower that made submissives want to drop to their knees, kiss his boots, and say ‘Yes, sir.’ Looking between Antonio and Oliver, I decidedOliver might be right, but I wasn’t going to push my luck. So, I bit my tongue and kept my trap zipped shut.
“Fine, sheesh,” Oliver said, then looked back at me when Antonio released him with a pat and kiss to his cheek.
