“Yeah, I dated a guy a couple of years ago who was big into BDSM,” she replied.
“Did you like it?”
“It was okay. I didn't get that floaty feeling you hear about, but he didn't do it for very long before he wanted to fuck.”
Zaine growled. “He's a wannabe then. If I flogged you, you'd definitely get that floaty feeling,” he told her.
“You know how to use a flogger?” she asked, looking up at him.
“I do, and I know how to do it right. Would you like me to flog you, Angel?” he asked and dipped his head to nip at her neck.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” she replied.
“Okay. We're getting a flogger, blindfold, and two sets of silk ties,” he said, taking everything to the counter to pay for it all. He also grabbed some chocolate they had on the counter.
“Let's head to the hotel. We can eat at the restaurant, then retire to our room for some fun,” Finley said.
“Sounds good to me,” Zaine and Sorcha both said. They ordered a car, and soon enough they were checking in. It took a bit to get one room for the three of them, but soon they were ensconced in one of their suites. They put their bags away and headed down to the restaurant for dinner.
After being seated, they looked over the menu. “I think I'm going to get the polenta fries, chicken penne pasta, and sauteed mushrooms, with cheesecake for dessert,” Sorcha said.
“I'm going to go with the prawns, handmade burger, and chips,” Finley put in. “I think I'll do the cheesecake too,” he added.
“Both of your orders sound good, but I think I'm going with the bread and olives, 8 oz filet steak with peppercorn sauce, beer-battered onion rings, and the mousse for dessert,” Zaine commented.
When their server arrived, they put in their order and enjoyed the ambiance of the restaurant while they waited.
“So, Zaine, I know a bit about Sorcha, but don't really know anything about you. Tell me a bit about yourself.”
“I'm the oldest of four boys, you already know I'm dominant, red and black are my favorite colors, and I'm allergic to coconut. Growing up, I always knew I wanted to own my own business, so when the club came up for sale last year, I jumped at it. I had to make some design changes to make it more me, of course. Let's see, I took riding lessons when I was a kid, and I got my first motorcycle at 18. It was a piece of junk, but it was mine.”
“I remember that thing. Scared the shit out of me every time you were on it,” Sorcha said.
“Yeah, I know it did,” Zaine said, taking her hand and kissing it.
“Then I got my new bike, and she's a beaut,” Zaine said.
“I've always wanted a motorcycle, but it didn't seem practical, so I got the SUV instead,” Finley said.
“We've got to get you a bike, then we can take turns taking our girl for rides,” Zaine told him.
Their food arrived and they focused on eating. Hums of enjoyment came from each of them as they enjoyed the meal.
When they were finished and the bill was paid, they headed up to their room. Sorcha just hoped Zaine could deliver on his promise.
Chapter Eight
Zaine
When they got to the room, Zaine pulled Sorcha into his arms. He lowered his head and kissed her before he handed her off to Finley, who claimed her lips as well.
“I want you naked, Angel,” Zaine growled.
Sorcha stepped away from them both and started stripping, taking her time so they could enjoy it.
“Fuck, you are so beautiful, Sweetheart,” Finley growled.
Zaine held a hand out to her and she took it. He led her over to the bed, took her other hand in his, and put them both on the post. “Don't move unless I tell you to. Usually, we'd have a safeword, but since this is our first time playing, we're going to use the stoplight system. Green means everything is good to go, yellow means we need to pause and talk before continuing, and red means full stop. Do you understand, Angel?” When she nodded he lightly swatted her ass. “I need your words, Angel.”
