“You can move,” I said, swatting her ass lightly. “Come on. Up.”
We each went to our respective showers. Cleaning up quickly, I dressed in black slacks and a black button-down. When I came downstairs, I headed straight for the charcuterie board I’d made earlier, needing to refuel.
I was eating cheese and grapes when I heard footsteps on the stairs. I looked up and nearly choked on a grape.
Cami stood at the bottom of the stairs in a black lace gown that was completely sheer. Underneath, I could see a black bra and panties, but the gown hid nothing. Her makeup was natural, just enhancing her features, but the overall effect was devastating.
“You look like a siren,” I said, my voice rough. “Absolutely devastating.”
She smiled and crossed to me, pressing a kiss to my lips. “Thank you.”
“Seriously, Cami. You’re stunning.”
Majesty appeared behind her, also dressed in all black—black jeans and a black Henley. He looked at Cami and whistled low.
“Damn, baby. You’re going to cause a scene just walking into the Dungeon.”
“You gifted it to me, Sir,” she said with a wicked smile.
“Figured since my brother dressed you up for me last night, I’d do the same tonight for him.”
I looked between them, ready to get to the good shit. “Ready to go to the Dungeon?”
“We are,” Majesty confirmed. “And I have something special planned.”
Cami looked between us with excitement and nervousness in her eyes. “What are you planning?”
“You’ll see,” I said, taking her hand.
She looked between us, and I saw the moment that her reality clicked. “Okay.”
“Good girl,” I said, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
The three of us walked out into the cold night air, snow crunching under our feet as we made our way to my truck, bundled in our coats. When we got inside the Dungeon, Cami seemed nervous.
“Breathe, baby,” I said to her. When she didn’t, I nipped the back of her head making her more aware of what we were doing.
“This way,” Majesty led the way and I followed directly behind Cami. It was about to get serious and I was glad I’d been invited to take a front row seat.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Majesty
The Dungeon felt more intimate and charged tonight. I led Cami through the main space toward a private room at the back, my hand steady on her lower back. Lex walked beside us, and I felt the weight of curious eyes tracking our movement, but no one approached. They knew better than to interrupt.
The private room was exactly what I’d requested. The St. Andrew’s cross dominated one wall, a leather couch sat against another, and a cabinet held the implements I’d selected earlier.
As soon as the door closed and locked, I cupped Cami’s face in my hands. “Color?”
“Green, Sir.”
“Good girl. Here’s how this is going to work. This is my scene to lead. Lex is going to observe from the couch unless I ask him to participate. You’re going to strip and position yourself on the cross. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
“Limits haven’t changed?”
“No, Sir.”
