“We reserved a private Dungeon room,” Lex said, his voice dropping into that Dom tone that made my knees weak. “Just the three of us. No interruptions.”
“But first,” Majesty cut in, glancing at his watch, “you have an appointment.”
“Appointment?”
A knock at the door answered my question. Lex answered the door and stepped aside for me to see.
Scarlett stood on the porch with a folded massage table under one arm and a large bag slung over her shoulder.
“Special delivery,” she said with a warm smile. “One spa day, as ordered.”
“Wait, what?” I looked between her and my Doms, who were both grinning like kids on Christmas morning.
Lex took her things from her and set her up in his office. Scarlett and I followed. When we entered, I saw that my men had moved everything to one side to give her ample space.
“I’m a licensed massage therapist,” Scarlett explained. “Master Lex asked if I’d give you the full treatment.”
“I didn’t know you did massage,” I said, watching her set up in the office with practiced efficiency.
“Most people don’t. I keep my license current but don’t advertise.” She smiled politely. “Are you ready?”
Nodding to her prompted her to tap the massage table. I climbed on and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath.
An hour and a half later, I was convinced Scarlett had actual magic in her hands. She’d worked over every inch of my body, giving me a deep tissue massage that found knots I didn’t know I had, applied a sugar scrub that left my skin feeling like silk anda hydrating face mask, and finally a scalp massage that had me melting into the table.
“Thank you,” I told her as she packed up her supplies. “That was incredible.”
“My pleasure.” She paused at the door, her expression softening. “Those two really love you, you know. I’ve been to a few of their lectures and I’ve never seen them happy and settled. That’s all you.”
When she finished, lunch was waiting for us on the island. We ate and talked for awhile before exhaustion began to kick in for me. I was full and relaxed and could totally use a nap.
After she left, I found Lex and Majesty waiting with glasses of wine and matching robes.
“How do you feel?” Lex asked, pulling me into his lap.
“Amazing,” I admitted, snuggling against his chest. “Scarlett’s hands are miraculous.”
“Good.” Majesty’s hand traced lazy patterns on my thigh. “You needed to rest. Tonight’s going to be intense.”
“How intense?” I asked, even as my body started responding to the promise in his voice.
“The kind where you forget your own name,” Lex murmured against my ear. “Where the only words you remember are ‘yes, Sir’ and your safe words.”
I shivered. “When?”
“Soon.” Majesty stood, pulling me up with him. “But first, you’re going to nap. Doctor’s orders.”
“You’re not a doctor,” I protested, even as exhaustion from Scarlett’s massage pulled at me.
“No, but I’m your Dom, and I’m telling you to rest.” He guided me to the bedroom. “Because when we get you in that Dungeon tonight, we’re not letting you go easily, babygirl.”
I woke to the late afternoon streaming through the windows. Someone had closed the curtains partway, leaving the room dim and peaceful. For a moment, I just lay there, listening to the quiet sounds of Lex and Majesty moving around.
On the chair beside the bed, laid out like an offering, was an outfit I’d never seen before. A corset in that same deep burgundy leather as my new toy bag, with a flowing skirt that would provide coverage while walking to the Dungeon but would be easy to remove. Beautiful and functional.
I sat up, running my fingers over the boning of the corset.
“You’re awake.” Lex appeared in the doorway. “We thought you might like something special to wear tonight. Besides the cuffs that is.”
