Again, they both laughed before Beck dropped a kiss just beneath her ear. “You already knew that.”
She did. “I need to have my head examined.”
“So…” Seth drawled. “Is that a yes, angel? You’ll play with us? Wear the nightgown and let us hunt you?”
Even his words made her quiver with a thrill she didn’t understand. “Yes.”
She whispered, but they both heard. The approval in their eyes matched the lust pinging between them.
“We’ll wait for you out there.”
He and Beck both disappeared back to the main office, shutting the door behind them. Shaking, she tugged off her clothes and slipped the flowing white gown over her head. She glanced at herself in the full-length mirror behind the door—and her jaw dropped. Trimmed in bows and lace, the nightie almost looked girlishly innocent…except she could see her dusky pink nipples, the indention of her waist, the hint of shadows between her legs, and the outline of her thighs—all of which proved she was a woman.
No doubt, they’d love this get-up. And because she was learning well what turned them on, she grinned as she pulled free the ponytail holders she’d used to secure her messy bun, then braided her hair into neat little pigtails.
Satisfied, she stepped out the door, staying in the shadows and away from the proprietor.
Beck and Seth both turned to her. Instantly, heat lit their eyes.
“Hmm. You look gorgeous, angel.” Seth skimmed his fingers down her cheek before settling the locket he’d given her over the tiny pearl buttons nestled between her collarbones.
“Beautiful,” Beck added, his voice husky.
Seth ducked into the changing room, shoved their duffel into one of the lockers, then slammed the metal door before pocketing its key. Then he returned to their side. “Ready?”
His wolfish grin said he was. Beck, too.
She nodded bravely. “As I’ll ever be.”
“What’s next?” Beck asked the man behind the counter, standing in front of her to block his view. Seth joined him, creating a wall of man between her and the proprietor.
“Just need to go over a few things before you start.” The guy behind the counter handed each of them a map. “There are five buildings on the property, all with a specific theme. Locations are completely stocked with condoms, lube, scenario-appropriate toys, costumes of all sizes, and a bed…of sorts. As you can see, we have our barn. That’s the Obedience Corral. The school is our Headmaster’s Office. Then there’s the church, The Ministry of Sin. Not to be outdone is our medical center, St. Merciless General. And last, our ever-popular Love-Shackled Cottage.”
Every word sent more heat spiraling through her. The thought of being dragged into one of those themed rooms and left to Beck and Seth’s mercy…
Anticipation permeated every cell in her body. The map jostled in her trembling fingers. Goose bumps peppered her skin as the man cleared his throat. “I need to talk to your girl.”
Beck and Seth exchanged a glance before Beck peeled off his windbreaker and draped it around her, covering the essentials. Seth studied her. Seemingly satisfied, they both stepped aside.
“I’m here,” she murmured.
The man behind the counter pinned her with a solemn stare. “First, you’ll have a five-minute head start before the men begin hunting you. Do you understand?”
Five minutes wasn’t long, but Heavenly hoped that gave her enough time to find a good hiding place. “Yes.”
“Secondly, you signed the waiver, but I also need verbal confirmation. Are you here of your own free will?”
“Yes,” Heavenly assured.
“And you understand that all sexual activity on premises is deemed consensual in the course of play. If you no longer consent, you change your mind, the scene becomes more than you can handle, or you have any sort of emergency, each building is equipped with a small panic room. You simply step inside and push the red button on the wall. The doors will slam shut. Every employee in the compound and I will extract you promptly. Understood?”
She couldn’t imagine a scenario she’d need to physically flee from Beck or Seth. “Yes.”
“You’ve all noted on your forms that her safe word is freedom, correct?”
“Yes,” they answered in unison.
“We don’t record any audio or visual activity on the premises, but we do have sensitive microphones throughout the property. I’ve entered her safe word into a special computer program. If she says that word, cameras and mics will turn on and begin recording. It will also alert me…here.” He tapped a black receiver tucked in his ear. “If either of you fail to honor her safe word, my employees and I will descend on your location and escort you off the premises. You’ll be banned for life. Clear?”
