by Eileen Green
“Whose place is this, and why did you fill out paperwork for me?” she asked in a shaky voice. She was giving them a chance to explain. However, she was not going to surrender easily.
Both men hesitated as they looked at each other questioningly. The sick look on Frank’s face told Bradley he didn’t want to be the one at the end of Brooke’s emotional ruler. Taking a deep breath, Bradley knew that he and Frank were going to have a long talk about sharing future situations.
Remaining where he was, Bradley looked at Brooke and winced at the confusion and anger that rooted on her beautiful face. Even with tears streaking her cheeks and the flash of anger in her eyes, she was still the loveliest woman he had ever seen.
Bradley took a step toward his love. However, he thought better of it and stepped back. Taking a deep breath, he began, speaking softly, “Remember when we talked at the Tipsy Tavern about the lifestyle we both are into?”
There had been many discussions the three of them had, and he hoped she remembered the one he was speaking of. With a bob of her head, he knew he was all right to continue.
“This is a BDSM club that our new friends have put together. With the conversations we’ve had, we believed you would want to try it out.” His words weren’t providing any solace with him, so he wasn’t sure what Brooke was thinking. “We wanted to make sure there weren’t any delays when we came for the first time, so we…” Bradley cleared this throat. “We filled out your application. They just need your signature.”
Frank moved in closer to Brooke. “But if you don’t want to be a member, we’ll understand.”
It nearly sounded as if Frank was going to choke on the words he spoke. Bradley knew how he felt, for he was feeling the same way. If Brooke didn’t want to join, both he and Frank would be disappointed. However, Brooke would still be theirs. It would be difficult to give up their BDSM lifestyles, but he knew they would walk away if that’s what Brooke wanted. There would be an empty place in his soul, but his love for Brooke was so much more than that.
The light from the day had disappeared, yet the lights that sat along the driveway and parking area cast a soft glow upon the area. Brooke’s features softened as it appeared she was thinking about what he had just said. He had to hope she would say she forgave them for their stupidity.
Frank’s hand twitched as the two of them waited. Bradley had to take a deep breath, for he found he had been holding it. He only knew he had been when his chest began to burn.
Time had stood still as they waited. It wasn’t as important as the answer Brooke would give them.
Bradley saw her lips move, yet his ears seemed to close for that instant it took her to respond to them. It looked as if she had said yes. God, please let her have said yes!
Brooke was grabbed and pulled into Frank’s arms quicker than Bradley could process the moment, but once it did, he was plastered against her back, his arms around her waist.
The two men held her between them for several minutes before the sound of a vehicle was heard coming up the drive. Brooke stiffened.
“Don’t let others frighten you here, love,” Bradley whispered in her ear. “Anyone who comes here are all here for the same reason. No one will judge you.”
“That’s right, darlin’.” Frank was now looking down at her as he spoke. “Inside this house is a safe, sane, and consensual place for us to play. The people who come here know not to speak of what goes on here unless it’s something that you wish to share with others.”
Deep breaths were being taken by Brooke as she listened to them. Bradley knew she was still nervous, for her body trembled against his. Or was it excitement?
The time was at hand that Frank and he had been anticipating all afternoon. “It’s time to go inside,” Bradley said softly. “Will you let us take you?”
One final deep breath was taken by Brooke before her shoulders squared back and her confidence seemed to shine through. “Yes. Show me your world.” Confident yet breathy was her voice as she placed a hand on Frank’s arm. “I’m ready.”
Elation rushed through Bradley and coursed straight to his dick. With a gentle touch to her lower back, Bradley guided Brooke toward the entrance, again. Frank kept in step to the both of them, his eagerness reined in tight.
By the time they reached the door, four other people were there also. Lyndee Dwyer and her three fiancés, Storm and Trey Goodall and their cousin Austin Lighthorse. Each of the men surrounded their woman on the sides and the back, their loving gazes upon her.
“Hello there, Brooke,” Lyndee said, smiling as she stepped up to Brooke and gathered her in a friendly hug. “It’s so good to see you. I was wondering when you’d make it out.”
Brooke returned the hug, yet her nervousness was evident. When the two women pulled apart, Lyndee stepped out from her men’s protective shell, linked her arm in Brooke’s, and then led her the last few feet to the door. Storm hurried and opened the door for them, and all five men watched the two women disappear inside.
Bradley and Frank stepped into the dimly lit office after the guys from the Circle G ranch and then stopped at the desk. The security guard hadn’t moved from where they had left him, their paperwork spread out before him.
Lyndee and Brooke had stopped next to the desk, apprehension masking Brooke’s face as she looked down at the desk. As if Lyndee caught onto Brooke’s emotions, she slid one arm around Brooke’s waist and squeezed slightly.
“It’s going to be fine, sweetie. It’s normal. We were all nervous the first time, but this is a space where you are safe. Nothing can happen here that you don’t want. There are monitors inside that watch to make sure that everyone is being treated the way they want to be, and that they are safe.”
Lyndee’s voice was soft and understanding as she spoke. She wasn’t talking down to Brooke but was coaxing through her empathy. “The first time I went to a club, I was terrified. I didn’t want people looking at me. Even though my guys looked out for me and made sure I felt safe, I still was self-conscious. They helped me past that hurdle, as did others at the club. Now, I am so comfortable that it’s like a second home.”
Brooke watched Lyndee intently, seemingly listening to every word. Bradley couldn’t have asked for better timing of the Goodalls showing up. He was certain if anyone could help Brooke over this little hiccup, it would be the petite blond FBI agent. He had heard about her story and had the utmost respect for Lyndee Dwyer.
As Lyndee spoke, concern dissipated from Brooke’s features, and her body visibly relaxed. Although she had said she was ready before, Bradley was thankful that Lyndee had arrived when she had. She had clearly eased Brooke’s fears.
In an instant, Brooke held her hand out to the guard. “I’ll sign my application now.” Her voice was strong, but Bradley could hear a bit of nervousness in it. She was putting on a good front.
Once the paper was signed, she set it down on the desk before she looked up at Bradley and Frank. There was a challenge in her eyes along with a spark of mirth. The former had to wonder if they might have created a monster.
Lyndee linked her arm in Brooke’s again. “Come on, Brooke. Let’s go get dressed for the club, and then we’ll show you what fun you are going to be in for.”
Frank pulled out a plastic bag from his duffle bag and handed it to Brooke before the two ladies could turn away. “Here’s what she is to wear,” he said, his voice tight and low.
Brooke took the bag but looked at Lyndee as she inquired, “What are you going to change into?”
“Being founding members of the club, we have our own lockers. I always keep a few outfits here,” Lyndee answered as she led Brooke to the ladies’ locker room. A giggle emanated from the blond beauty as the two disappeared behind the closing door, parting Bradley and Frank from Brooke.
A pregnant pause occurred once the women had disappeared before Storm spoke, “Have you guys sat down with Brooke and discussed hard and soft limits?”
Bradley felt as if he were under a micros
cope as the three Doms before him waited for an answer. He could sense Frank’s uneasiness beside him. Neither one of them had thought about going over Brooke’s limits. What fools they must look like.
“It’s all right,” Trey said, stepping forward. “We’ve been in the same situation. Lyndee knew nothing about her desires until we introduced her to it. There was a lot of trial and error as we discovered what she liked.”
“It was difficult as when we met Lyndee, she had been undercover and was a bit wary of what we offered. There really weren’t any women around here who were experienced with BDSM, so we had to go to a club in Denver.” Austin’s chest puffed out as he continued, “Our little lady has helped all the women here find what they seek from the lifestyle since she has found what she desired, even if her mind didn’t realize it at the time.”
“Brooke’s still new to all this, and needs a guiding hand. I hope you two follow through with what needs to be done, but if you need any help, please don’t hesitate to ask,” Storm offered as he extended his hand to Frank since he was the closest.
Frank shook Storm’s hand, then Austin’s, and then Trey’s. Bradley followed suit, each man thanking the others for their proffered help. There was some work to be done with this new relationship, but Bradley knew they had a whole group of friends to help them out.
“Thank you for the help. I know that in the past with the club I belonged to in London, I was well versed in making out a contract with a sub. Unfortunately, with Brooke, I feel like a green kid again just getting my feet wet.” Bradley hoped that his words also reflected on Frank, or there was a lot more they needed to discuss.
“Sometimes, once you find that person who becomes the most important person in your life, sound thought can disappear. We’ve all been through it, so don’t feel bad.” Trey tried to placate the two men, which Bradley was truly thankful for. He just hoped that the three men would be so gracious when they started pestering them.
Bradley nodded his thanks.
“Now, let’s go wait on our women. Once we’re dressed, I’m sure we’ll still need to wait a while for them.”
Everyone chuckled at Storm’s comment, but Bradley knew he was most likely correct. He followed the guys to the locker room, casting a quick glance at the women’s locker-room door. He hoped they didn’t have to wait too long.
* * * *
Butterflies the size of finches were dive-bombing inside Brooke’s stomach as Lyndee led her past the door that separated her from Bradley and Frank. She had convinced herself that this was what she wanted, and she really did. However, there was still some apprehension left in her.
Lyndee had led her to a fancy little bench covered in cream-colored damask in front of a group of lockers painted in a soft pink. The walls were a lush purple, almost resembling eggplant, a lovely contrast to the pink and creams of the room. Soft lighting cast down upon them from lights set in the ceiling.
Off to one side was a vanity area with six sinks in front of a counter-to-ceiling mirror. Two small chandeliers hung over the vanity that shed brighter light for makeup applying and whatever else a woman would need to enhance her beauty further.
The room was relaxing and welcoming, but Brooke knew that beyond the door at the end of the room was a space that would change her life. Fear sparked within her again as her hand moved, and she heard the plastic bag crinkle.
She had told Frank and Bradley she was ready. Was she really?
“Let’s see what your guys have for you to wear,” Lyndee offered as she gently took the bag from Brooke.
Releasing her near death grip on the bag, Brooke watched the surreal scene. Lyndee opened the bag and pulled out a black slinky teddy.
The item looked as if it covered at least most of her breasts. Never before had she worn so little, or thought about it. Even her nightshirts were long, hanging halfway down her thighs.
Lyndee brought out a pair of black lacy thong underwear, letting the skimpy material dangle on one finger. The petite blonde smiled down at Brooke. “It looks like they have good taste. I’m sure you’ll look lovely in it.”
Brooke swallowed hard as she looked at the items her friend held. “What will others think about me being in something so skimpy?”
“Oh, sweetie.” Lyndee knelt down in front of Brooke and took her hands in hers. “The people who are out there in that club wear all sorts of dress, and some aren’t wearing anything. What you are going to see may shock you, but just remember, you are the only one who is important to your men. They will see you for the beautiful, vibrant, sexy woman that you are. Others may look upon you, and they will see the same thing. However, they will know that you are spoken for because your men won’t be leaving your side. Your men may look at other women, but believe me, they won’t see them as anything but another person.”
Lyndee released one of Brooke’s hand and brought her hand up to Brooke’s cheek. “Believe me when I tell you that those men are so in love with you that they won’t see anything but you out there.”
Tears smarted against the back of her eyes at Lyndee’s words. Her men had told Brooke that they loved her, but others had seen it also.
“There are a few things you have to remember when you belong to a club like this—don’t gawk at others, no matter what they are wearing or doing. Everyone here merits the utmost respect and discretion. Anyone you see here and then see out on the street deserves the right to anonymity unless they wish to have it known that they frequent a place like this. Just like you wouldn’t want anyone to out you in public.”
That was a fear that Brooke had was flying under the radar so that no one would know what she did with her men. Being the president of a company held some stature in a community, and she needed to protect that as much as protecting her company.
Her new friend was setting Brooke’s mind at ease. Now, the only problem she had was whoever was threatening her.
For a fleeting moment, she thought about telling Lyndee about the letter she had received since she was in law enforcement, but she didn’t want to appear to be weak and unable to take care of herself.
Although trepidation was still simmering under the surface, Brooke smiled genuinely. “Thank you so much for helping me get past my nerves. This is all so overwhelming to me, but you and the other ladies have helped me.”
“We’re a family here. We help each other, just like we did when we rescued you and the others. Now, you, Bradley, and Frank are part of the family. This kinky side of us is an added bonus to what we like to do when we aren’t helping others.”
Lyndee’s words calmed Brooke and warmed her. Brooke’s father might be in Atlanta, but she did have a new family here.
“I just hope the guys are patient with me. There’s so much to learn and experience.” Brooke worried that she wouldn’t be able to give Frank and Bradley what they wanted, but trying something wasn’t an area she shied away from. She would give it her all.
“I was in your place when I first met my guys,” Lyndee began. “They went slow, and we found what I liked and didn’t. It just takes time. Just remember, be honest about what you like and don’t like, and it will all come together for you.”
The blond agent stood with enthusiasm, which was infectious, and said on a laugh, “Now, let’s get ready so we can go have some fun.”
Resigning herself to have fun, Brooke dressed in the teddy provided for her. At first she was hesitant about undressing before Lyndee, but the other woman didn’t have any qualms about it, so Brooke followed her lead.
Once they were dressed, they both treaded out past the door that led to the inner sanctum of the club. Brooke read the plaque that was posted on the door, and a slight shiver coursed through her. The plaque read,
Beyond this door you will find pain, patience, self-confidence, and more, or—
Someone who will feel your pain, defy your patience, and look to have their resolve tested.
Chapter Fourteen
Another world was waiting for Brooke on the
other side of the door. Frank and Bradley were waiting for her as Storm, Trey, and Austin were waiting for Lyndee.
Although her men came to stand next to her, Brooke marveled at room they stood in.
On the end closest where they had entered the room, there was a partitioned area with a bar sitting on this side of the curtained area.
Glancing over, she spotted the large expanse of windows that looked out onto the pool, hot tub, and the scenery beyond. She was impressed by the work that had gone into the details and extra added relaxing areas.
A bit in awe, she moved along with the others, scanning in all directions to see what was offered here. Lyndee explained about the conversion of the house that now housed the club. Everything was moveable, and removable, should they ever convert the house back to its former state.
Moving through the room, there were St. Andrew’s crosses, spanking benches, suspension apparatus, cages, and multiple other pieces of bondage furniture. There was a floor-to-ceiling river rock–clad fireplace down closer to the end that held the stage. The craftsmanship on the fireplace was magnificent, and when this was a living room, it would have been the showpiece.
The walls were the same dove gray from the lobby above the same wainscoting. Burgundy and black curtains hung down from the ceilings in increments along the long expanse of wall that was the front of the house. The room was tastefully done, not too dark, not too light. There was enough lighting in the ceilings to illuminate the place.
Scattered around expansive room were intimate sitting areas. Sofas and chairs were gathered in groups along with a coffee table for people to gather and talk. Baskets sat in each area, one on an end table and larger ones nestled on the floor under the tables. Brooke could tell the small baskets held condom packages and some cans of spray, which she didn’t know what they were. Also, small tubes of lube were contained in the baskets.