I nodded. ‘Okay.’
‘A bit of housekeeping before I let you go,’ Jack told me. ‘Have you chosen a safeword?’
‘Um, no. Do I need one?’
‘Yes, club rules.’
I glanced at Dr Braithwaite. ‘How about “Unicorn”?’
He looked into the room, his lips tipping with a smile.
‘Unicorn?’ Jack chuckled. ‘That’s a new one, but all right. It will apply to the whole club. If there are any issues, find me or…’ He directed my attention to two men standing by the door we’d entered. ‘We have security staff throughout the building. I’ll still ask you to please stay with Sir Emmerson or Master Dan at all times, if possible. New subs are a tempting treat for our Doms.’
My wide eyes pinged back to Dr Braithwaite. His smile brimmed with confidence. ‘You’ll be fine, Ophelia.’
‘Should you wish to join us as a regular member,’ Jack continued, ‘you’ll need to undergo basic training, okay?’
‘S-sure,’ I stuttered, unsure of what that would involve. ‘Thank you.’
‘As discussed, this grants her access to our facilities for twenty-four hours,’ Jack told Dr Braithwaite. ‘If you wish to extend her stay, she must complete the full application and attend an induction session.’
‘Understood.’ Dr Braithwaite offered me his hand. ‘Ready?’
No, but I took his hand and followed him down the hall, my imagination running wild by the time we reached a door left ajar. I expected chains and whips, a dungeon-inspired playroom, but that wasn’t what I found on the other side.
Deep red walls hugged a small sofa in dark blue velvet, positioned opposite a leather armchair with a matching futon. A pleasant scent of vanilla hung in the air from the many flickering candles, and the lit fireplace added to the serene, almost romantic atmosphere.
‘It’s nice, isn’t it?’ Dan asked, watching me with a bemused expression.
I jumped when Dr Braithwaite shut the door. ‘It’s not locked, Ophelia,’ he said, his deep voice soothing. ‘You’re free to leave whenever you want.’
I nodded, eyeing Dan as he shrugged out of his jacket. He carried himself with the same class and mystery as Dr Braithwaite, the type of man you couldn’t help but admire for his confidence. I never imagined myself with two men at once, but it would be a lie to say I’d never fantasised about it.
‘Please undress,’ Dr Braithwaite said, ‘and put your clothes on the chair in the corner.’
‘Umm…’ I licked my lips. ‘Okay.’
My nervousness teased out his smile, the secretive one I often saw in lectures, as if he knew the reason for my trembling voice and fidgety hands. Maybe he did. Perhaps he could read me better than I’d imagined. Perhaps that was why he made me feel safe enough to follow his order.
My fingers trembled as I pulled down the zip. The dress slid down my body, leaving me standing before the two men in only my underwear – my soaked pants and a lace bra that barely covered my nipples. I folded the dress and placed it on the chair with my shoes.
Dan leaned against the fireplace, silently observing me as I struggled with my bra clasp.
‘Let me help you.’ Dr Braithwaite placed his warm hands on my shoulders, squeezing lightly when I jumped. ‘There’s no need to be nervous.’
‘I’ve never done this before.’ I sucked in a breath when Dan stepped in front of me. They were taller and broader than me, and being sandwiched between them made my heart skip a few beats. ‘With two men,’ I clarified.
‘I know.’ Dr Braithwaite swept my hair off my shoulder and lightly bit the exposed skin. ‘But you want to be our little slut for the evening, don’t you?’
Flushing, I stared at Dan’s chest. Some videos I had watched reminded me of the scenario he had set up for me. One woman. Two men. God, I was out of my comfort zone, yet my heart fluttered with excitement.
Dan lifted my chin. His eyes darkened with lust and something wicked that sent another wave of tremors through my body. ‘She’s not a slut, Sir Emmerson. You’re a good girl, aren’t you?’
I tensed as Dr Braithwaite unhooked my bra. When he pulled it off, I cupped my breasts, feeling vulnerable and exposed.
Dan shook his head. ‘Don’t cover yourself up, Ophelia. You’re a beautiful woman.’
‘She’s a dirty little whore,’ Dr Braithwaite said as he slid my soaked pants down my legs. His palm hit my butt, startling me again. ‘Spread your legs for me. Let me see if you’re wet enough for my cock.’
