Her Two Wilde Billionaire Bad Boys (Wilde, Nevada 3)

Your sub’s…? She liked being called their sub.

They read the paperwork and signed it.

“Here’s the key,” Austin said. “Room seven.”

They walked through the door into the main area of the club. She’d never been there before, but had heard how elaborate it was from Jessie and Charly. A few people were milling around, but it was early. She wondered if later the club would be packed to the rafters.

Lance and Chuck led her down a hallway. They both wore black leather Dom outfits that enhanced their masculinity and muscles perfectly. Her men oozed power and dominance.

When they came to room seven’s door, her heart was racing as Chuck put the key in the lock.

This is it. I want this, but I am so nervous.

Wouldn’t they be surprised if she blurted out the safe word they’d agreed on now? She giggled. No way was she going to yell out “thorns.”

She wanted to experience the lifestyle they enjoyed. She wanted to please them. Taking a deep breath, she gathered her courage. This would be fun. She trusted them. Tonight, she would say only “roses” to let her Doms know she wanted to continue.

Chuck opened the door and his hot gaze landed on her. “Time to find out how you like BDSM, sub. Inside.”

She lowered her eyes. “Yes, Sir. Roses. Roses. Roses.”

They both laughed.

Chuck shook his head, but she could see the grin on his face. “She’s trouble.”

“Just the right kind of trouble we love, buddy.” Lance put his arm around her.

Stepping into room number seven surprised Danielle. It was bigger than she’d imagined such a room would be. Scary-looking, yet exciting, too.

The walls were a dark gray with shelves and hooks loaded with all kinds of sex toys. To her left was a bench, reminding her a little of a massage table. To her right was a contraption with cuffs for both hands and ankles. In the center of the room was a strange-looking bed with pillars on each corner.

“Sit on this bench,” Lance commanded.

“Yes, Sir.” She sat down and faced him.

He bent down and removed her stilettos. “God, these are gorgeous.” He ran his hands up and down her legs freely, causing her insides to warm. “On your feet,” he said, taking a step back.

“Yes, Sir,” she answered as she’d been instructed to. She wanted to make them proud, to prove to them she was capable of being a good sub.

Lance and Chuck circled her, each touching her all over. Their lusty gazes went up and down her body again and again.

“Very nice.” Lance looked like a hungry predator and she was his prey. “Very nice indeed.”

“Sexy as hell, that’s for sure.” Chuck’s words came from deep in his chest, like a growl.

Their sinful smiles and wicked words were getting her hot and excited.

“On your knees, sub. Now.” Chuck’s tone left her trembling.

“Yes, Master.” She’d practiced kneeling with them at home several times. She got down on the floor, knees together, stretching her toes and laying the tops of her feet on the floor. Her bottom rested on the back of her calves.

“Very good.” Lance tugged on her hair slightly. “Put your hands behind your back.”

She obeyed, remembering to keep her eyes lowered. “Yes, Sir.”

His hand released her strands and moved to the back of her neck. “What state are you in, pet?”

“Roses, Sir.” She stared at the tops of his and Chuck’s leather boots. She loved that they were in charge.