Stormy Satisfaction (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 11)

“Are you asking about sex, Sylas?” Sam asked with a grin.

“Well, yes.” He glanced at Ethel, not wanting to insult her. “No details but just how you…uh…coordinate…Damn. I don’t know how to say what I’m asking. I don’t want to be rude.”

“You’re not being rude.” Ethel smiled, easing his concern that his questions might be offending her. “The Destiny life is very different from the rest of the world. We understand how strange it may seem. Not to give you specifics about our sex life, but I’ll answer this way. Sometimes it’s together. Sometimes it’s not.”

“But how…do you…”

Sam stood. “I think a visit to Phase Four would do you good, Sylas.”

“Phase Four?”

“Sam, what a terrific idea.” Patrick got up from his chair. “It’s our local BDSM club.”

“BDSM?” He was even more confused than before. “You mean bondage?”

They both nodded.

Sam continued, “Bondage. Dominance. Submission. So much more. It’s part of the lifestyle for many.”

“Oh my God. Does Ashley go there?” An image of her dressed up as a Dominatrix, all in black holding a whip entered his mind. She’d never mentioned that back in Chicago.

“She does,” Ethel said with a grin. “And I can tell by the look on your face that concerns you. Sylas, she’s a member, yes, but only a student of the life.”

Was this all a mistake? Coming to Destiny? Hoping to understand what Ashley really wanted so that he could give it to her?

“As much as I love her, I can’t imagine letting her tie me up, let alone spank me.”

Patrick started laughing and Sam smiled, shaking his head.

“Hush up,” Ethel told them. “Both of you. He has a lot to learn. Ashley doesn’t want to be a Dominatrix, Sylas. She’s a submissive.”

“A submissive?”

“She’s the one who needs to be dominated, and she wants you and Nic to be the ones who she submits to.”

“She’s so strong and capable. I find that hard to believe.” But did he? Really? Sylas had learned how wildly she responded when he held her wrists while they made love. The glaze of heat in her eyes whenever he restrained her had fueled his own hunger. Did she crave more of that kind of play? How rough did she need it? “I guess there’s a lot to her that I don’t know.”

“But do you want to find out more about her?” Sam asked. “About what Ashley really desires from you and Nic?”

“Of course, Sam. Yes. I love her. I want to make her happy if I can.”

“Sylas, I think you are perfect for her, and I bet so is Nic.” Ethel grabbed his hand. “You two just need a few lessons. That’s all.” She turned to her two husbands. “And I have an idea. Why don’t you two take him to the club? Let him see what it’s all about.”

“Sweetheart, that’s a wonderful idea.” Patrick slapped Sylas on the back. “What do you say?”

“I would love to, but I can’t tonight. I have dinner with her and Nic. Phoebe set it up. It’s a welcome-to-the-practice dinner.”

“It’s more than that,” Ethel said. “Phoebe is playing matchmaker, no doubt. Good for you. Sylas, go to dinner. Have fun. Let the night go where it will.”

“From what you’ve told us, it’s clear to me that you three have a lot of work to do before you can be together completely,” Sam s

aid. “Tell you what. I’ll talk to Zac Gold. He’s the owner of Phase Four. I’m sure he’ll let us give you a tour in the morning, even though the club doesn’t open until later.”

“That would be great, fellas.” He had come to Destiny to learn more about the lifestyle that Ashley wanted. Thanks to the O’Learys, he was getting a great start.

“Meet us at Blue’s Diner at eight,” Patrick said. “I like to start my day with black coffee and a good hearty breakfast.”

“What about you, Ethel?” Sylas asked. “Won’t you be joining us?”