Everyone laughed.
Sylas kissed her, making her toes curl. “You’re up, bro.”
Nic grinned and pulled her in tight, pressing his lips to hers.
They turned and faced their friends and loved ones.
“It is with great pleasure and honor that I present to you Destiny’s newest family—Nic Walker, Sylas Hayes, and their lovely wife, Ashley Walker-Hayes.”
The crowd came to their feet, applauding and cheering.
Ashley marched down the aisle between her two husbands, feeling like she was on top of the world.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Nic looked at the outfit that he and Sylas had bought for Ashley to wear to Phase Four. The red vinyl skirt would barely cover her gorgeous ass. It allowed easy access to her sweet backside. The red, mesh bustier with its metal studs was perfect to show off her beautiful breasts.
Ashley was taking a bath, getting ready for the evening.
“Do you think she’ll like this?” Sylas held up the skirt and top.
“I don’t know if she will, bro, but you and I sure will.” He put on his leather vest, which completed his club gear. After finishing Zac’s final lessons, he actually felt like a Dom, inside and out. “Tonight is going to be awesome, Sylas. I can’t wait to show her off on the main stage at the club.”
“Me either.” Sylas laced up his military boots. His Dom gear was similar to Nic’s—leather pants and boots—though he wore a harness instead of a vest. “Don’t get me wrong. I love the private rooms. But seeing how excited she’s been since we told her what we planned to do has really lit my fire.”
Nic smiled. “I was a little surprised that our wife was such an exhibitionist. Were you?”
“I sure was, but I’m glad she is. She’s the prettiest sub in the whole club. I want to show her off.”
Ashley came out of the bathroom completely nude, as they’d instructed her. She looked like a goddess, her skin golden and glistening.
“Masters.” She got down on her knees, lowered her eyes, and clasped her hands behind her back.
He stepped forward, pride swelling in his chest at the perfection of her submissive posture. He cupped her chin, guiding her to look at him. “What state are you in, sweetheart?”
“Molten Lava Cake.”
Most of the time, Ashley could only get out “Molten” during their play. By the time he and Sylas got her up on the main stage, he expected she might only be able to say the first syllable, “Molt.” That image made him grin.
He recalled the day they’d chosen her safe words. He’d been so green in the life then. But green or not, everything inside him had responded to being a Dom from the very first lesson he’d taken from Zac. This life spoke to levels inside him that he hadn’t even known existed before.
“On your feet,” he commanded her.
“Yes, Master.” She stood.
His cock responded by getting hard, but his wants would remain in check. All his focus was on Ashley. Her wants were what mattered. Once he and Sylas sensed that she was in subspace, then, and only then, would he give in to his own crushing hunger.
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Sylas put the bustier on Ashley, while Nic helped her into the tiny skirt. “Do you like your new outfit, baby?”
She smiled. “Yes, Master. I love it.”
Nic went into her closet and brought out her red stilettos. “These will go perfectly, sub. Sit on the bed.”
She obeyed instantly.
Nic handed him one of the heels. They each placed them on her delicate feet.