Dylan walked in. “We know this room is taken, sub.”
He carried a black satchel, but it wasn’t what he was carrying that had gooseflesh popping up on her skin. It was what he was wearing. From the waist up, he wore only his sunglasses. He had on dark jeans that were held up by a wide leather belt. Even his black boots made him look intimidating and delicious.
Cam came in behind him, carrying his own satchel. His Dom gear was different than Dylan’s. He wore only black leathers—vest, pants, a strap around each muscled bicep and military boots. If danger had a first name, it would be Cameron Strange.
Dylan knelt down in front of her and cupped her chin. Then he turned to Cam. “Look at this sub crouching on the ground. Have you ever seen such a pretty sight?” Dylan straightened up. “Stand on your feet, sweetheart.”
With her heart picking up speed, Erica obeyed.
“Cam and I are in control, not you. You understand that?” His tone stung her.
She lowered her eyes. “I do.”
“We do not tolerate lies.”
Nodding, she looked down at her feet.
“Look at me, sub.” She felt him cup her chin, nudging her to look at him.
She swallowed hard and got to her feet. “Yes, Sir.”
Dylan straightened up, which had him towering over her again. “It’s Master.”
“Yes, Master.”
“I like the sound of that.” Cam smiled, making his face look even sexier. “You’ve been a very naughty girl, sub.”
She wasn’t sure if he was teasing or serious. “What did I do, Masters?”
Dylan sat on a bench and patted the spot beside him. “Come sit by me.”
She instantly obeyed, trembling from the masculine energy her men were sending throughout the room and into her.
Cam began unloading the sex toys from his satchel, placing them on the tables around the room.
Dylan caressed her cheek. His fingers were sending ripples of heat through her body. She stared at her own reflection in his sunglasses, and saw how flushed her cheeks were.
“Let me start by talking about your little game of deception.” Dylan’s tone was a mixture of kindness and strength. “You lied to both me and Cam about who was going to be at Phong’s and who was to pick you up.”
“B–But it was only to get you two together to see my note at the same time. That was all I was trying to do,” she said.
Cam looked at her, eyebrows raised in question.
“Master,” she added, her voice shaking.
“Didn’t Cam and I tell you that we would know when you were ready for BDSM or not? We were very clear that we would be the ones to take you to the club, correct?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Your impatience got the better of you. That’s why you concocted this devious plan to get what you wanted.”
“But I am ready.” What they’d done for her at Boyd’s grave had killed her demons for good. She was ready to dive headfirst into the life.
“There you go with your ‘buts’ again.” Dylan placed his hands on both her shoulders. He leaned his head against hers until her eyelashes were touching the lenses of his sunglasses. “The only way to break you of that bad habit is to warm up that pretty butt of yours. Warm it up really nice until it’s a bright pink. You’ve been bad sub. You must be punished, understand?”
Her belly flip-flopped. “Yes, Master.”
“Did you eat before you came here tonight?” Cam asked, sitting down beside her opposite Dylan.