Alex stepped up and pinched her left nipple, syncing the throbbing of its twin, which was captured between Brandon’s index finger and thumb. “It’s time.”
“Yes it is,” Justin agreed.
Brandon nodded. “Shelby, you’re in for it now. Before we walk into the club, give us your safe words.”
“I use colors like most submissives trained at the club. Green. Yellow. Red. Green means—”
Both he and Alex pinched harder on her nipples, and Justin reached out and gave a tug on her hair.
“We know what the colors mean, baby.”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered. Clearly, it was more than their clothing that had turned them into three hot Doms. They weren’t play-acting. Had they also been to a munch without her knowledge? Maybe. They’d gone through training with Austin and she’d been unaware of that. They’d also been shopping for those fucking hot leathers without so much as a word to her. What other surprises would she discover about them tonight? The possibilities were endless and were making her so very warm and tingly.
“We’ve passed Austin’s class. We know the rules of the club and have become members. Since you are already a member, Shelby, we don’t have to fill out any of the forms, which is good. We have a private room set up for you tonight. Before we walk you inside, understand, we will be D/s the entire night.”
Anxious and happy, she nodded.
“Let’s test her,” Alex said. “Lower your gaze, sub.”
Still reeling from their amazing anniversary surprise, she instantly obeyed and looked down at her feet.
“Now that’s our sweet sub.” Justin’s carnal tone went right to her pussy. “Before we go in, baby, you need to know how to address us. You may call any of us Master or Sir. But you may also, to keep things clear, call me Cowboy. Alex is Doctor. Brandon is Counselor. You’ve called us these before, but it’s time you said it with respect. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Cowboy.” She liked how they’d taken her terms of endearment and made them even more powerful, more potent, more everything. God, how much training had Austin given them?
Suddenly, she saw two black boots, Brandon’s, beside her feet, which she was staring at as ordered.
He leaned into her and she could feel his hot breath on the side of her face. “You will not talk to anyone in the club unless one of us gives you permission. Understand?”
She nodded, careful not to glance his direction but to keep her eyes down as instructed. “Yes, Counselor.”
“Look at us,” Alex commanded.
She raised her gaze up and looked at her trio of Doms and felt the first drops of moisture between her thighs begin to pool.
“What state are you in, sub?” he asked.
“Green, Doctor.” Very green.
They all smiled wickedly and her tingles shot up to quakes, quivers, and shudders.
“Talk to no one but us.” Brandon’s dominance was like a hammer to her hesitation, to her doubt. “Clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He hauled her up into his arms. She’d been to The Masters’ Chambers a thousand times before but never had she been carried in. A long time ago she’d given up on finding men who could really love her. She’d settled for being a club submissive, talking at the monthly munch, giving advice to newbie submissives, and running a training scene with some of the club Doms from time to time. That had been enough for her, or so she thought. Now she was truly happy and utterly contented. She had a family. She leaned her head into Brandon’s shoulder. Her Doms—her Champions—took her inside.
As Brandon carried her through the doors of the club, out of the corner of her eyes she recognized several people. Charly was there, with her six cowboys, wearing one of her cute submissive outfits, a mini leather skirt with a lacey top. Mackenzie, too, was there with her guys. Jessie must’ve gotten her mother-in-law to watch baby Carol, because she was standing next to Austin by the front desk. All three women were smiling. They knew what was about to happen to Shelby, and they
were thrilled for her.
“You’re going to love what we’ve set up for you, baby,” Justin said as they passed the stages in the main room. “I’m betting you’ll be begging us to bring you here at least a couple times a week.”
Alex added, “She’ll be begging for a lot of things from us tonight, bro.”
Brandon carried her into one of the club’s private rooms, one she’d never been in before. Alex and Justin followed in behind them, shutting the door and locking it. No one could come in and interrupt them. She couldn’t leave until they were done with her. Just the way I like it.
The room was small. With its floors, walls, and ceiling painted black, it reminded her of a cell or mineshaft. On every wall were hooks and clamps. The stainless steel tables were empty. As Brandon lowered her to her feet, she saw them being filled by Alex and Justin with wicked-looking items from their satchels. Her eyes widened, seeing the paddles, dildos, and vibrators.