Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
And with that thought, the last one of the many that ran through my head in the span of what was a mere glance around the empty club, only seconds after Seth flipped the dim lights on, I reach over and flip one more—the switch to Playroom 2—and he raises an eyebrow at me.
“Okay, so, I need a little time to get ready. So, um… I don’t know. Maybe make yourself a drink at the bar or something and set a timer for… ten minutes. Yeah. Ten minutes should be good. If not, I—”
“Take a breath, doll,” he interrupts, lifting his hand to stroke along my cheek. I look up into his hazel eyes and do what he instructed. “Whatever you have planned, especially if it takes place here and in Playroom 2, which you know is my favorite, there’s no way I won’t love it. I’m excited for my surprise, so take as long as you need, and flip the switch inside the room whenever you’re ready for me to come in, okay? I’ll see the Occupied light, and I’ll give you another minute just in case. Sound good?”
Even though it’s my surprise for him, I’m grateful he knows exactly when I need him to take the lead and pull me in the right direction, making something I hadn’t thought about run much more smoothly than what my overloaded mind could come up with on the spot. One of the dumbbells of anxiety rolls off my shoulder, making room for enough relief I can think a little clearer. “Sounds perfect,” I whisper, and I close my eyes as he bends down to kiss my forehead.
Then, he spins me around, and I yelp as he slaps my ass to get me moving, making me laugh when he says excitedly, “But hurry up, because I’m dying for my present!”
I shake my head as I make my way around the wall of booths that give the playrooms along the outside of the space a bit of privacy. I tug open one side of the only heavy velvet curtain that’s not tied back like the other playrooms’, since I asked Corbin and Brian to shut it when they were done, just in case Seth would somehow see what they installed for me today before I was ready. When it falls closed behind me after I step inside, I look up, and there it is—a huge part of my surprise.
I walk over to it hesitantly, taking in the fact that the guys did everything I asked… and more. The room has been rearranged so nothing is within several feet of the brand-new, glistening, golden stripper pole, making it safe for someone to stretch in any direction without knocking into anything. I’d only asked them to install it good enough that I could return home safely to my daughter at the end of the night and to please check the floor when they were done so I wouldn’t slip and bust my butt on something.
This, though? The pole looks like it’s now a permanent feature of Playroom 2. And as I round the padded leather play table in the center of the room, I see they even added a thick mat around the bottom. It’s black and blends in with the rest of the floor, not a bright color like the ones at Crystal’s studio.
Just off the round mat is a black leather armless chair with gold rivets along the edges. It’s much nicer than the “metal folding chair or something” I asked them to stick in here for me.
It had been hard enough to request the things I needed, since then they’d know exactly what I’d be doing for their best friend for his birthday. But surprisingly, they didn’t laugh or tease me one single bit. They listened intently with thoughtful expressions, nodding as I fumbled through my plan. They smiled encouragingly, prompting me with excitement in their tone and eyes to tell them everything I needed, and they’d get it all done.
I didn’t know if their women had warned them to be good, or if the Dominants themselves just sensed I’d benefit from them taking this seriously and that it would help me get through my embarrassment issues if they refrained from giving me a hard time, even if it would’ve been purely just playfulness.
With my every stuttered request, they’d clap their big hands together and say, “Got it,” or they’d ask me if something else might work better. Each of their suggestions was brilliant, and by the time I asked my last favor, my voice was clear, and a smile was spread across my face at Corbin and Brian’s enthusiasm. They inserted countless phrases that boosted my confidence, like “He’ll fucking love that,” and “The lucky bastard,” and looking back on the hour I spent with them yesterday, it’s a memory I know I’ll hold onto and cherish for a long time. Because I know our two normally broody and much-more-serious-than-my-husband friends chose to show me a softer and more sensitive, caring side of themselves, all to help me in their own way.