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Waiting for you in room 7.
With all my love,
Your submissive,
erica
“What do you think?” Cam asked.
“I liked that she spelled her name with a little e and not a capital letter. Nice and submissive.” Dylan chuckled, feeling his cock become uncomfortable in his pants. “I think this is the worst case of topping from the bottom I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“I know, but do you think she’s right?” Cam’s tone had an obvious heat to it. Erica’s note had impacted Cam the same way it had him. “Is she ready?”
“There’s only one way to find out. If our little sub wants to play, I’m going to give her my best. I need to stop at my place and change clothes and get some things.”
“Me, too,” Cam said. “Should I bring the TENS unit?”
“Bring everything. I am.” Dylan put his arm around his brother. “We need to bring our A-game for Erica. God, I’m proud of her.”
Erica might’ve started the ball rolling tonight, but he and Cam would be the ones in control from now on. He couldn’t wait to see her lips shivering in pleasure-filled delight.
/> “Same here.” Cam smiled. “She’s going to do great.”
“Yes, she will,” he said, heading out the door to the woman he loved and shared with the man who was his best friend and brother.
* * * *
The temperature was perfect in room seven of Phase Four, but Erica sat on the wooden bench shivering. There were all kinds of contraptions in the space, and all of them wicked looking.
Mr. Gold had agreed to let her in, though she had let her membership lapse, but only after Amber, Megan, and Nicole had cornered him. She loved those women.
She slipped off the bench and paced around the fifteen by fifteen square space. The door was locked. Mr. Gold said he would give the key to Dylan and Cam when they arrived, but no one else. She wore a black bikini top, leather mini, fishnet stockings, and red pumps. The raincoat she’d walked into the club with had covered her. Nicole had pointed out that it also made her look like a female flasher, which made Amber and Megan laugh.
Erica had chuckled herself at the comment. She wasn’t quite ready to be public with her play, but she was definitely ready to play with Cam and Dylan. She was theirs in every way.
She considered taking off her clothes before her guys arrived, but didn’t think they would like finding her naked. So, she didn’t.
She went to the door and checked the deadbolt again. Still locked. What time was it? They had to have gotten the note at least thirty minutes ago. What was taking them so long? Then she had a horrible thought. What if they weren’t coming? What if something had come up at TBK that demanded their attention and they couldn’t make it? Her guys certainly would’ve called or texted her, wouldn’t they? Cam would’ve for sure. Had Dylan’s old demons surfaced again? What if…?
Erica knew she was just being silly. They’d proven their love to her again and again. Whatever was keeping them wasn’t going to keep them away for long. She just had to be patient. But she wasn’t patient. Not even a little.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm her excitement and nervousness. The moment she’d written the note, her anticipation tingles had begun. Walking into the club, they’d gotten warm. When she’d closed the door and locked herself into room seven, they’d gotten hotter. After she took off her raincoat, they’d become violently molten.
A knock on the door had her heart jumping up in her throat. “Mr. Gold?”
Another knock had her grabbing for her raincoat.
Erica’s self-defense lessons kicked in and she crouched to the side of the door. No weapons were allowed in Phase Four, so she didn’t have the pink-handled gun that Dylan had given her. She did have pepper spray in the pocket of her raincoat.
Another knock. This one was louder, harder, more urgent.
“This room is taken,” she said loudly, hoping it was just some lost member of the club.
The deadbolt unlocked.
Her pulse raced in her veins and she crouched down, bracing for the worst.
The door swung open.
