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Serena studied both men carefully as they maintained a respectful distance of personal space that showed her they were not presumptive. They didn’t assume that because she was in a place like this that she was easy or slutty or that she was a prostitute.
She felt drawn to them immediately and with inexplicable force.
They were the most handsome men she had ever laid eyes upon—in real life or in her imagination. Even her best fantasy did not measure up to the reality that was standing before her. Was she actually drooling over them? She clamped her dainty jaw shut tightly to ensure she didn’t.
The big, blonde giant dwarfed Serena. He was so big, in fact, that his attractive, golden-maned head nearly blocked the light from the wrought-iron chandelier behind him. His massive, well-muscled body was nothing less than enormous. Every inch of him was gorgeous, and he made Serena feel small and protected in his presence. He was dressed in a modern, stylish grey Armani suit, but somehow even that looked medieval here in The Oubliette. An indigo tie and kerchief highlighted his stunning cerulean eyes.
“Does it meet your liking?” the dark-haired man repeated his friend’s question. They were like an opposing pair of chess pieces. Equally tall and equally handsome, but where one was fair and freckled and clean-shaven, the other was deeply tanned, with salt-and-pepper hair and a dark five o’ clock shadow. They both looked at her with deep, intelligent eyes.
Serena’s breath caught in her throat. She was surprised by her own strong reaction to them. She hadn’t been attracted to someone like this in years. She remembered that she still needed to answer their question.
“Yes,” she stammered. It was highly uncharacteristic for Serena Richardson, Domme Extraordinaire, to feel nervous, especially with a man. She was used to having powerful CEOs and vice presidents quivering in their boots while she whipped them until they begged her to cease.
These two made her feel downright giddy. “It’s a glorious dungeon,” she peeped. “It looks so real…I could lose myself in here.”
“That’s pretty much the point of it,” the blond man teased. His white teeth gleamed, and even though the bottom ones were slightly crooked, their imperfection only made him more appealing.
“Miles Vincent.” He extended a mammoth hand. Raw power coursed through the muscles of his hands and forearms. Serena’s hand actually hurt when he shook it, but she gripped it firmly and squeezed back. She was a strong, independent woman, not some fainting flower. She wasn’t going to swoon like a Harlequin heroine just because a big, strong man was touching her.
Or was she?
“Caleb Hudson,” the other man said, and they engaged in a similarly painful handshake. “And you are?”
The room started to spin a little as blood rushed to her head. And other places.
“Your name, please?” Caleb asked again, throwing her off guard again. People didn’t usually share their true names in sex clubs.
“Serena,” she replied.
“A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” He cocked a devilish eyebrow. His bright, sapphire eyes twinkled merrily.
She giggled and her voice sounded like a little girl’s.
Damn, they were going to mistake her for a submissive if she kept acting like a moonstruck ninny!
“I’m a Domme,” she blurted out awkwardly.
Damn, she wanted to stick her foot in her mouth. She couldn’t even speak intelligently when they looked at her. All she wanted to do was lose herself in those intense eyes.
“You’re not a Domme with me,” Miles replied, taking one step closer.
“Or me,” Caleb added.
Serena could feel the heat of Miles’s body emanating towards her. Her cheeks flushed again with uncomfortable warmth, and she felt the blush creep all the way down her neck and chest. She felt like a delicate little gazelle, stalked by a savage lion on the African savannah.
What had happened to the strong, powerful tigress she’d been only moments ago?
“I’m not a switch,” she gasped breathlessly. Miles was standing toe to toe with her. The top of Serena’s head barely reached his blonde goatee. He reached out and tipped her chin upwards with one large finger.
“No, you’re not,” he agreed and caressed her jaw with his thumb.
Her hands were actually shaking.
“With us, you’re a sub,” Caleb stated boldly. It was not a question, nor a request.
It was a command. Serena wasn’t used to being commanded, and she couldn’t identify the feeling that washed through her at that moment. She was appalled, and delighted, and offended, and extremely turned on, all at once. But she always prided herself for having her head screwed on, even in the most unusual circumstances. If she was going to be a sub for the first time in her life, these men would have to prove they were worthy.
“What part of ‘I’m not a switch’ did you not understand?” Serena said, boldly locking eyes with the giant man.
