There’s a table close to the wall with a big light hanging over it. I flip a switch and flinch at how bright it is—and now that I can see better, I notice leather cuffs hanging at all four corners of the table, along with straps running down both sides. To tie a person down and keep them still.
What have I gotten myself into?
The door opens before I can go too far down that particular road. What did I expect to see tonight? Businessmen like the ones Thatcher described over the phone? Men willing and able to spend five thousand dollars each for a single night with a woman.
Instead, in walk three men who look like they can’t be much older than me. Mid-twenties, tops. All three are big, muscular, and have ink peeking out from over their shirt collars.
They stop short upon finding me standing next to the table. I suddenly feel very small and very vulnerable. Goldilocks in front of the three bears.
Two of them look like they could be brothers with their dark hair and eyes, stubble covering their square jaws. The other has blond hair and blue eyes like me, though his eyes are more piercing.
And they’re piercing me now, along with the other two pairs of eyes, studying me while the men stroll around. They don’t say a word at first, settling for watching me. What are they thinking? What do they want me to do?
Finally, one of the dark-haired guys speaks in a deep, rumbling voice. “You know what you’re here for?”
“I guess so?” I’m in way over my head here. “I mean, there wasn’t anything specific in the contract.”
He sighs like he’s irritated. I’m already making mistakes. “You should already be blindfolded.”
“Give her a break,” the blond guy mutters. “Jesus. She just got here.”
“You look like you’re about fifteen,” the third guy muses, stroking his stubbled jaw.
“I’m nineteen. Do you think they would’ve let me up here if I couldn’t prove it?”
“Smart-ass.” He grins, though. “We’ll see how long that lasts.” Something about the way he says it makes dread—and desire—skitter down my spine.
“I’m Dash,” the blond offers before pointing to the super frowny guy who only frowns deeper now. “That’s Arden. And that’s Ranger.”
“Since when do we use names?” Arden mutters.
“Since it’s obvious she’s new to this, and we’re not total assholes.” Dash rolls his eyes a little. “Come on. We’re all going to have fun tonight.”
“You’re not a virgin, are you?” Ranger asks, lifting an eyebrow.
“No,” I say with a laugh.
“But this is your first time doing anything like this?” There’s hunger in his voice, in his eyes.
“That’s true.” I lift my chin. “But I’m ready for whatever it is you have in mind. So long as you respect the safe word.”
Arden snickers. “Of course. You don’t have to explain it to us.” He very obviously looks me up and down, and my body responds suddenly. Strongly. My nipples tighten, and my already wet pussy gets wetter. Warmer.
“We’re going to have fun tonight,” Dash assures me while his gaze moves over me just like his friends’.
“You’re going to do what we say, and let us do what we want.” Arden begins rolling up the sleeves of his button-down shirt, revealing more tattoos. Like he’s getting ready to go to work.
“We’re going to blindfold you,” Ranger explains. “And once we get started, you’ll do what you’re told… or you’ll be punished.” His gaze darts to the wall full of toys before landing on me again.
“I understand.” But I don’t. I’m only going along with what they’re saying because I need this money more than anything. My heart might burst out of my chest if it doesn’t stop racing the way it is, but I can’t back out. My whole life depends on this.
Besides, I can’t pretend they aren’t hot. Who wouldn’t jump at the opportunity to be with three men who look like them? I was worried they’d be gross or ugly, but nothing could be further from reality. Now I understand what the hostess was talking about. No way any of them has trouble finding girls on their own.
But they want something special. Unusual. That’s what keeps me apprehensive as the men close in on me, and Ranger pulls a length of black silk from a hook on the wall. My blindfold. “You won’t hurt me, will you?” I whisper.
“We might,” Arden admits in that deep, scary voice. “But not for long. We won’t harm you. You really don’t have a clue what you’re doing here, do you?”
I hate how condescending he sounds. “I only wanted to be sure. I don’t know you. How can I trust you?”
“I guess that’s the question, isn’t it?”
I can hardly hear anything over the blood rushing in my ears. This is it. They want to get started. I signed a contract, and I have to go through with it.
Dash looks me in the eye and musters a faint grin. “Don’t worry. You’re going to enjoy this just as much as we will.”
As Ranger steps up behind me and begins tying the blindfold over my eyes, I can only hope he’s right.