Twice the Touch Read Free

slightly upturned nose. Gorgeous . She gulps and shoots an almost panicked look to the man beside me, but I'm not focusing on him yet. My main priority is the one who's cuffed—always. Her skin is pale, flawlessly smooth, and she's completely naked. Full, round tits, rosy nipples, a slender waist, and nice, curvy hips. A bare little pussy. Exquisite legs, dainty feet—not a scar in sight. Also not in sight: any trace of arousal or excitement.
    I approach her with slow, measured steps, and the first thing s I check are her bindings. With her arms raised so high, it's not good to have her restrained for too long, but it's looking good here. Simon has undoubtedly checked already.
    "Not too tight?" I gently wrap my fingers around her left wrist, noticing the different wristbands she's wearing. Green for being approachable by other Doms, blue for partaking in scenes—which means the drink limit is in effect, and yellow for being new.
    These wristbands are a new concept at Switch, and I definit ely approve of them. They guarantee a certain amount of safety for everyone.
    "N-no," she stammers in a soft voice, "they're good."
    I raise a brow at her and clasp my hands behind my back.
    "Sir," she adds hastily.
    "There's a good girl," I murmur. "What's your name, kitten?"
    She swallows before exhaling shakily. "Evangeline, Sir."
    Beautiful . With a slight nod in acknowledgment, I turn to her Dom and see a man who certainly doesn’t look like a Dom, and it has nothing to do with physical appearance. He's a handsome young man—in his mid-twenties, I'd say—but he doesn’t carry himself confidently. He's not as broad-shouldered or muscular as I am, but he's definitely built. Instead of lifting weights, I imagine him doing laps in a pool. He's fairly tall, too—perhaps a few inches shorter than my six four. Narrow hips. Dark hair, wavy and untamed, styled to belong to a surfer or skateboarder. Sharp jaw, straight nose, and pale green eyes. It's the vulnerability in those eyes…
    Biting his thumbnail doesn’t help him project confidence, either.
    "Name?" I cock my head at him and note the clothes he's wearing: brand new leather pants and a dark red T-shirt. Doc Martens, also brand new. He doesn’t look comfortable.
    "Brayden , S—" His Sir is on the tip of his tongue, but he doesn’t verbalize it. He managed to cut off the sentence just before. Interesting .
    "How long have you been with Evangeline?" I ask, giving the girl a smile.
    "Um, three years."
    So, the trust is already there. Angling myself toward Evangeline again, I brush my knuckles down her ribs, enjoying the way her skin pebbles under my touch. "Am I allowed to touch her intimately, Brayden?" I keep my eyes on the girl. The green wristband tells me she's approachable, but her "Dom" is still in charge. He decides how far I'm allowed to go.
    "Yes. We t-talked about it." He's nervous. And flustered. "We, uh, we need help…I guess. I mean, we're new."
    I withhold my smile. "I've noticed." Studying Evangeline's face, I reach up and twirl a strand of her shoulder-length hair around my finger, ending with a little tug. Her pupils dilate as she stares up at me. "Such a pretty little kitten." I brush the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip. The tip of her tongue darts out, and I chuckle lowly. "Oh, you want this, don’t you?" I don’t wait for an answer. "Do you know your safewords?"
    "Red to stop, Sir. Yellow if it's becoming too much, and green if it's…all good."
    All good. That’s one way of putting it. I grin. "Good girl. Don’t be afraid to use them." Taking a step back, I motion for Brayden to join me. He does, and I position him so he's right in front of me. "Now. The DM told me dominating isn't easy for you, Brayden—that you asked little Evangeline here what to do next."
    "I'm not really a Dom," he mumbles.
    I squeeze his shoulder. "I know. But I'm glad you told me." Honesty is the key. My guess is that they want to pursue this lifestyle but can't agree on who