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to be top and bottom. The most confident man on earth may want to be bossed around behind closed doors; it's fairly common. A CEO, for example, has to carry a lot of responsibility by day, so when he comes home, perhaps he wants someone else to take over. "Tell me more about your arrangement." I presume they have one. Brayden tries to turn, but I stop him by holding his shoulders in place, and I keep my hands there. "No. Watch Evangeline instead."
    "Okay." He releases a breath. "Uh, we've talked about this for about a year. We want to try it, but we're both pretty, um…"
    "Submissive," I finish. I see the tips of his ears tinting red, and I don’t like that at all. "Don’t be embarrassed." To loosen him up, make him relax, I rub his shoulders. It's mainly to get a better read on him—to see how he reacts to my touch—but also to reassure. "Just because you're a man doesn’t mean you have to be in charge. Understand?"
    "Yes…" Another breath. "Sir."
    I smile, seeing Evangeline's reaction to her boyfriend's final word—or title, rather. Excitement is building up in her eyes, slowly but surely, and Brayden's not the only one letting go. She is, too.
    "Go on," I coax.
    "Right." He clears his throat. "We eventually agreed to switch every once in a while. So, I'm the dominant one sometimes…"
    "And you're both comfortable with this decision?" I ask.
    They hesitate to respond, and I'm not surprised. They've compromised. They love each other—that’s clear from their expressions—and any sensible human being in a relationship knows that you have to compromise at times. But these two don’t have to…so long as they're willing to let someone else dominate them both. There are several Doms and Dommes here who have more than one sub.
    I never shared when I was with Alexa, and the occasion hasn't arisen since our separation, but I'd done it a few times before I met her. It's challenging but twice as rewarding.
    "No need to answer," I say and change tactics. This isn't about teaching Brayden the first steps on how to touch his sub anymore, because they're both submissives. "First rule: I want honesty and complete answers unless yes or no is enough." With a small nudge, I shift Brayden to the side so we're both in front of Evangeline. "So, is this your first time in a BDSM club?"
    "Yes, Sir," they reply.
    I barely manage to withhold my wince. Their first time at a fetish club and they head straight for the cross? Jesus Christ . "Have you played at home?"
    "Yes, Sir."
    "With restraints?" I arch a brow at Brayden. "Bondage?"
    It takes longer to answer this time, and when they do , they say no, though Evangeline seems to remember something and quickly mentions that she's tied Brayden down once.
    Once .
    No wonder Simon didn’t want them to leave. They're both fucking hazards.
    "I see. And what was the plan here?" I wave a hand at the cross. "You must've had a scene in mind." Caressing Evangeline's soft cheek, I tell her to answer.
    She shivers. "We…" She trails off, distracted as I let my hand slowly slide down her neck. "We—we wanted to try flogging."
    My fingers curl themselves loosely around her throat. "Is this something you've done before?" My words come out a little rougher, anger boiling up. But I mask it, and I'd never dole out chastisement while angry.
    "No, Sir," they mumble, both sounding nervous.
    "Well. " I push down my urge to paddle their asses for being irresponsible and surge forward. "Brayden, tell me what you have done."
    "We've used toys." His voice nearly cracks. " Um—"
    "Stop with the 'um's," I command softly. "Take a deep breath and relax."
    As he obeys and inhales deeply, I take a step forward and place my hands below Evangeline's breasts. Her breathing hitches, and then again when I ghost my thumbs along the undersides of her…I'd say C-cups. Very nice.
    "Vibrators, beads, dildos…" Brayden's voice is huskier now. Quieter, too. "Plugs, blindfolds—she gagged me once, the time she tied me to the