Obsidian(2)

I felt embarrassed to say that I couldn't afford it, but I really couldn't. The cheapest plan was five thousand pounds and it wasn't even flexible like the others. Cole took the paper from me, but he didn't look disappointed. Instead, a small smile appeared on his face.

“There is another way.”

I looked up. “Another way?” I was confused right now, but I didn't say anything else. I was simply going to hear what Cole meant by there was another way.

He nodded. “You don't necessarily need to purchase a membership.”

My disappointment disappeared almost instantly. “How?”

Cole glanced toward the corridor before lowering his voice. “We're currently accepting applications for a submissive.”

I blinked. “A submissive?”

“Yes.”

I tried to hide my excitement, but judging by the amused look on Cole's face, I wasn't doing a very good job.

“What does that have to do with membership?”

“The selected submissive receives access to the club under a different arrangement.”

I leaned forward. “Selected by who?”

Cole smiled. “Three of our most exclusive dominants.”

My heart gave an unexpected thump. Three. My mind immediately went back to the three men I'd seen earlier, the three alphas standing together on the balcony.

I swallowed.

“Are they the ones I saw earlier?”

Cole raised an eyebrow. “You noticed them?”

“I happened to see them.”

“Of course you did. I almost forgot.”

I looked away, suddenly embarrassed.

Cole chuckled. “They're called the Obsidian brothers. They're not actually brothers by blood, but they've been friends for years. They run the club together with a few other people.”

I nodded slowly. “And they need a submissive?”

“They're looking for someone suitable.”

“What happened to their previous one?”

Cole's expression became slightly more serious.

“They're not looking for someone to replace anybody. Their previous arrangement simply ended.”

That answer somehow made me more curious. “What kind of submissive are they looking for?”

“That,” Cole said, “is something you'll have to find out if you apply.”

He pulled a tablet from beneath the desk and placed it in front of me. “Applications are done electronically.”

I looked at the screen. There was a simple heading at the top. OBSIDIAN SUBMISSIVE APPLICATION.

My pulse quickened. I had fantasized about submitting for years. But fantasizing about something in the privacy of my bedroom was completely different from actually filling out an application. I picked up the tablet.

“Do I have to pay?”

“No.”

That was enough to make me tap the first field.

‘AGE’

I entered 22.

‘DESIGNATION’

I hesitated. My thumb hovered over the options.

‘Alpha. Beta. Omega.’

I selected Omega.

My stomach tightened. It was only one more lie. I had already lied at the entrance.

I had lied to the woman at the reception. I had lied to Cole. One more couldn't possibly matter. Could it? I continued.

‘PREVIOUS BDSM EXPERIENCE’

I stared at the question. I had none. I typed it honestly.

‘None.’

Cole glanced at the screen. “You're a beginner?”

“Yes.” I said quickly

“That's not necessarily a problem.”

I looked at him. “What do you mean?”

“Some dominants prefer experienced submissives. Others prefer someone they can introduce to the lifestyle themselves.”

I nodded and continued. The questions became more personal.

‘Why are you interested in submission?’

My fingers stopped moving. I didn't know how to explain it. How could I tell a stranger that I had spent years pretending to be the alpha everyone expected me to be while secretly fantasizing about surrendering to someone stronger than me?

I finally typed: ‘Because I don't want to be in control all the time.’

I stared at the sentence. It wasn't the whole truth, but it was close enough. The next question appeared.

‘What are you hoping to experience?’

I swallowed. My answer came easier this time.

‘Trust, surrender, being able to stop thinking and let someone else take control.’

Cole didn't comment. I appreciated that. The application continued. There were questions about boundaries, privacy, safe words, aftercare and what I was comfortable discussing with a potential dominant.

I answered as honestly as I could. Then I reached the final section.

‘Are you comfortable submitting to more than one dominant?’

I read it twice. There were three men. The image of the three alphas returned to my mind.

I selected: ‘Yes.’

My thumb hovered over the submit button.

For the first time that night, nervousness replaced excitement. This wasn't a fantasy anymore. I was actually doing it. I pressed SUBMIT. The screen changed.

APPLICATION RECEIVED.

I exhaled. “That's it?”

“For now, yes”

“How long will it take?”

“Normally, applications take a day or two.”

My shoulders dropped. “So I have to wait?”

Cole smiled. “Normally, or I could make exceptions.”

I frowned. “What does that mean?”

He looked toward the balcony then back at me.

“The three men you're applying to happen to be here tonight and I could introduce you to them.”

My heart started beating faster. “Really?”

“Yes.”

I glanced toward the balcony. It was empty. “They left.”

“They're still somewhere in the club.”

I sat back. “So what happens now?”

Cole picked up the tablet and examined my application.

His expression changed.

“What?” I asked curiously.

“Nothing.”

“You're making a strange face.”

Cole looked at me again. Then he smiled.

“You're interesting.”

I didn't know whether that was a compliment. “Is that good? I mean the application.”

“I think so.”

He tapped something on the screen. “Give me a few minutes.”

“Where are you going?”

“To show them your application.”

My stomach flipped. “Tonight?”

Cole nodded. “Tonight.”

He walked away with the tablet.

I remained seated, staring at the corridor where he'd disappeared. I had come to Obsidian expecting to leave disappointed because I couldn't afford the membership.

Instead, I had just submitted an application to become the submissive of three dominant alphas.

And now those three men were deciding whether they wanted me. I wasn't sure whether to be nervous or excited. Perhaps both. A few minutes later, I heard footsteps. Cole appeared at the end of the corridor.

But he wasn't alone. My breath hitched.

The three men from the balcony were walking behind him. For the first time that night, they were coming directly toward me.