Obsidian(3)

My breath caught and I found myself breathing faster. The three men from the balcony were walking behind Cole. They looked even more intimidating up close.

The first man was the tallest of the three, with broad shoulders and an easy smile that made him seem less intimidating than he actually was. His dark shirt was rolled to his elbows, revealing muscular forearms.

The second looked completely different. His clothes were immaculate, his hair perfectly styled, and there was something polished about the way he carried himself. He looked like the kind of man who belonged in an expensive office rather than a BDSM dungeon.

The third man walked slightly behind them.

He was shorter. His dark eyes settled on me, studying me for a moment before he looked away. For some reason, that brief glance left me more conscious of myself than the obvious attention from the other two. Cole stopped in front of me.

“Liam, meet Nate, Eric and Jayden.”

The three men looked at me. Nate smiled first. “So this is the omega?”

I swallowed. “Yes.”

His eyes moved over me, not in a subtle way.

“You're bigger than I expected.”

Heat rushed to my face. “I get that a lot.”

Eric chuckled softly. “Your application mentioned that you're twenty-two.”

“Yes.”

“And you've never submitted before?”

“No.”

Nate exchanged a glance with Eric before looking back at me. “Cole told us about your application.”

I nodded. “You also caught our attention earlier.”

My heart jumped. “Earlier?”

“When you were looking at us.”

I looked away immediately. “I wasn't—”

Nate laughed softly. “You don't have to be embarrassed.”

I rubbed the back of my neck. “Sorry.”

“Don't apologize,” Eric said. “We noticed you too.”

That made my face grow even warmer.

Eric picked up the tablet Cole had brought.

“Your size was the first thing that caught our attention.”

I looked at him. “Because I'm tall?”

“Because you're unusually large for an omega.”

I forced a smile. I'd heard that before.

But hearing it from him made something inside me tighten. Jayden remained quiet, his attention returning to the application in Eric's hands. Nate pulled out a chair and sat opposite me.

“Let's talk about why you're here.”

I nodded. And suddenly, sitting across from three men who could potentially become my masters felt much more real than anything I'd imagined on the drive to Obsidian. Eric glanced through my application.

“You said you've never submitted before.”

“Yes.”

“Why start now?”

I hesitated. It was because I'd wanted this for years. Because I was tired of pretending that I wanted to be the person everyone expected me to be. Because every fantasy I'd ever had involved giving up control instead of taking it. I couldn't tell them any of that.

“Because I've always been curious about it.”

Nate smiled. “Curious?”

“More than curious.”

His smile widened. “That's what I thought.”

Eric continued reading. “You wrote that you want to surrender control.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

I looked down at my hands. “Because I don't want to be in control all the time.”

The room became quiet. It wasn't the complete truth, but it was close enough.

Jayden finally spoke. “What do you think submission means?”

His voice was calm. I looked at him.

“I think it means trusting someone enough to let them take control.”

Nate leaned back in his chair. “Have you ever been in a relationship with a dominant?”

“No.”

“Anyone you've experimented with?”

I shook my head. “Nothing.”

“So you're completely new.”

“Yes.”

Nate glanced at Eric. Eric gave a thoughtful nod. “That isn't necessarily a problem.”

“Some dominants prefer experienced submissives,” Nate explained. “But we don't.”

I looked at him curiously. “Why?”

Nate smiled. “Because experience isn't the same thing as compatibility.”

Eric placed the tablet on the table.

“We're interested in whether you can trust us, whether you understand your own limits, and whether this is something you genuinely want.”

I nodded. “I do.”

Jayden's gaze remained on me. “Are you sure?”

I nodded again. “Yes.”

He didn't question me further.

Eric turned the tablet toward me. “Then let's discuss the arrangement.”

I looked at the screen. At the top was a heading: OBSIDIAN DYNAMIC AGREEMENT

My heartbeat quickened.

Eric began explaining the agreement.

“The first section is consent.”

I read through it. It stated that I was agreeing voluntarily to the arrangement and could withdraw consent at any time.

The next section covered communication. There were two safe words. Yellow meant slow down or stop temporarily so we could check in. Red meant stop immediately.

There was also a nonverbal signal in case I couldn't speak.

I nodded. “That makes sense.”

“You'll also have hard limits,” Eric continued. “Things you will not agree to under any circumstances.”

I selected the appropriate options.

“Then you'll have things you're uncertain about,” Nate added. “Those aren't automatic yeses. They're things we discuss before attempting.”

I nodded. The contract also included privacy. No photographs, no recordings, no sharing personal information. Nothing that happened inside the arrangement would be exposed to anyone outside it.

That part made me feel relieved. Then I reached the section about aftercare.

Eric explained it carefully.

“After an intense scene, we check on you. We make sure you're physically and emotionally comfortable. We don't simply leave you alone afterward.”

I looked at him. “You actually do that?”

His eyebrows lifted slightly. “Of course.”

I glanced at Nate. “Is that normal here?”

“Anyone who doesn't care about their submissive's wellbeing shouldn't be trusted with one.”

I looked down at the agreement again.

For some reason, that sentence made the entire thing feel more serious. This wasn't just three men looking for someone to satisfy their desires. They had rules. They had standards and responsibilities.

I continued reading. Then I reached the section concerning the three of them.

I looked up.

“You share your submissives?”

“Yes,” Nate answered.

“All three of you?”

“All three.”

“And you're all comfortable with that?”

Nate laughed. “We've been doing this together for years.”

Eric nodded. “It works because we communicate with each other.”

The contract continued. There were rules about communication outside the club.

They could contact me. We could meet outside Obsidian if we agreed. The arrangement would remain private.

And there would be regular check-ins to make sure everyone was still comfortable.

I reached the final page. Then I stopped.

I looked at the three men. I had walked into Obsidian that night expecting nothing more than a few hours of fantasy. Now three men were offering me an arrangement. I wasn't sure whether I was ready, but I knew I wanted to find out.

“Do I have to sign this tonight?”

“No,” Eric said immediately.

Nate leaned against the table. “If you're uncertain, don't sign.”

Jayden nodded. “You can walk away.”

I stared at them. “You won't be angry?”

“No.”

“Even after you selected me?”

Nate shook his head. “Your consent matters more than whether we want you.”

That answer caught me off guard.

I had expected dominant men to be demanding. Instead, these three were giving me an opportunity to choose them.

I picked up the stylus.

“I want this.”

Nate smiled. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

I signed my name. For a moment, nobody spoke. Eric took the tablet and reviewed the signature. “Welcome to the arrangement.”

My stomach fluttered. Nate stood and walked toward me. He stopped a few steps away.

“There's one thing left.”

I looked up at him. “What is that?”

“You've been calling us by our names all evening.”

My cheeks warmed. “What should I call you?”

Nate glanced at Eric and Jayden.

Then he looked back at me with a knowing smile. “That's something you'll learn.”

My heart began beating faster.

Cole had disappeared somewhere behind us, leaving the four of us alone. I looked at the three men again. They had been strangers when I entered Obsidian. Now I've signed an agreement with them, and none of them knew the truth about me.

They believed I was an omega. They had chosen me because of my size, my application, and whatever else they had seen in me. If they ever discovered what I really was, I had no idea what would happen. But for tonight, I pushed the thought away. I had come to Obsidian because I wanted to surrender. And for the first time in my life, I was finally going to find out what that felt like.