Page 50 of Indiscreet

Elliott’s eyes flicked over my body and his jaw tightened.

I lifted my chin. “What now?”

He motioned toward the bed. “All the members get specific clothes to put on, and Dane made an outfit selection for you while he was out. It came while you both were in the shower.”

There was a black leather corset top with sheer bottoms and a thong with thigh-highs. Lying next to the outfit was a leather mask that appeared more severe than the other one. It had slits for the eyes, nose, and mouth. The back of it had a string to tie and a lock next to it.

My eyes widened. “I can’t wear that mask.”

“This mask covers your whole face and hides your identity,” Elliott said roughly. “Some of the men are from Seattle. It’s so you won’t be recognized.”

I scrunched up my face but started putting on the ensemble anyway. “How long do we have to stay?”

“I’m not sure,” Elliott answered. “When we leave this room, you’ll be expected to kneel next to Dane or sit down on his lap. You do not make eye contact or speak to anyone. I don’t even want them to hear your voice. Whatever Dane asks you to do, you do without hesitation, understood?”

I hunched my shoulders. I didn’t want to, but I understood I had no choice. “Yes.”

He bent down and helped me with the thigh-highs, smoothing his hand over my leg. “You need to stay calm. Whatever you see, don’t react. Remember, we don’t know everything going on yet. We believe everyone here wants to be.”

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. I’ve got some moves,” I joked, but my voice caught, betraying me.

“You do.” He kissed my forehead. “You blew my mind.”

My face warmed. “Stop teasing me. Seriously, I just need to know what is expected, and if all goes to hell, I’ll kick ass.”

Dane snorted, returning with a dark blue suit. “Elliott may have showed you how to fight, but I don’t want you doing it. I don’t want anything to happen to you,” he said with a critical tone to his voice.

“And neither do I, to either one of you,” Elliott retorted, his jaw clenched. Our eyes met; I didn’t want to come between them, but I was with Elliott. While I didn’t want to hurt anyone, the defense lessons made me feel safer. Dane didn’t raise the issue again, so I continued getting changed. When I was dressed, I braided my hair tight to my scalp, and Dane helped lace the strings of the mask before locking it in place.

“Since Elliott didn’t go over how you’d be expected to behave at this type of mixer,” Dane started, “we’ll need to discuss it now.”

“You can’t stand out or attract attention,” Elliott instructed. “You’ll have to kneel. You tried it earlier, but do it again for us.”

I went down on my knees and placed my hands on my thighs, facing upward, my eyes focusing on the carpet.

“Hmmm,” Dane said. “That’s too provocative.”

“Come on, Dane,” Elliott said. “This is a show-off party and you know it. Spread your thighs wide enough that we can see your pussy.”

“Argh,” I groaned.

“You have on the mask,” Elliott said. “No one but us will know.”

My face burned. I told myself they had already seen me up close so I didn’t need to be modest, but brazenly displaying myself before them was intimidating. The dark looks on both of their faces were enough to let me know I’d done it right.

“I’d say wider,” Elliott teased.

“I’m not a pretzel,” I shot back, and we laughed.

“Come on,” Dane said, trying to suppress his grin. “We have to get the rest right. If you’re on my lap, I’ll open you up, but if you’re on the floor, you lay back with your legs open.”

My mouth dropped open.

“You open your mouth if you’re kneeling between his legs,” Elliott said. “Go on, Gia. Better here than doing it for the first time in there.”

I grimaced but did as I was instructed, adding in an arch to my back with my arms up.

“Fuck. Don’t improvise,” Elliott said, reaching down and adjusting the front of his pants.

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