Page 53 of Echoes of Desire

“Oh,” she says quietly. “Have you guys used it often?”

Steel glances over at me with a smirk.

“No, Pet,” he says as he opens the bedroom door. “We’ve never brought anyone to our home before. This room was only ever for our special person.”

“What if it turns out that I’m not your special person?” she asks sincerely. “Then your actual person will be hurt that you used this room with someone else.”

“That’s not going to be an issue,” I assure her as I shut the door beside our room.

“What was in there?” she asks curiously.

“That’s Knox’s room, sweetheart,” I smile. “Before he met Taylor, we were his caregivers when he was in Little Space. Hedoesn’t feel safe in many places without Taylor around, but he does when he’s here. So, we keep his room just how he likes it.”

She smiles warmly. “Good. I like Knox. Big and Little. Holy cow, that’s a big bed.”

Laughing, I guide her to the bed and help her up onto it. “It has to be to hold me and Steel. We wanted plenty of room for us and our person. I sure hope you like to be cuddled because we’re going to cuddle you until you pop.”

Steel knees in front of Raven and removes her shoes.

“You know, for a Dom, you sure do kneel before me a lot,” she teases.

Raven’s teasing smile tugs at something inside me, but I can’t help the chuckle that escapes. The way she looks at Steel, all playful but with an edge of curiosity, is enough to make my chest tighten with something I can’t name.

Steel meets her gaze without missing a beat. “I kneel because I respect you, Pet,” he says, his voice soft but firm, like a promise hanging in the air. “And because I enjoy seeing you smile.”

Her cheeks flush slightly, but she doesn’t look away. Instead, she crosses her arms over her chest, trying to seem nonchalant, but I can see the subtle shift in her posture. She’s not sure how to react to his words. She seems intrigued and unsure but still open to what we’re offering.

“That’s sweet,” she says, her voice lower now, tinged with something I can’t quite put my finger on. “But I still think you’re both a little strange.”

Steel smirks, standing and pulling her shoes off completely. “You’ll get used to it,” he says, his hands lingering on her ankles for a moment longer than necessary. His touch is gentle, the careful way he handles her betraying the depth of his affection.

“I’m confused about something,” she says. “What kind of Dom’s are you? I know Taylor is a Daddy Dom and some of theother Dom’s at the club don’t seem to be interested in age play. But you two are all over the place. It’s giving me whiplash.”

“We’re versatile Dom’s,” I explain as I remove my own shoes and toss them aside carelessly. “We don’t fit into a single category.”

Raven tilts her head, studying Steel for a long moment before her gaze shifts to me. “So, you can be both dominant and soft? That doesn’t really seem to fit together.”

“Sometimes, the most dominant men are the ones who understand when to be soft,” I say, my voice steady. “It’s about trust. And control. But also understanding when to let go.”

“So, you’ll let me take control?” she asks.

“Not in the way you’re thinking, Pet,” Steel growls. “We will always be in control of your pleasure. Of your safety. Your happiness. However, what I don’t think you’ve fully grasped is that you’re the one in control of us.”

Raven blinks, her brow furrowing in confusion. “Me? In control of you two?” she repeats, her voice laced with disbelief.

Steel’s gaze never wavers, the intensity in his eyes both captivating and intimidating. “Yes, Pet. You have the power to shape how this dynamic works. Our control is about creating an environment where you feel safe and free to explore. The moment you decide you want something, we’ll adjust. Your needs, your desires, they matter here.”

I step closer to her, my voice calm but firm. “The beauty of what we’re offering you, Raven, is that it’s not about domination for the sake of control. It’s about partnership. We both want you to thrive, to feel empowered, even in submission. That’s the balance we’re seeking with you.”

“Now, strip while I turn on some music,” Steel orders.

“Music?” she asks. I smirk, knowing Steel’s thoughts. Fucking genus.

“Yes, Pet. My brother and I are going to sit back and relax on that big bed while you give us another dance. Naked.”

“Oh, my.”

“You heard the man, sweetheart,” I smile gleefully as I run and jump into the bed, landing on my back. “Strip and dance.”

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