Page 68 of Body and Soul

I nearly choked on the candy. Trust Gavin not to mince words. “Um, yeah, that’s what I’m asking,” I mumbled, heat flooding my cheeks.

Gavin smirked. “No, Shepherd and I have never been intimate. Our relationship isn’t like that.”

“Oh,” I said, relieved yet oddly disappointed. “I thought, since you spend so much time together and he trained you...”

“I get why you’d think that, but no.” Gavin shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. “We’ve co-dommed a submissive before, but it was strictly professional.”

I nodded, rolling the candy on my tongue. Submitting to Shepherd was hot, but to both of them? I never thought I’d be into group dynamics, but maybe… I pictured them, two powerful doms looming over a quivering submissive. My cock twitched at the thought.

“What was it like?” I asked. “Co-domming with Shepherd?”

Gavin's eyes grew distant. “Intense. Shepherd knows how to get inside a submissive's head, finding their needs before they know them. His control is absolute. I prefer a physical approach—sensory deprivation, impact play, electrostimulation.”

I nearly choked on the candy again. “Electrostimulation? What the hell is that?”

Gavin chuckled at my alarmed expression. “It’s sensation play using electrical currents for arousal. You attach electrodes to erogenous zones and deliver a low-level current. It makes the muscles contract rhythmically—some say it feels like vibrations or a deep massage.”

I squirmed, intrigued yet unnerved. “Doesn’t that hurt?”

“It can if you crank up the intensity too high,” Gavin shrugged. “But done right, it’s an intense, throbbing feeling. The contractions can even force an orgasm. Being able to make a sub cum with the push of a button is my favorite thing.” He flashed a knowing smile. “But don’t worry—electrostim is advanced. No one would use it during a first scene.”

We pulled into the mall parking lot and parked. I stepped from Gavin's car, the muggy heat wrapping around me like a suffocating blanket. Sweat prickled my neck as we crossed toward the looming structure.

Entering the air-conditioned mall, my excitement mounted. Bright colors, shiny surfaces, and tempting displays filled the space. A men's formalwear shop caught my eye, mannequins draped in suits and silk ties reminiscent of Shepherd's style. I instinctively veered toward it.

“Whoa there,” Gavin said, catching my elbow and steering me the other way. “Let's try this place first.”

He pointed at a store with blacked-out windows and REBEL SOUL scrawled in jagged graffiti. Punk rock music spilled out. I hesitated, glancing back at the formalwear shop.

“Shouldn’t I get some nicer clothes to impress Shepherd?”

Gavin gave me a knowing look. “Eli, to impress any dom worth their salt, you need confidence, not expensive suits. Confidence is sexier than anything you wear.”

His words gave me pause. I chewed my lip, considering, then shrugged. “If you say so.”

Gavin flashed a smile and clapped my shoulder. “Trust me on this.”

Entering Rebel Soul, the pounding music washed over me. Racks of ripped jeans, band t-shirts, and studded leather jackets lined the walls. A glass case near the register showcased body jewelry.

Gavin moved purposefully, pulling items at random and draping them over his arm. I trailed behind, running my fingers over soft cotton, smooth leather, and distressed denim.

“Here, start with these.” Gavin shoved a bundle into my arms and pointed to the fitting rooms.

I stepped into the fitting room, locking the door behind me, heart racing. With trembling fingers, I hung up the clothes Gavin picked and began to strip off my faded t-shirt and threadbare jeans.

The first outfit was black skinny jeans artfully shredded at the knees. I wriggled into them, the denim hugging my legs. The rips exposed glimpses of my pale thighs, making me feel deliciously vulnerable. I paired it with a snug black tank top that rode up to reveal my hip bones and colorful ink.

I turned to the mirror and sucked in a breath. I hardly recognized myself. The figure staring back exuded a raw, feral sexiness. Biting my lip ring, I ran my hands over my sides, relishing how the clingy fabric highlighted my torso’s lean lines.

Next, I tried tight black leather pants laced up the sides, offering peeks of skin. The buttery soft leather caressed my legs as I moved, its scent intoxicating.

Shuffling through the remaining clothes, my anticipation grew. A pair of ultra-slim fit charcoal gray pants caught my eye. I slipped into them, the stretchy material clinging to my thighs like paint. As I zipped up, I realized the outline of my cock strained against the fabric. I flushed as I turned to examine myself in the mirror.

The pants sat low on my hips, emphasizing my hipbones and the taut plane of my stomach. Combined with a form-fitting black crop top, the outfit made me look sexy. Desirable. Worthy of Shepherd's attention.

I ran my hands down my sides and over my chest. For the first time, I felt sexy. Confident. Like I could walk into a room and turn heads. A shiver of excitement raced down my spine.

I exited the fitting room, head held high. Gavin looked up from a display of studded belts, his eyes widening appreciatively. “Damn, Eli. You clean up good.”

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