Page 16 of Echoes of Desire
“The Little’s room?” she asks. “As in the BDSM type of age play?”
“You interested, Pet?” I ask.
Blaze and I are versatile Dom’s. If my Pet wanted to regress, then we would happily help her do so.
“Oh, no,” she smiles. “But my best friend is. We once tried to see if I had the tendencies for age play, but I could never fully embrace that side of me. He’s the only reason why I know aboutthis place. He’s a Little. And I would neverkink shamehim for it.”
“Is your friend a member here?” Blaze asks, still holding the door.
“He tried to join about five years ago, but he wasn’t able to,” she explains. “There’s a rule in place here that all Littles had to be accompanied by their Bigs. Ezzie says that he’s too much of a Brat for any Daddy Dom to want to deal with.”
Images of Knox being beaten and nearly molested pop into my head, and from the look in my brother’s eyes, he’s thinking the same thing.
Because of that damn rule, we nearly lost him. He needed a place to be himself, and we wouldn’t allow him to enter our club because we wanted to protect him.
At the time, the rule seemed logical. Little’s need to be protected at all times. It worked for years, but now I’m wondering how many Little’s got hurt looking for a place to be themselves because we turned them away.
“Come inside, Raven,” Blaze says. “We want to talk to you about something.”
“Alright, but if you get fired, then don’t blame me.”
“We’ll be fine,” Blaze laughs.
Holding the strap of her purse as if it were the only thing grounding her, she hesitantly steps through the door. Blaze gently guides her through the foyer and down the hall toward our office.
“Have a seat on the couch,” I order as we enter the room. “Would you like a water?”
“Oh, uhm. Sure,” she says softly.
“I’m going to put your ice cream and juice away until you leave,” Blaze tells her. “I’ll grab the water.”
“You guys aren’t like…serial killers, are you?” she asks. “Because I’m the perfect target for criminals. I would never be able to identify your faces.”
“Do you say that to many people?” I ask, suddenly very worried for her well-being.
“Not really,” she laughs uncomfortably. “I’m just nervous.”
“You have to be careful who you throw those words to, Pet,” I scold. “Especially to people who know about your face blindness. There are people out there who would take advantage of that.”
“What Steel is trying to say,” Blaze says, his tone much softer than my own. “Is that you have to be careful who you trust.”
Her eyes dart between the two of us before accepting the bottle of water Blaze offers. “You two don’t really seem like the type of guys one like me should trust.”
Removing the lid, she takes a sip of water.
“And yet…” I leave the words hanging as I take a seat at my desk. Blaze has a desk of his own at the other end of the room, but he usually lounges on the furniture in the middle.
“You wanted to talk to me about something?” Raven asks as Blaze flops down on the lounge chair close to her.
“The man following you yesterday evening was Clint Ashworth,” Blaze informs her. “He was going to snatch your purse. He won’t be bothering you anymore. But I’d rather you not walk alone that late in the day.”
“Oh, uhm, thanks? How do you know?”
“We had him followed,” I say truthfully. “Our bodyguard discovered his true intentions, and the man was thoroughly warned to never show his face again.”
“Steel,” Blaze sighs.
“You guys do this a lot, huh?” Raven smiles.