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She glanced at Dayne again. “Will your family care?”

His mouth hung open for a few seconds before snapping shut. “Not at all.”

“They’re probably used to it, right?” Heath asked.

Dayne simply shrugged.

Did he not want to admit that his wing in the family residence saw a lot of action? It wouldn’t surprise Cara because, over the last week, he mentioned several times that the resort was his personal playground. That meant he took advantage of everything it had to offer.

“I don’t want to masturbate here. I can do that at home when I’m by myself. I want to make our last night together memorable. I have no idea what sensation play involves but I’m game, too.”

Heath dropped his hand and took a step back. “I like the sound of that.”

Dayne slid his arm from her waist up to her shoulders, giving them a squeeze. “Me, too. And I agree that we should make the most of our last night together. Let’s go.”

Dayne madeher wait outside of his bedroom while he and Heath prepared a few things first.

While they did that, she heard Heath say, “The fridge in my cabin is bigger. Is that all you have? No kitchenette or anything?”

Cara was also surprised to see only a microwave and mini-fridge tucked in a corner of the large, open living space.

“My siblings and I share a common kitchen in the main house.”

His wing of the house was really nice and spacious, but she could definitely tell a bachelor lived in it. The furniture was quality, but basic, and the decor sparse. However, the sepia-colored framed photos decorating the walls were stunning. She assumed most, if not all, were taken in the area oron the property since they included artistic shots of the surrounding mountains as well as livestock.

One photo depicting a cow acting spunky and playfully kicking up her hoofs caught her attention. During their tour, Dayne had explained that this property used to be a dairy farm, so she could only imagine this was one from his father’s former herd.

Whoever the photographer had been, they had a very good eye.

When the bedroom door opened, Dayne peeked his head out and crooked a finger at her.

Once she stepped into his bedroom, Cara took it all in. Soft music filled her ears, the vanilla scent from a burning candle filled her nostrils, and the lights were dimmed low. “This almost feels like a spa.”

One wall in his expansive bedroom was lined with what appeared to be built-in cabinets or closets. His oversized bed frame had heavy-duty posts in each corner. Screwed into those wood posts, and in plain view, were eyebolts that appeared utilitarian and not decorative. In the center of the large room, where the ceiling was reinforced, several more eyebolts could be seen.

She’d been wrong. His bedroom was nothing like a spa and more like a torture chamber. Or more like a pleasure chamber, since Dayne didn’t seem to be a sadist.

Dayne stopped in front of an open cabinet and swept his arm toward it. “These are only some of my toys.” The pride for his extensive collection was palpable. He pulled out a black, silky blindfold and held it up. “We’ll blindfold you. Not knowing what comes next will enhance your sensory experience. However, depending on what we use, we might warn you about some items first.”

She hoped so, because the thought of being blindfoldedmade her already pounding heart tumble in her chest. The unknown was both exciting and terrifying at the same time. But then, most of the new things she tried this week had been that way. Both Dayne and Heath seemed to have a knack for knowing what her limits might be, even when she didn’t, and made her feel at ease.

“By losing your sense of sight, your other senses—taste, touch, smell, and hearing—will be enhanced,” Dayne explained, like she didn’t know those facts already.

Even so, it was nice that both Heath and Dayne made sure she always knew what was going on. For the most part, anyway.

Heath gave her a wink and a sexy grin. “All senses except your sight will be in play.”

“If anything we do gets to be too much, don’t hesitate to use the safe word we gave you. Say it and we’ll stop immediately.”

A couple days in, they discussed safe words and why they were necessary for more extreme play. Not once had she had to use it so far.

Her breath rushed from her. Did they think they might push her to the point she’d need it tonight? Of possibly having to tell them to stop what they were doing with a ridiculous, random word likecabbage?

At first, she couldn’t even repeat it without giggling.

Dayne handed the blindfold to Heath, then pulled out two brown leather cuffs with some sort of wool lining.

Holy crap, they planned to restrain her. She had wanted tonight to be memorable, but…