Page 71 of A Broody Mate for the Human

“I want to take a look first,” I tell him. “The BDSM corner?”

“Yes, just around the corner.” He grins.

Raffy caught my last words and whips his head to the side to look at me. His eyes widen, but before he can say anything, I drag him along to said BDSM corner.

Raffy gapes. “That’s a—”

“Fetish clothes store,” I tell him, eyeing him as he curiously looks through the items. At least he is not completely shocked.

Raffy grabs a black sleek button shirt, which I definitely want to see him wear soon.

“This will look great in combination with something more daring,” I tell him.

When he stares at me in disbelief, I feel a bit flustered. “We are not going to a…typical place tonight,” I try to lay it onto him carefully. “There is a party tonight where I can find one of my contacts… it’s a BDSM party. There is a dress code.”

Spelling it out now makes me feel more flustered than usual.

“We have to go there in a fitting attire?” Raffy asks.

“Well…” I stutter. “If you don’t want to go, I can go there alone and—”

“I should let you go there alone?” Raffy asks in disbelief. “No way!”

When Matthew said something like this, it always meant that he didn’t trust me, that he didn’t want me to go anywhere on my own, but coming from Raffy I can clearly hear the concern. “It’s not a dangerous place,” I reassure him.

“I’m still coming,” he emphasizes. “I’m your bodyguard.” He turns around to look at the clothing items. “You choose,” he grumbles. “I have no idea what to wear.”

I can’t believe he is on board for this! My eyes widen at the prospect of not having to go there on my own and of having Raffy with me. I eagerly go to work to find a fitting attire for him. I let him keep the black silk shirt, for one, because he chose it himself and he seems to like it, and for another, because it fits the theme. Additionally, I have him try on a few leather pants until we find one that fits like a second skin, accentuating his strong thighs without being too tight. Then I go for a bunch of accessories for him, this time asking the shop clerk for help. The accessories are mostly for show… a beautiful silk tie, a bracelet with rivets, a leather belt… It can’t all be for show though, so lastly I make sure he gets to carry around a handy horse whip.

Once Raffy is set up with his outfit, I choose one for myself. The pants are easy to find. I go for tight and black, making sure to go for a more subtle material. I hate shiny latex. The top proves to be more difficult.

The shop clerk shows me a variety of see-through mesh tops until Raffy points at a harness. “What’s that?” he asks.

The shop clerk looks at me with wide eyes. “Your Dom has good taste,” he whispers, unbeknownst to him Raffy can hear everything thanks to his sharp wolf senses.

When the shop clerk shuffles away to get a few harnesses for me to try on, Raffy looks at me curiously. “What did he just mean?”

My cheeks flush red in embarrassment. “Nothing,” I stutter, relieved that the young man joins us again with a few harnesses. I try them on, skeptical at first because I’ve never worn anything like them, but to my surprise, they don’t look too bad.

“What do you think?” I ask Raffy.

His eyes darken momentarily, and he grumbles something I can’t quite grasp.

The shop clerk giggles. “He likes it,” he whispers. “You should get it.”

Before I can answer, Raffy hands me a collar, making the other guy squeal slightly and wink at me before he leaves to get more samples. Raffy looks after him, confused. “This comes as a set with the harness,” he muses. “Thought you want to have it too.”

He is either clueless or a complete natural… or worse, both! “You want me to wear this?” I ask curiously.

He blinks. “Wait, that’s for you to wear? I thought this would be for Sugar.”

I don’t know how to react. My emotions are a whirlwind. First, I’m so touched he thinks of Sugar although he is still wary about him, then I’m amused by his naivety, however…the way he looks at me now, his eyes glued to my neck, while he shifts his gaze from the collar to my neck and back, has me swooning. “I’ll take it,” I say like it’s not a big deal.

Raffy’s eyes light up, and he nods.

To be honest, I have truly no idea what I’ve just gotten myself into, I realize. Despite my previous bravado, I’m not constantly frequenting these shops… and I’ve never been to a BDSM party. But what do they say? Fake it till you make it.

Once Raffy and I are finished with putting together our outfits, Raffy looks like the super-Dom, while I look like his cute twink boyfriend with just the right amount of sass.