The Triplets Mate Zoe by Cara Adams Page A

looked at Monty, who nodded.
    “Right. Let’s plan everything out properly.” Vallen leaned forward and began listing ideas. Already he was excited at the thought of what tomorrow night might hold for them all.
     
    * * * *
     
    Monty had raced into the shower the moment they’d gotten home from helping at the shelter. Zoe had agreed to their dinner plans, not that they’d mentioned anything about dungeons or sex, and they were picking her up in two hours, so he had a lot to do before then. Besides, they had to take turns and he might as well go first.
    He was ready and waiting by their car when his brothers appeared. He’d known they’d be on time. They were as eager for the evening with Zoe as he was. That was the amazing thing about being triplets. They often felt the same emotions and were driven by the same desires. And they all wanted Zoe. He had a moment’s fear that she mightn’t like what they’d planned for her tonight, and then he shrugged it off. If it appeared she wasn’t happy, they’d change the program then and there. Her happiness was far more important than their plans.
    At the parsonage, Vallen told John-Paul that Lutterworth had a new job but avoided questions about what it was, and Monty escorted Zoe to the car. As soon as they were on their way, Monty said to her, “Are you ready to play a BDSM game?”
    “I’m not going to expose my body in public,” she said firmly.
    “That isn’t the game. You will do as we tell you over dinner, though.”
    She gave him a serious look and then stared at Vallen, who was driving. “I understand that you’re going to test my trust. I do trust you all to choose well. But you also need to understand I’ll use my safe word and stop play if I think obeying you will being dishonor on my parents and the work they do.”
    That seemed fair to Monty, although she should have known they wouldn’t ask that of her. Panthers were pantheistic and didn’t follow her religion, but they didn’t disrespect other peoples’ religions either and would never bring harm to her family.
    Diego was driving and remained silent, but Vallen said firmly, “You need to trust us more than you do now. We agree your father’s work among the homeless and your mother’s work at the women’s shelter is valuable to our town, and we would never endanger their jobs. You need to know we wouldn’t hurt them. For that you’ve earned yourself a spanking in the dungeon tonight.”
    Zoe nodded and looked down. Monty watched her face and body language but knew she accepted what Vallen said and was pleased he thought well of her family’s work. Monty was also certain she wasn’t concerned at the thought of a spanking. It was kind of a win-win situation. They all knew now where they stood, and Zoe was happy to be spanked.
    He couldn’t wait to see how she’d react to their meal together and to the stage show.
    Diego parked the car in the basement parking lot at the BDSM club. Vallen turned Zoe’s head to him and said sternly, “The scene begins now. You may only answer a direct question from one of us. You will not speak to anyone else, at all. Apart from yes or no to one of the three of us, the only word you may use is your safe word. If you use it, we’ll take you straight home. Do you understand and agree?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    Diego led them to a table beside the dance floor, against the wall of the room and underneath the overhanging balcony of the mezzanine floor. Although the position felt very exposed, right where everyone was dancing, in fact someone sitting there was almost invisible. The overhang hid them from above and darkened the area enough so that people and their actions were difficult to distinguish. And the dancers weren’t looking at the people at tables. If they weren’t completely focused on their partner, they were looking at the other dancers.
    Monty thought it was absolutely the best place for their plans. Zoe would feel incredibly visible and vulnerable.