The Wolves Catch Their Attorney(13)

Instead, what he said was, “Should I wear jeans or dress pants?”

“Either would do, but I’d dress up rather than dressing down.”

“Dress pants it is.”

Cam liked the idea of going to a secret destination. It made the evening more special and raised an extra layer of anticipation. Not that he wasn’t excited at spending time with Sierra again. He most definitely was. It made him imagine all kinds of scenarios. Cam knew that’s what Fergus, a Dom through and through, wanted him and Sierra to be doing. Using their own imaginations to heighten the excitement of the forthcoming evening.

He also wondered if Fergus had made plans for if Sierra would spend time with them afterward. He so wanted to fuck her. She was bright and smart and lovely and he ached to hold her in his arms, to kiss her, and to do so much more to her than that. Surely Fergus would have a plan B. He was a true Dom. He had to have any number of backup plans. Likely he had plans C, D, and E as well.

That evening Cam drove to Fergus’s apartment and left his car in a visitor’s parking space with the little cardboard pass Fergus had given him clearly displayed. “Each apartment is only permitted one visitor per day so don’t lose it. I can’t get another one,” Fergus had said.

Cam locked his car and headed into the building, waiting outside the tiny coffee shop as instructed. Fergus arrived almost immediately and they walked together to Fergus’s parking space.

It’d taken Cam twenty minutes to get to Fergus’s apartment, but it was only another ten to Sierra’s. As promised, she was already standing at the security desk when they arrived and she immediately walked toward them, waving good-bye to the guards.

As soon as they got to Fergus’s car he said, “Close your eyes.”

Cam blinked at Sierra, but did as he was told. Immediately his eyes were blindfolded and his wrists held together in strong hands as handcuffs locked them in front of him.

“I hope you’re going to buckle my seat belt for me,” he joked.

“I’ll do that. Climb in now.”

It was surprising how helpless he felt without being able to see or use his hands properly. He stuck his elbow out and balanced it against the open car door as he stepped up and into Fergus’s car, but when he sat down into the seat, he landed harder than he’d expected. It was lower down than he’d estimated. Still he’d landed properly on the seat, not on the park brake or something uncomfortable, so it was all good. He felt the seat belt go around him and heard the click as it was locked.

Then his door shut, and a moment later the door to the backseat opened. “Now you, Sierra,” Fergus said.

Cam listened hard, wondering if she’d object to being handcuffed, but he heard only the sound of her body sliding onto the backseat. Perhaps Fergus hadn’t handcuffed her or blindfolded her? But no, Fergus would treat them equally. If their destination was to be a surprise for him, it would be meant as a surprise for Sierra, too.

Well, that was interesting. He hadn’t expected Fergus to turn into a Dom quite so fast or so publically—a fascinating development indeed.

Cam sat silently and paid close attention as they drove. They stopped a lot, but only for short periods of time, so he took that as a sign they were still in town and stopping at red traffic lights. They also made a lot of turns, so either Fergus was deliberately trying to confuse them, or they were winding their way across town on secondary roads instead of using the highway.

When they drove into an echoing area Cam knew they’d arrived. This had to be the basement parking lot of their destination. He breathed deeply through his nose, trying to get a hint of where they were, but all he smelled was vehicle emissions and burned rubber from tires, which didn’t help him at all.

“Sierra, where are we?” asked Fergus.

Cam turned slightly in his seat to face her, even though he couldn’t see her.

“We’re still in town, and you took an indirect route, so likely not more than ten minutes from my apartment. My guess would be we’re on the south side of the entertainment district,” Sierra replied.

“Cam, what do you think?”

“Sierra has worked out a lot more than me. I picked the whole ‘going around way too many corners’ thing, but apart from the fact that the stopping and starting indicates traffic lights, so we’re still in town, I had no idea. What Sierra says sounds good to me.”

Fergus reached across and undid the handcuffs, saying, “You can take the blindfold off while I remove Sierra’s handcuffs.”

Cam pulled it off, dropping it onto the dashboard of the car, and looked around. However, that told him nothing. Yes, he was in a basement parking lot, and judging by the fact the supporting pillars were painted green, it was a large lot with many levels. The color would be to help patrons find their vehicles as they left. But apart from that, he still didn’t know where he was.