“They’re the same ones I used last night during the shibari session.”
We both stare at him, making it clear we want him to say them out loud.
“Green if I’m okay, yellow if I need you to slow down, and red if I need you to stop,” he says.
“Do you trust us to take care of you tonight?” I ask.
“Yes.”
I kiss his neck, and Cal does the same.
“Then we’re going to take you next door,” I say.
Blake whimpers.
“We’re going to tie you to a whipping post,” Cal says.
Blake moans.
“We’re going to blindfold you,” I whisper. “We’re going to touch you all over, and we’re going to use our hands to spank your arse.”
“I’m going to come just thinking about it,” Blake protests.
“No, you’re not,” Cal snaps. “Your orgasms belong to us, Blake. You won’t come unless we give you permission. Do you understand?”
Blake’s breathing becomes shallow, and his pupils shrink. He stares at Cal and then me. “Yes, I understand.” He puts a hand on each of our chests. “What do you want me to call you tonight?”
“Daddy,” I reply.
“Sir,” Cal says.
“I’m yours, Daddy,” Blake says, staring into my eyes. He looks at Cal. “And yours, Sir. Can we play now?”
7
Blake
I fantasied about having both Calvin and Gabe, but I didn’t believe for a second it would happen. I’m dazed and resisting the urge to pinch myself as they stand.
“Pick your clothes up,” Calvin orders.
I do it immediately, hugging my shirt and jeans to my chest with one hand as I pick up my boots with the other. He jerks his head towards the door, and I follow him out of the room. Gabe walks behind me. We go to the toilets first so I can put my things in one of the lockers.
I see Corey as we leave the toilets. He’s sitting on a sofa, talking to a couple of guys. Their wristbands have three loops on them, like mine, but Corey’s still only has the one to show he’s a sub. I catch his eye, and he turns and smiles at me. I raise my eyebrows. He knows me well enough to understand I’m asking if he’s okay. He’s also seen me in nothing but my underwear enough times not to be embarrassed by seeing me in a state of undress. Corey nods and gestures vaguely towards the other rooms. He widens his eyes and gives me an encouraging smile. It means he wants me to have fun without worrying about him.
“Do you want to go to him?” Gabe asks.
“No, Corey’s okay.”
“You’re sure?”
Corey’s smile widens.
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
“Then let’s play,” Calvin says.
They take me to the play-only room. It’s got a completely different vibe to ones I’ve already been in. The lights are lower, and no one’s chatting. The only talk is Doms and subs communicating with each other. Mostly, the air is filled with moans, groans, and slapping sounds. I stop short as I see Hamish knelt beside Archie. My brother is spread-eagled on a bondage board, his wrists and ankles chained to it. There’s a black blindfold around his eyes, and Hamish is trailing a spiked wheel over his skin.
