“I wouldn’t want to.”
“You’ll trust us to take care of you during and after a scene,” I say.
“I do.”
“Whenever we arrange to play, you’ll arrive cleansed and prepared,” Cal says, his voice a low growl that resonates through me.
Whenever. It does look like Cal wants more than tonight. What I’m not sure about is whether ‘more’ involves me or not.
“I will.” Blake licks his lips. “I mean, I have.”
“We might both choose to give you pet names during scenes,” Cal says. “You will respond to them, and you will use our chosen names or honorifics as well.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Cal looks at me. “I think that’s all for now.”
“Yes. If we decide to keep playing, we’ll need to have another discussion to see if we’re extending any of these rules outside of play sessions.”
“Ifwe make this a regular thing, wewillhave rules for you to follow, even when you’re not with us.”
Blake shivers and nods.
We. Maybe Cal’s vision of ‘more’ does include me after all despite the weirdness between us. My stomach flutters pleasantly at the thought. Then again, now we’re both in our Dominant headspaces, that awkwardness seems to have fallen away.
“Now all that’s settled, let’s play,” Cal says.
“What are we going to do?” Blake asks.
“We’re going to tie you up,” I say, picking up a hank of rope. “And take it in fucking you.”
I watch him carefully, but he doesn’t show any sign of distress or fear. He licks his lips and shifts his weight from foot to foot in an excited, endearing way. Then he stills, folds his arms, and tilts his head, a thoughtful expression creasing his brow.
“Is something wrong?” Cal asks.
“No… I was just wondering why you need to take it in turns.”
I laugh. “I would’ve thought that was obvious.”
Blake’s eyes sparkle, and his lips spread into a grin. “You could spit-roast me?”
My mouth drops open.
“You know what that means, don’t you, Daddy?”
“Yes, cheeky boy. I just…” I run a hand through my hair. “Isn’t that a bit intense when you barely know us?”
“You’ve tied me up—twice—and you’ve made me come. I think that makes us pretty intimate.” Blake’s gaze shifts between us both. “I trust you both. I know you won’t hurt me.”
“Last night, you said you’d never been with two men before,” I remind him. “So I presume you’ve never been spit-roasted before?”
Blake shakes his head. “I’ve seen it in porn, though. It looks hot.”
“That’s about the height of my experience with it too,” Cal says.
“And mine,” I admit. “And porn stars aren’t normally tied up when they’re being screwed from both ends.”
Blake dips his chin.
