“You okay, lemondrop?” Reed cupped my face.
“Kingston made me touch myself in the car… until I had an orgasm. I only had a few minutes, so it was a rush.”
His eyes lit up and he glanced over my head, winking at King before looking back at me.
“At least he allowed you to have an orgasm.”
“Is that a privilege you didn’t get today?”
“I was given multiple releases today, Eli, but edging and orgasm denial are definitely in King’s wheelhouse. As long as they aren’t limits, it can be interesting to say the least.”
“Do you have wine? I feel like I need lots of alcohol for this conversation.”
Kingston rubbed his hand along my back urging me further into the house. “One glass of wine or a beer. We need clear heads to explore each other, and it will be much more fun that way.”
“I can drink as much as I want,” I said, frowning.
“Sure you can. But then we won’t be doing anything that resembles a scene. I want you sober for the things I’m going to do to you.”
I didn’t think I could get any more aroused from King but that statement had me squirming in place. “Alcohol restriction is not a rule.”
“Have you forgotten my rules already, babygirl? I’m happy to repeat them slowly so you can write each one down twenty-five times.”
Reed let out a long whistle. “Oh, sweetheart. You really should watch the way you’re speaking.”
I said nothing, thinking about how I wanted this to go and why I was battling. Nerves. It all came down to nerves.
Kingston cocked his head to the side, our bags in each of his hands, clearly waiting for me to answer.
“I remember them, Sir.”
“Good. Behave yourselves until I get back,” he said a clear warning in his voice before turning up the hallway.
Eleven
Reed
Kingston strode through my house like he owned the place, leaving Eloise and me standing in my kitchen. She looked up at me and giggled.
“What happens if we don’t behave? Will he punish both of us?”
“Careful, babygirl. You don’t know him as well as I do. I’m admittedly surprised that you have that question after he stuck us both in the corner. Yes, he’ll punish both of us, but I’ll get it worse because I’m supposed to be encouraging you to follow the rules, not break them.”
“Huh. I never thought about that. So, if I break the rules in front of you it’s like breaking them twice?”
“No, lemondrop. I’m following King’s rules. That’s the dynamic I have with him. You’re following his rules as well, but we are both holding you accountable. If I allow you to act up instead of handling it, or break the rules myself, I’m going to be punished. I’m holding myself to a slightly different standard. Not that I’m better than you, it’s just different.”
“If we break them together, King would likely be less forgiving of the punishment because of our dynamic. Right?”
“Sort of. But you don’t have to worry about it right now. We’re figuring out the balance.”
“Are you upset that I had sex with King?”
“No. Did he tell you that we also had sex?”
“No.” She swallowed hard. “I don’t understand all the nuances but I’m not jealous. Not about you and Kingston. Are you two more amped than usual or is this pace typical for you?”
She was utterly irresistible talking about most topics but bringing up sex and intimacy increased her appeal.
