Stepping closer, I took each of her nipples into my mouth, teasing and sucking. Watching for her reactions, I dragged my teeth across her left one.
“Ah!” Eli snapped her head up.
“What color are you at, babygirl?”
“Yellow. Spanking aside, I don’t love pressure on most areas of my body,” she explained.
“Thank you for telling me your preferences. Do you have any limits we should know about?”
She glanced at King, admiring him for a moment before sweeping her gaze back to me.
“It’s been such a long time. The limits I might have in a club setting aren’t the same for personal relationships. Does that make sense?”
“Yes, it does. Since we haven’t played together or touched each other intimately, will you promise to use your colors like you just did? Neither one of us will get upset. It’s all about finding pleasure and not doing anything outside of your comfort zone. Well, sometimes I enjoy straddling the line, but I won’t attempt it until we know each other better.” I brushed her hair away from her face and off her shoulders.
“Yes, Sir.”
Fuck. Her tongue darted out of her mouth as she spoke the title, making me want to suck on her lips. “Good girl. Go sit on the bed.”
She nodded and moved to the edge of the mattress, sitting down and swinging her feet. Kingston undressed me with practiced ease until I stood naked in front of him.
“Join Eloise.”
Something close to defiance must have shone in my eyes, because King grabbed the middle of my ear before I could even protest.
“I’m going, Sir.”
“Walk.”
He led me to the bed, keeping his fingers on the shell of my ear until I lowered myself to the mattress.
“Do you want music?” Though the question was genuine, given my sarcastic comments and bratty behavior, King might read into the meaning. Like I was poking fun at his previous occupation as a stripper.
“Why did you ask for music?”
“To set the mood, the pace and beat to find your rhythm. I’m out of my element, Sir. I’m not attempting to push back.”
King’s eyes softened as he stared, processing the answer. “The next time you challenge me, whether or not you intend to? I’m going to make you wear that thick silver plug next to you from now until I leave tomorrow. Am I understood?”
“Yes, Sir. I amnotattempting to battle right now.”
Eloise moved so her head landed on my thigh. She rubbed my chest and stomach, offering comfort without saying a word. Sighing, I tangled my fingers in her long, blond tresses. Kingston pressed a kiss to her forehead and then mine.
“Communication, communication, communication.” King clapped his hands. “I’m going to make the two of you spell it for me a hundred times. If you’re struggling with something? Talk to me. If you are overthinking, overworked, over anything and I’m not around? Message me. I’m a lot of things but I’m not a mind reader.”
“I can’t speak for Reed, obviously, but what you were saying about being trapped in my head is so true,” Eli whispered. “It’s hard for me to open up and speak freely. I trust both of you, something that will also deepen as we spend more time together, but I’m nervous too.”
“All right. We are going to play a game. For each question you answer, I remove a piece of clothing.” Kingston smirked, the dimple in his chin more prominent.
“And if we refuse to answer, Sir?” I had to know.
Eloise nudged me with her elbow.
“You can play our game from your knees. Get down on the floor.” King pointed at the foot of the bed.
I knew better. He knew I knew better. Maybe I needed stricter rules or more attention? This wasn’t me. I never ever acted in such a fashion, not with other partners, and certainlynot with any other Dominant in my life. Quickly moving to the space he’d directed me to, I took an extremely submissive pose with my hands on my knees. Immediately I felt more grounded and my body relaxed into the soft rug underneath me.
“I’m spiraling, Sir. Every time you tell me to do something, I get so fucking caught up in my head. I know I’m testing your patience. I’m ruining the scene we had planned for Eli.”
