“One rule.” He cleared his throat, waiting for our full attention. “Stick to the trail. I don’t want to have to call the Denver National Guard to find you. Those woods are thicker than they look. Seven acres isn’t a jungle or the wilderness by any means, but you could get turned around pretty easily.”
“I’ll stay on the path,” Eli promised.
“I’ll do the same,” I agreed. We had spoken at length about how we wanted our chase and capture scene to go. Primal light was the nickname Kingston gave it, and I was excited, though a bit nervous myself. I wanted to give Eloise the perfect scene, covering everything she’d wanted to experience.
“If you change your mind at any point, what do you do?”
Eloise frowned as if thinking. “I can say red, use my safeword or hold out two fingers on either hand. If I can’t do that for some reason, I can nip one of you, though not hard.”
“Very good.”
“I’m still worried about hitting subspace.”
Kingston cupped her face, his hands on either side. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course.”
“Did I take care of you after our intense scene?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Which part is bothering you, princess? The way I checked your vitals last time?”
“Oh, no. It’s not that.”
I listened patiently to the two of them talk back and forth. Eloise wanted to engage in a rougher style of play but there was a lot on her mind. I hoped it wasn’t enough to prevent her from exploring. King described their earlier scene as one of the most intense experiences he’d ever had with anyone. The two of us weren’t new to BDSM in general but he had always been more sensual, relying on implements and toy-centric scenes. This was far outside of the norm but not entirely surprising.
“Since we are not that familiar with the trail, babygirl, I’ll give you five minutes this time. Go.” Kingston swatted either side of her ass hard.
“Yes, Sir!” She shot a seductive, flirty glance toward me then dashed off.
Kingston took my hands. “You didn’t answer me. Remember that you have your safeword and your colors. Comfort is important for all three of us. If something is happening that you aren’t okay with, I need to know. Don’t sacrifice your boundaries or limits for someone else’s. Do you understand?”
“Did you make a handbook during our friendship and list all of the things I’m not great at doing?” My tone sounded sarcastic rather than obedient.
“Don’t get sassy. Your limits are important to me. Promise me you’ll use your colors if you need them.”
“Or?”
“There is no alternative here. Without your promise, we will not continue. The two of us can find our girl then we’ll do something else today. I should have asked you earlier but I didn’t think you’d fight me.”
“I promise to use my colors or my safeword if I’m uncomfortable.”
“Let’s go catch our girl.”
“Did she put up a fight, Sir? The last time, I mean.”
“She thought she did,” he replied, chuckling darkly.
We walked downstairs, our movements synced. This side of Kingston instantly made my dick hard. He swore he wasn’t a sadist but his normally ice-blue eyes darkened.Fuck. I grabbed his arm, knowing he’d respond, and prevented him from moving forward. Kingston pinned me to the wall in the living room, his hand wrapped around my throat.
“You arenotin charge here, babyboy.”
I stared down at him, watching the way his jaw clenched and relaxed, his eyes darkening even more as we locked eyes. Kingston kissed me. Biting my bottom lip hard enough to make it bleed drew a moan out of mouth into his. I let myself get lost in the moment.
“I’m out of my element too, Sir,” I finally said. “I don’t want to fuck up Eli’s experience.”
“We know what she wants. We have her limits and our own.”
