“Yeah, man, I think—”
“No,” I say, loud, sure. I swallow and turn to look at Blade, whose voice I guess some unconscious part of me recognized. “Stay.”
“You sure?”
I nod and give him a once-over. He looks good in jeans and a slim cut white T-shirt that sets off the deep, gorgeous brown of his skin. His arms are huge, his hands rough-looking. I’ve felt those hands, the calluses, the scars.
“I don’t want it to end.”
Beneath my head, Zion’s chest stops moving. After a few seconds, he lets out a long breath. “You sure?”
I nod again, a smile blooming on my face. Blade sits on the floor close beside Zion, trapping my leg between the two of them. “Maybe no more of the kidnapping stuff, though. For tonight. I might…want to try that again later? But like, a little at a time, you know?”
“Yeah. Okay.” They exchange a glance. Zion leans in and kisses the top of my head. I don’t let myself think about his mouth and kissing. I don’t let myself wish he’d press his lips to mine. “You want to just cuddle with us for tonight? Would that be good, baby?”
“After.”
Blade’s eyebrows lift. “After what?”
“After we finish.” They stir, maybe unsure of the new rules. Maybe excited.
I turn and see the gag on the floor. “I want to try that.”
“The O-ring?”
“Yeah.”
Zion’s voice goes low. “You know what we use that for, don’t you, sweetheart?”
I nod, enjoying the slightly condescending tone he’s put on for me. My nipples go hard and tight.
“No more cuffs. I didn’t like that, behind my back.”
“Noted,” says Blade. “What else?”
“Um…I really liked when you…” I hide my face in Zion’s chest again, a little squeamish or shy of discussing these things out loud, but also so, so glad we’re doing it. “Sort of…tried outmy breasts? You know, like…” I shrug, at a loss for a way to describe the way that made me feel.
“Treated you like an object.”
“Yes. Exactly.”
“Something to be weighed and measured, judged?”
Shame washes through me, along with a fresh dose of lust, thick and heavy and ticklish in my belly. “Yeah.Used,” I finally whisper, hiding my blushing face against Zion again.
“What else?” Zion asks.
I squirm. “The plug is good.”
“Yeah?” Slowly, Zion runs a hand down my side, under my dress, over my hip, my ass, and right there to where the thing’s poking out of me. Very gently, he toys with it and it feels…uuuuuuuuuuh.“Figured you would.”
Just that nudge of fingers to metal pushes a sigh of pure pleasure from me. My hips rock just the tiniest bit.
Zion feels it, of course. He amplifies the movement of the plug, pulls it out a little and presses it back in again. “Okay. You want a bigger one?”
“Really? It feels massive.”
“Grab a size up, man.”
