Zed?The name jars me out of my fevered thoughts, leaving me caught here in this dark place, staring at the vacant mask, unable to move or make a sound or possibly breathe.
As if I didn’t know it already, I wake up to the certainty that it’s him.
I’ve found my husband. I’ve found Zion. But now that I’m here, all I feel is lost and confused and more than a little turned on. I’ve got no idea what to do.
“You gonna fuck her?” the other man asks, jolting me from the spot I’ve been glued to. “She wants it, man.”
No. I can’t watch this, can’t even listen to him say it. Frantic with the need to get away as far and fast as I can, I turn and run.
8
Zion
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, making me pause, paddle poised.
Slowly, I turn and look behind me, take a step outside the play area and look first up one side of the dungeon, which is crowded with onlookers, then down the other. In the thick of it, I catch a flash of light on vinyl, there and gone. A few seconds later, one of the exterior doors opens, someone scoots out and it slams shut.
“You okay, man?”
Dully, I nod, shoving back the conviction that I should go figure out who that was and why my body wants to race after them.
“Yeah. Sorry. Thought I…”
There’s a smell on the air that I can’t quite put my finger on. A perfume, maybe? Something flowery, elusive. I shake my head, hard, and turn back to look at Sadie Jo. Her ass is flushed, her back arched in welcome, her cunt all wet and warm-looking. And yet…
“So, do you?”
“What?”
“Want to fuck her?” Godric asks.
Normally, I’d suit up and sink right in—especially my first full day back. Somehow, though, today…
“Nah, I’m takin’ it easy tonight, man.” I glance down at where he’s tenting his kilt. “You raw doggin’?”
“You wanna watch?”
“Fuck, yeah.” My cock’s finally starting to stiffen, thank god. I hand him the paddle, which he uses to give his wife’s ass one last smack before setting it on her back like she’s nothing more than a table.
Her eyes roll back into her head. She always loved being used.
“Still got a breeding kink?” Godric asks.
I manage a quick nod, though my eyes are now firmly fixed on where he’s holding his dick, ready to plant it inside that juicy cunt.
Yeah, I’m into the breeding thing.
“You know I’d let you in there bare, if you wanted.”
My erection goes rock-hard at the idea of sliding in without a condom. “Rather watch,” I lie. Or not exactly a lie, but I’ve never fucked without a condom and I don’t plan to start now.
When it comes to sex, I’ve got exactly three hard limits: no shit, no bareback, and no kissing—ever.
There’s other stuff I avoid—like certain bodily excretions, electric play, and extreme degradation, which I’m really not into, but my hard limits are non-negotiable.
I don’t do shit. It’s just never been my thing.
No going raw because the risks are too high.
