'That's all I want to say about The Heath,' I say. 'That and I'm going to make sure that it's closed down and everyone knows what Stoke did and how his theories and methods hurt us. Hurt me.'
The guys are silent.
I clamber off of Shade’s lap, and he lets me go.
'Come on,' I say, taking his hand.
'Where to?'
'To the bedroom,' I answer.
He looks unsure. 'Are you sure you want to?'
'I'm sure,' I say. 'I've missed you guys and…’ I blink innocently. ‘I did keep more secrets, you know…’
I leave it there as I turn away, hoping that’s enough because I don’t want to have to actually ask for Shade to spank me, or be rough with me. I just can’t voice those things out loud.
When I look over my shoulder as I enter our bedroom, I see the guys getting up to follow me and I grin as I shed my sweater and the top under it, my body anticipating thewarmth of them, of having them with me, holding me, touching me, feeling them moving inside of me.
Blake comes in last and sits down in a chair in the corner.
I've noticed he likes to watch. I bite my lip as I look at him and I see him clock the move, his eyes darkening.
I don't try to be seductive after that because I suck at it. Instead, I just remove the rest of my clothes. It seems to be enough for them though because they all seem excited about what we’re going to do next.
Shade
Not for the first time since the club caught fire, I've wished we could go back into the Dark Lounge.
I wish that again as I see Daisy undress slowly–what I wouldn't give to strap her to the St. Andrew's Cross or tie her to the table, or put her into the swing.
She seems okay after what happened, even when she talked about it. Resilient, as always. I know there's a lot she doesn't say, and a lot she doesn't want to feel. She buries, and I understand. I get it. I’m glad she trusts us enough to tell us most things now, though.
I watch Mav kiss her, his large hands caressing, pinching, making her gasp.
I glance back at Blake and smirk. He looks more relaxed and himself than I’ve seen him in weeks. I know it’s because she’s back and because she’s safe.
Our tattooed friend seems to like watching over participatinga lot more these days. He takes his time with Daisy without us. That’s his prerogative, but I sort of want to give him a show that has him out of his chair and reconsidering being part of the scene.
I don't approach Daisy and Mav, but I position myself in the room so that I can see everyone.
'Put her on the bed,’ I grind out.
Mav grins almost evilly. I bet he's wondering what I've got planned.
He eases our girl down to the bed gently.
‘Arms over her head,’ I say.
She stares at me with wide eyes and does what I say. Her obedience goes right to my dick.
I keep my fingers in the beltloops of my low slung jeans, mostly because I've noticed that when she looks at me, she follows the contours of my muscles down and down.
She licks her lips a little. I don't even think she knows she's doing it because practiced seduction is not her thing.
'Do you have any rope?' I ask Blake, his lips turn upwards just a little as he takes the duffel bag that’s next to him and throws me some.
It's black and thick and soft.
