'You,' I hear myself say, 'All of you. That's better than any therapy.'
Blake chuckles a little and goes to the closet, bringing out the black duffle bag I know. Anticipation makes my skin prickle regardless of the fact that, like my smiles, this feels forced. I try not to think of that now. I just need to be in the moment and hope they are too.
I frown at the bag. What else is in it? Have they added anything else?
Shade unbuttons my pants and divests me of the rest of my clothes.
I shiver in the cool room, my nipples puckering.
Mav's large hands cup my breasts from behind, pinching the hard peaks gently. I hiss as a clothes pin is fitted over each one, the pain somehow making me feel better. My breathing hitches and I look down, not entirely sure if I enjoy the sensation, or not.
'Color?’ Blake murmurs.
'Green,' I say.
They walk around me slowly, like predators, and I realize each of them is holding something that I can't see. Did they plan this on the way home along with theirintervention?
I push the angry thought away. If I want what only they can give me, right now I need to keep my emotions in check.
'You choose,' Shade says in my ear.
‘Choose what?’ I ask breathlessly.
'Which one of us? Which would you like first?'
‘I don't understand.’
Blake chuckles. 'We each have something. You decide.'
‘But I can't see what you have,’ I say.
'That's part of the game,' Blake practically snarls from behind me.
My eyes narrow at his voice.
‘Game?’ I ask.
'Choose,' Mav says, his eyes moving over me, ‘or we’ll choose for you.’
'Shade, then,' I reply.
He answers me by biting lightly on where my shoulder meets my neck, making me squeal and giggle in spite of my mood. One side of my body erupts in goosebumps.
'Lay on the bed,' he says.
I do as I’m told, scooching back onto the duvet and lying on my back.
He stands in front of me and brandishes what he had in his hand. It's a pair of cuffs.
His brow rises, and I offer my hands to him, my eyes not leaving his face, mostly to show him that I’m not afraid of him.
'Move backwards,' he commands, and I do as he says.
The cuffs anchor me to the headboard. Then Shade proceeds to kiss my lips lightly before beginning to caress and massage my neck, my shoulders, and down my arms, moving on to my torso.
He doesn’t touch my breasts, still aching dully with the clothes pins on. Instead, he moves down to my feet,massaging the arches and even my toes. I let out a long moan, wanting to hold onto my anger, but unable to when he does something that feels so divine.
'Who next?' he asks low, kissing the bottom of one of my feet.
