I stared at Mav, wondering what exactly Blake expected from us. He didn’t have the same confusion. Before I could even blink and spring into action, Mav had unzipped his skirt and let it fall to the floor. My hands shook as I worked up the courage to undo my jeans. He offered me a smile and a nod as I pushed the denim over my hips.
I followed his lead, picking up my jeans, neatly folding them and placing them on the dresser. Next, we stripped out of our shirts. I tried to avert my gaze from Mav’s slender body, but it was impossible. He wasn’t the type I was usually attracted to, but he was gorgeous. While we finished stripping down to our underwear, John and Blake huddled close together on the other side of the room.
“Is this still okay? I know you wanted to play in the other room,” I whispered. If they hadn’t wasted time convincing me to let loose for the night, they might not have missed out on the medical room.
“I trust Daddy and Dr. B,” Mav reassured me. “Wherever they want us, that’s where we’re supposed to be for right now.”
He didn’t try hiding his arousal as his gaze roamed over my body. “Damn, if I knew you were hiding all that under there, I’d have asked Daddy if we could play with you sooner.”
“Speak for yourself.” Mav was stunning. He was wearing nothing but a pair of plain white satin panties with scalloped lace trim that looked like they were specially made for men but styled after women’s underwear.
“Daddy, am I allowed to touch him? I want to make him feel good.” Mav batted his eyelashes. John and Blake chuckled and shook their heads.
“You know what happens to impatient boys,” John replied.
I stepped closer to Mav, whispering, “What happens if we don’t wait for them to give us permission?”
“You don’t want to know.” Mav shuddered, but the glint in his eye told me the threat wasn’t going to deter him. I gasped when his hand landed on my hip. His thumb traced the waistband of my boring as hell white boxer briefs. “When I get greedy for more than he’s allowed me, he makes me wait even longer. He’s a great Daddy, but he’s mean sometimes, too.”
My cock twitched. Before everything had gone to shit, I loved when Michael refused to let me come. I loved the idea of being completely at somebody else’s command. John and Blake finished talking and approached us.
“Look at the two of them,” John mused, pretending he wasn’t standing right in front of us as he talked to Blake. “They’re going to keep us on our toes, I think.”
“Maybe we should see if they can behave, first. That way, we know if we’re supposed to punish them or reward them,” Blake suggested.
My mouth watered when I glanced down and noticed the wet spot at the front of Mav’s underwear. I inhaled deeply, trying to pick up the scent of his arousal. I wanted to beg John to let me taste him, but I didn’t want to push so hard he refused me the privilege.
“I think you’re right,” John replied. He took Mav’s hand and guided him to one of the beds. “What do you say, sweetheart? Do you think you can go to bed like a good boy? Daddy and Dr. B need to have a talk about some things, then we’ll be back to take care of our boys.”
Our boys.I hated how nice that sounded. I clenched my eyes shut, reminding myself that I wasn’t actually Blake’s. This was role play, nothing more.
“Yes, Daddy,” Mav replied. “But I’m not going to be able to sleep if he’s under me.”
I nearly choked on my spit at his protest. It took me longer than it should have to realize he meant he would be in the top bunk, and I would be on the bottom bunk.
“Well, I suppose that’s up to you.” John shrugged. “If you behave, you’ll get a reward when we get back. Otherwise, you might have to sit and watch while we take care of Danny.”
“What if he’s the one who touches me?”
“Sweetheart, I have no doubt that you will be the instigator if something happens while we’re gone.” He looked over at me and winked. “Danny strikes me as a good boy. He wouldn’t want to get in trouble.”
I hated how well he seemed to know me. But I supposed that made sense, too. He spent every night at work watching people, and that probably included me. My cheeks flushed when I realized he probably noticed how I reacted every time one of the Dom’s at the club praised me for a job well done. I had always been a sucker for hearing how much I pleased whomever I was with. That was why it had been so easy for Michael to manipulate me.
I startled when Blake pressed his chest to my back as his hand slid around to my stomach. “You good with this?”
I nodded.
“What have I told you about not answering me with your words?” There was a sharp edge to his warning that made me even harder.
“Sorry, Sir.” I swallowed hard. “I still can’t believe this is happening.”
“Well, that makes two of us,” he admitted. I spun around in his embrace, my mouth gaping open.
He closed the distance between us, brushing his lips across my other cheek. His thumb brushed against my cheek and my eyes fluttered shut. I leaned into the touch, giving myself permission to take whatever these men were willing to give me, even if only for tonight. When Blake took his hand away, my eyes shot open, and I let out a needy whimper.
“Don’t look at me that way, boy. You have to know how distracting you can be at times.”
I actually didn’t. Every night, I did my best to blend into the background of the bar. I wanted to be seen as a fixture and not draw attention to myself. But maybe that’s what I’d been doing while my subconscious was crying out for someone to love and accept me without trying to break me down to a shell of my former self.
