Dylan didn’t seem to be listening. He leaned in and licked Steve’s crotch, dragging his tongue across his bulge and tasting the leather.
“Okay, you guys,” Ryker said, releasing the locking mechanism on the side of the pillory and lifting the wooden block up. He gave Steve a nudge, moving him back a few steps. “Experiment over. August will be here with dinner any minute, and we’re going to eat in the dining room like civilized people.”
Dylan rose out of the stocks, rubbing the back of his neck and stretching his back. He bent down and grabbed his clothes, pulling on his underwear and jeans and tucking his erect cock away.
“Are those my pants?” Ryker finally asked, watching Steve as he, too, put on a shirt.
Steve blushed and tugged off his gloves. “I found them in your playroom closet. Is it okay that I borrowed them?”
Ryker grinned and pulled him in for a kiss. “Of course. You look good in them.”
Steve grinned into Ryker’s mouth, and the two of them spent a minute lazily licking into each other’s mouths.
When they pulled apart, they found Dylan watching them with dark eyes, his pupils blown so wide that his eyes were almost black.
“Were the gloves his idea?” Ryker asked, nodding at their omega.
Steve nodded. “He said that it was part of the experiment. Why? What’s the story?”
Ryker explained how gloves had been August’s catfish’s biggest fetish, and how they had involved gloves in nearly all their early play with Dylan.
“So he’s been trained to get off on his alphas wearing gloves?” Steve sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and grinned. “That’s hilarious.”
“I haven’t beentrainedto like them,” Dylan objected. “I’ve just started… associating them with sex. And they look good. It makes your hands look even bigger than they are.”
Ryker grinned at Steve. “He likesbig. It gets him off.”
Dylan was blushing beet red, but he didn’t deny Ryker’s statement.
“Can we talk about something else?” Dylan said, looking like he’d been about to stomp his foot and then decided not to at the last second. “Anything else?”
“Like what?” Ryker asked, looking around the playroom.
“I was thinking that Steve could bite me tonight,” Dylan said, wiping the smile off Steve’s face and making him look hungry. “Would that be okay?”
Ryker didn’t laugh, but it was a close thing. He’d been thinking of ways to bring up Steve claiming Dylan properly, but apparently Dylan was way ahead of him.
“I think Steve would love that,” Ryker said. He patted Steve on the back. “Wouldn’t you?”
Steve nodded, swallowing loudly. “Yes. I would.”
Dylan looked nervous at the intense way Steve was looking at him – like he was planning his escape routes – but he also looked turned on.
“Okay. Then you can. You have my permission to give me a claiming bite.”
Steve closed his eyes and shuddered, looking close to being overcome.
“Hello in there, dinner is ready if you want to eat.”
All three of them jumped at the sound of August’s voice coming from the door. Ryker turned, wondering how he’d missed the sound of the elevator and August coming into the penthouse.
He must have been more focused on Dylan and Steve than he’d thought.
“You’re home,” he said, walking over and giving August a kiss. He stood next to him and groped his ass. “Dylan and Steve have been testing what kind of impact play Dylan enjoys. So far, the flogger, crop and paddle have all been hits.”
“And his hand,” Dylan added, blushing when everyone looked at him.
“And his hand,” Ryker amended. “Dylan has also suggested that he’ll let Steve claim him tonight. Isn’t that nice?”
