Her naivety makes her irresistible, but I also love thestronger version of her, who speaks her mind. Of course, she was coming out of her shell more and more these days, and I only had the guys to thank for that, even if I refused to admit it out loud.
Her big blue eyes stare up at me, and I take a deep breath. “Porn is about extremes,” I begin. “It’s exaggerated for entertainment. Men don’t need to come on your face or breasts just to enjoy themselves. For some men, that isn’t even a turn on.”
“Is it a turn on for you?” She asks the question so innocently, I almost forget what we’re talking about.
“Me? Oh… I?—”
“He hasn’t been with a woman before, Wren,” Dex says from where he stands protectively behind the couch. “Go easy on him.” I narrow my eyes at the big brute. I can’t tell if he’s insulting me or if he genuinely believes he’s helping. With him, it could go either way.
I clear my throat, deciding not to answer. “As I was saying, sex—real sex—doesn’t have to be so extreme. It can, and should, be about connection, about just being in the moment with one another. When it’s special, it should be about making love, not mindless fucking just to get off.”
She nods as if actually listening to me. “Making love,” she whispers, seeming to cling to those two words and making my tense shoulders relax a little.
“That’s right, making love. You don’t need some crazy position or toys to enjoy yourself.”
“Does that mean it’s wrong to do those things?”
I feel the tension radiating from Sly to my right, as if ready to step in, so I quickly shake my head. “No. Some people prefer sex to be like that. But you should experience a, uh,varietyof it before you decide what you like.”
“There is no right or wrong, little bird,” Sly adds. “You can like it anyway you want. And you shouldn’t pick something just because the person you’re with likes it.” His statement surprises me, especially since it’s clear he’s into BDSM and that shit. Would he really not force her or encourage her to love it?
I’ve watched some porn, what teenage boy hasn’t? But it never really interested me much… before today. The thought of seeing Wren tied upwasa little intriguing. Just imagining her squirming under the restraints as she begs for release has me shifting my position to hide my growing erection.
“But what if what I want is to make my partner happy?” she asks, her eyes bouncing between us all.
“Why don’t you take this one?” Sly gestures to me, and I narrow my eyes at him.Way to pass the buck, bro.
Looking at Wren, I try my best to explain it to her. Knowing what she’s been through and how she’s grown up makes her very susceptible to doing things for others rather than herself.
“If it truly pleases you to bring your partner pleasure, then that’s okay. But only if you enjoy it too. If it’s weird or uncomfortable at all, but you decide to grit your teeth and get through it because you care about them, well, I don’t need Sly’s eyes burning a hole in the side of my head to tell you that’s wrong.”
She lowers her gaze in thought, and I dip my head to catch her eyes. “Does that make sense, Wren? Do you understand the difference?”
Slowly, she licks her lips and nods. “Yes. I think so. If I do it to make them happy, I also have to enjoy it. If I don’t, I shouldn’t do it, even if it makes them happy.”
“Exactly!” I say, happy she understands the difference.
“That doesn’t just go for sexual situations, Wren,” Sly says, sitting down at her side and grabbing her hand. “That goes for everything: what you eat and drink, what you wear, how you act. Don’t do any of those things just because you think it’ll make us happy.”
“What about when I want to get up at night and pee on my own?”
“No,” Dex replies, crossing his arms and glaring down at her.
“Excuse me?” I ask in mild horror. “You don’t let her go to the bathroom at night? What the hell, Dex?”
She turns to me with those big blue eyes and tells me, “He chains me to him so I can’t leave the bed without him knowing.”
My wide eyes dart to Dex as I slowly push to my feet. My hands clench into fists at my side. “You son of a?—”
“I’m sorry! Don’t fight!” Wren surprises me by flinging herself forward, wrapping her arms around me as the side of her head presses into my chest.
“It’s not locked,” Dex says in defense. “If she didn’t like it, she could take it off.”
A little tension leaves me. “Why do you even need something like that?”
“One of our first nights together, I got up to have a drink by myself, and that’s when Robert’s men took me.” My body deflates, and I pull my arms free to hug her back.
“Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t know. If you hate the leash, I’m sure I can figure out something else.”
