I try to hold my tongue, but I can’t. I can’t let the three of us sit in silence when she was so vulnerable with us.
“I haven’t heard of that one before, but I don’t think any of us will have a hard time accommodating you.”
Grant mouths ‘Accommodating?’at me. I’m trying to be a gentleman, here. I think if I told her that if that’s the case, I’m going to take her right fucking now, she’d run away.
Wait, would she want to be chased?
Oh fuck, I hope she wants to be chased.
“As I said, it’s all theoretical. But yeah. That’s my ‘thing’, I guess.”
I can’t help myself. I thought I didn’t want her between my thighs, but I have changed my mind. I hook my legs around her chair and haul her closer. “And Derrick knew?”
“Yeah. I brought it up once when I was in heat, apparently. I don’t remember telling him, but I knew that he was not making it up.”
Oh shit, orgasm denial as punishment for the imagined begging.
Forced orgasms to help satisfy her because she’s so needy.
There are so many opportunities to be had with this. Is it presumptuous to say I know I can help her out with this fantasy?
Probably.
But I definitely can.
“Thank you for telling us.” Grant squeezes her hand and gives her one of those coy smiles that photographers love to see when he poses for them. The one that says, “I know you want to fuck me, but I’ll let you pretend you don’t.”
I clap, startling both of them. “Well, I think we gave the show some good footage. We could hide out in the bathroom for the rest of the day, and they’ll still be able to fill an episode, no problem. I wonder if that means they’ll let us skip today’s challenge.”
Ariana stands and gathers our empty cups. “No way they’ll let us skip. Have you ever even watched the show?”
“In fact, I have not.” I shrug and trot after her like an obsessed puppy. “I didn’t even know about it until they contacted us.”
“And you didn’t think to binge older seasons to know what you were agreeing to?”
I’m doing my best not to stare at her ass while she fills the dishwasher, but it is a futile effort. Even in baggy pajama pants, I can see its delicious shape.
Would she squeal if I sank my teeth into it?
Grant follows us into the kitchen and leans against the fridge. He’s blocking the camera on the door, but I don’t think he cares. “The others didn’t care what the show was like because we’d get to meet you. It could have been one of those shows where we have to eat pie with our hands behind our backs, and they wouldn’t have cared.”
Ariana tosses a rag at him, hitting him square in the face. “Don’t put that out there, or that may be our challenge! That sounds like my nightmare.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Guys. You know they’re going to do it now, right? You put it out there. They’re gonna do it.”
She waves off my words. “Nah, it’s highly unlikely. That is too lowbrow for the show.”
They did,in fact, make us eat pies with our hands behind our backs.
When Bradley came on the television and told us to check outside the door, he had this glint in his eyes that told me it was exactly what we didn’t want.
At least the prize was worth it.
A phone call home. Ten minutes in the interview room. And Grant and I got approval to combine our time to call one person.
Grant is sitting on my lap in the tiny interview closet as we wait for the producers to patch Derrick into the speaker system.
“What are you going to ask him?” He wiggles deeper into my lap. I’m so on edge from our conversation with Ariana that I don’t know if I should force him to sit still to avoid riling me up again or pull him closer and grind him against my cock.
