“Good girl. Daniel, wrap your arms around Kylie and lean forward a bit.”
“Sorry, Ky,” Danny muttered as he followed the instructions he was given, sliding his arms around Kylie’s waist as he leaned forward.
Stepping behind the couch, Addison slid the rope between his bare skin and the cushions. Some of her annoyance slipped away as she worked, weaving the ropes together in the intricate patterns she’d learned over the years. Her Little ones didn’t speak, but she watched as the tension drained from both their shoulders as well with every glide of the rope along their skin.
Blue and pink ropes crisscrossed over their backs, wound around their wrists, binding them together so completely she could have left the apartment entirely and been assured they would be forced to stay right where they were. Not that she would, of course, as that would be beyond dangerous and irresponsible of her.
But shecouldand they wouldn’t be able to move so much as a muscle.
Satisfied with their bindings, she pulled one of the kitchen chairs into the living room and sat facing them. “All right, my naughty little loves. Let’s talk about today.”
Chapter Twenty
Danny
This was torture, of the most exquisite kind, having Kylie so close, buried in her warm pussy without being able to actuallydoanything about it. Every now and then, she would shift, just a little, and her muscles would clamp down around him and it was all he could do not to groan.
At Mommy’s declaration, he looked up into his best friend’s dark eyes. And even though she was more relaxed than she’d been when she’d first straddled him, he saw the hurt and anger flicker in the deep brown before she looked away.
“There’s nothing to talk about,” Kylie grumbled. “Danny lied to me, but apparently it’s no big deal and I’m just supposed to be fine with it.”
“Nobody said either of those things, little dove.” Mommy’s voice had softened considerably. “Can you explain why you feel that way?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yes, baby, it does. Clearly this has you upset and we need to work through it.”
Again Kylie flexed her muscles, just enough to squeeze his aching cock, and Danny bit back a whimper. This wasan important conversation and getting distracted by the warm weight of best friend on his lap wasn’t going to help matters.
Kylie sighed, and the sound was so sad it momentarily distracted him from his own issues. “When I got mad, you told me he’d already been punished and I had to just accept his apology. It made me feel like I wasn’t allowed to be angry.”
“I’m sorry.” Remorse echoed in Mommy’s voice as she rose from her chair to run a hand over Kylie’s hair. “I didn’t mean to invalidate your feelings, baby. Forgive me?”
Eyes closed, Kylie leaned her head to the side, nuzzling against their Mommy’s hand. “Of course. I’m sorry I got so angry and stormed off like that.”
“We understand. Don’t we, Danny?”
“Yeah.” Grief settled heavy in his chest. “I’m so sorry I lied to you, Ky. If I’d known you’d worry so much, I never would have done it.”
Her dark eyes snapped open to glare at him. “Of course I worried, you big dummy! I love you!”
Now it was hope, so bright and happy it physically hurt filling his chest. “You love me? Like, as a friend or…”
Kylie rolled her eyes. “Are you really this dense? We’re tied together with you balls deep in my pussy. No, not just like a friend! I’ve been in love with you for three years.”
“Oh, thank god. Thankgod. I thought it was just me.”
A quiet chuckle pulled their attention back to their Mommy. “It’s adorable you two are just figuring this out when everyone else has known for… well, for about three years, I’d say.”
Glancing up at Kylie, he smirked. “She thinks she’s so smart.”
Kylie returned his smile, her eyes glittering with amusement. “She does. Do you think she’s figured it out yet?”
“I bet she hasn’t.”
Mommy’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “What are you two talking about?”
It was fun being the one to hold the power for a change. “Should we tell her, Ky?”
