Wylan whistles. “Why you got an orgy bed, Foxxie? How many people fit on there?”
“As many as I’d like,” Dagen shrugs. “Alas, it’s usually just me starfishing across it after a long day of meetings.”
Wylan runs and leaps onto it like a kid, throwing his hands wide and laughing as he sinks into the plush comforter. I grin at him and kick off my shoes before following suit, laughing as I throw myself onto the comfortable bed.
The moment I’m on there, Wylan rolls over, laughing as he wraps his arms around me and rolls, putting me on top of him. Those eyes flicker with emotion as he looks up at me.
“Now this is a bed big enough for some fun,” Wylan teases. “You got any contraptions that come out of the ceiling or something, Foxxie?”
“I might,” he answers, pushing a button.
The lights all darken, shifting from bright to moody immediately. A panel opens up on the wall, revealing what looks like. . .
Wylan whistles again. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”
Felix walks over to the wall and studies the restraints and collection of adult toys. “These all look brand new.”
“That’s because they are,” Dagen shrugs. “I had that installed a week ago.”
I turn my head toward Dagen. “What?”
He slowly shrugs his jacket off and hangs it on a hook by the door. His eyes are on me as he carefully undoes his cufflinks before setting them on a table there.
“I purchased them with intent,” he says, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. “Intent to see how they’d look on you.” He shrugs his shirt off and drops it to the floor before he slowly kicks his shoes off. “In you,” he adds as he stands before us in only his slacks.
Felix’s brows shoot up. “Should we leave?”
Wylan pouts out his lip. “I don’t want to leave.”
“Stay,” Dagen commands, strolling closer to where I’m sitting up on my elbows on the bed. “We can see whose name she screams first.”
My eyes widen and I sit up higher. “Wait.”
All three pause what they’re doing and look at me.
“Um. . .”
“Say yes,” Dagen encourages. “You hold the power here, Ava. If you want to stop at any point, you can. We can establish a safe word.”
“Safe word,” I repeat.
“Mine’s kerfuffle,” Wylan says cheerfully. “Not that I’ve ever used it.”
“Okay,” I breathe. “Kerfuffle it is then.” I lean back on the bed. “Should I undress?”
“Allow me,” Felix groans, kneeling onto the bed. His hands slide up my jean-covered thighs, reaching slowly. I’m panting by the time he reaches my button and zipper. Those he makes quick work of, splitting my jeans to reveal only skin.
“Bloody hell,” Wylan groans, sitting up on the bed. “What a pretty sight this is.”
He stands and reaches down to untie his laces, his eyes on the sight of me lying still while Felix slowly tugs my jeans down my legs. Dagen comes closer to watch as Felix slides his hands up my thighs again, tracing my scars as he reaches the edge of my shirt and pushes it up. I can hardly breathe as the chilly air meets my skin, as he shoves up my bra and reveals my breasts to the air. Only a few seconds more and I’m completely bare before them, my body vibrating with arousal.
“You asked if I had anything that came down out of the ceiling,” Dagen says to Wylan just before he pushes a remote. A mechanical sound fills the air and a spot on the ceiling opens up, revealing a few hooks. “Just in case we make it to that.”
My eyes widen as Felix straightens and tugs his own shirt over his head. Wylan kicks off his jeans, leaving him bare, with his already hard cock in his hands. Dagen is still wearing his slacks.
Wylan comes over and kneels between my thighs, his eyes heated as he leans down and kisses my stomach. “Would you mind if I taste you, crumpet?”
I shake my head vigorously. “Please do.”
