We also had a cabinet full of other things, including all of Jett’s rigging gear, restraints, and plenty of toys.
“That one looks like a riding crop.” She eyed a red one.
“I like that one. At some point, if you want to try using one on me, we can do that. I’d want Jett in here for safety, so that he can show you how to use it. In order to not harm or injure someone, everything needs to be done correctly, okay?” Shifting her weight to my hip, I smoothed her hair.
Grace looked up at me and blinked. “You’d let me use them on you?”
“Yes. I feel as if you’d understand better if it were me.” Why did I even say that? It sounded so silly.
But it was true.
“Thank you. I appreciate you taking the time to show me everything so that I’m not scared. You’re such a good boy.” She gazed at me like I hung the moon.
What did I do to deserve that look?
“Only for you and sometimes Jett.” I kissed her. Okay, I’d occasionally be her good boy.
“Are you two in here? Can I come in?” Jett asked from the doorway.
I looked at her. “Is that okay?”
She nodded.
“You can join us.” I turned back to the wall.
Jett came in and stood next to us, in only shorts. “Grace is getting a tour?”
“Yes. I don’t want her to be scared.”
“Good idea.” He cupped her face with his hands. “Hey, Babydoll. Everything here is done with love. I’ll show you whatever you want. Now, this…” He picked up the purple cat-o'-nine-tails. “This is one of Evan’s favorites.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Evan
Shit. I still couldn’t believe that I fucked up like that. Seeing the way that she looked at me as she patted my ass hurt my heart.
Where’d Jett go? He wasn’t downstairs in the kitchen, or the living room. I went back into their rooms. The playroom door was open, and I heard voices.
“This is one of Evan’s favorites,” Jett said.
I peaked in as he flicked the cat-o'-nine-tails in the air. Yeah, that one was nice.
Putting that one away, Jett picked up the red flogger. “This one’s always fun. So is this one.” He held a table tennis paddle in his other hand.
Brennan still held Grace tight in his arms.
Oh. Wow. He brought her in here? We’d been together for a while before he’d brought me into the playroom that he and Jett had at our old place.
“Are we having show and tell? If we’re doing a demonstration, I volunteer.” I came in, wearing only my briefs.
Brennan gave me a sharp look. Right.
“Peaches, I’m so fucking sorry that I didn’t explain our plans to you.” I wrapped my arms around both of them.
“She panicked, both at the concert and in the car. Grace was worried that someone had broken in and was hurting you. You scared her.” Brennan didn’t yell.
No, his voice was quiet and even. Scary stuff there.
