“Interesting,” she says. “And have you done this before?”
He smirks to himself. “In ways…sure. Not always as permanent as you seem to think.”
“Why are you smiling?” she asks, glancing down at me.
“Nothing,” I mutter, wiping the grin away.
“Why don’t you go now?” She nudges my arm playfully. “Do you like to brand people too?”
I shrug, staring at the reflection of the three of us in the mirror on the ceiling. “Not exactly.”
“Out with it,” Archer says, his deep voice echoing in the small space.
I don’t talk about my tastes or my kinks. It’s not my style to be so outwardly expressive about it. It’s my business. My secret.
But it might be because these two are strangers or because I feel like I might never get out of this elevator again, but suddenly I don’t feel so inhibited about opening up.
“The only kind of sex I like is free use.”
My words hover in the air as I wait for them to respond. It feels like taking off all my clothes and waiting for them to inspect me.
“Free what?” Freya asks.
The various rings on my fingers clink against the floor as I tap them, a nervous habit I have when things get tense. “Free use. It’s a…thing we offer at the club. But it’s also a valid kink.”
Leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, Archer scrutinizes me curiously. “Explain it to me.”
With a sigh, I sit up to face him. “Free use is a kink that means consensually, someone can just use another person’s body however they want, whenever they want.”
When neither of them responds or relaxes the muscles between their eyes, I continue.
“And we have this area at our club. So the members can just hold on to the wall…or be restrained to it if they wish, and anyone passing by can…”
I do a sweeping gesture with my hand in front, which I try to convey means that anyone passing by can fuck the person however they want.
“And you like this?” Freya’s voice sounds tight and nervous.
With some reluctance, I nod. “I’m more turned on by the liberty to use someone than to…get to know them. It’s just another power dynamic. Not unlike Archer’s desire to brand someone. I like the idea of having someone all to myself.”
“Holy shit,” Archer mumbles under his breath.
“Don’t kink-shame me,” I reply deeply.
His hands go up in surrender. “I’m not. I think that makes perfect sense. So wait, let me get this straight… You like to be the person doing the…”
“Using,” I finish for him.
“Any gender?”
My throat constricts as I force myself to swallow. That was certainly an interesting question, and I’m intrigued as to why he chose to ask it. I wasn’t hearing things when I heard Archer mention girlfriendsand boyfriendsearlier. Is it possible this rough and hot Greek god is like me?
I shrug. “Yeah. Anyone.”
“Have you ever tried it the other way around?”
I sense Archer’s genuine curiosity while Freya just looks mildly lost.
My eyes widen. “You mean being used?”
