I draw in my eyebrows. “What?”
“Rope bondage.”
“Oh.” I stare at him blankly.
“It’s a very beautiful art form,” he tries to explain, almost like he’s defending it.
“Okay.” He doesn’t need to sell me. I willingly walked through the looking glass.This time.
“I’m a kinky bastard. What can I say?”
He brushes past me to the opposite side of the room, opens the sliding glass door and pulls in two chairs from the sundeck.
“It takes one to know one?” I jest.
Jett smiles entertained as he sits in one chair and Kayne sits in the other, suddenly making me feel like the main attraction in a private XXX show.
“London, come,” Jett says, and she immediately drops to all fours and crawls to him. Once she reaches him, she kneels submissively between his legs. I automatically look at Kayne.
He just lifts his hand off his knee slightly as if signaling me to stay.
Jett lifts London’s face so she’s looking directly into his incandescent eyes.
“You’re a bad girl,” he admonishes her, “and I love it. Now stand up and take your clothes off.”
“Yes, Jett,” she hums, and for some reason I shiver with excitement.
London rises to her feet and slowly starts peeling off her navy tube dress that’s clinging to her body. I can only see her back from my angle, but Kayne and Jett seem quite invested in her little strip show. Once she’s left standing in just a black thong and high heels, Kayne looks over at me and smiles like the demon he is.
“Good robin. Now take Ellie’s off,” Jett instructs her.
“Hold it.” Kayne suddenly stops her in her tracks, and all three of us pause to look at him. I’m suddenly nervous. God only knows what’s going to flow out of his mouth. With all the apparatuses in the room, I could end up being fucked upside down while hanging from the ceiling. “Ground rules.” He glares at Jett. “London can touch Ellie all she wants, but you keep your hands off my fiancée.”
Jett grimaces, “You’re such a party pooper.”
“Tough shit, I don’t share.”
“I’m calling sexism. You’re discriminating against me just because I have a cock.”
“Exactly, and it’s not getting anywhere nearher.Call it whatever you want. Accuse me of being prejudice, of being a chauvinist, whatever. You still can’t touch her or I’ll break your hands.”
Jett bristles. “I’ll still be able to use my cock.” He sticks his tongue out at Kayne.
“I could always break that, too,” Kayne informs him menacingly.
I know I probably shouldn’t, but I laugh.
“Do you find my jealous, overbearing side funny, Ellie?” Kayne asks, without looking at me.
“No. Kayne.” I clear my throat and find my composure. That’s his ‘do not fuck with me’ tone. London and I may have started it, but it’s clear Kayne and Jett are going to finish it.
“Good. Now, London, go undress my kitten.”
“Slow your roll,” Jett interjects. “I’m giving the orders. You’ve already driven one of these.”
Kayne rolls his eyes. “Fine. Be my guest.”
“London, go undress Kayne’s kitten,” he instructs with mirth.
