I steel my spine, standing a little straighter. I need to pull myself together… fast. “I came to sign paperwork and the weirdo in the office next to yours sent me down here to find you.”
What is wrong with me?
“Call me when you’re done,” I tell him calmly. “Fair warning. She’s about to get real bratty and mouthy. I’d suggest keeping her in check before she starts trying to top from the bottom.”
Not long into my and Demetria’s arrangement, she started baiting me to get what she wanted, this topping from the bottom. We discussed it after the first time it happened and she pleaded with me to not let her get away with it. She tried a few more times after that, obviously testing me and every time I put her in her proverbial place. It’s what she’s doing to him now. Testing his dominance.
I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m not even sure why I said it.
Before I’m able to fully turn around, I hear her. “Stay… please.”
24
Demetria
The second I saw her standing at the door, I knew I wanted her to stay. I shouldn’t want it, but I’m too drunk on the sensations I’m already experiencing to give a fuck. I want them both.
I’ll go back to hating her tomorrow. Maybe this is what she and Hayes need to get them to drop this dumb divorce notion and realize they still love each other.
I’ll get what I want now and they’ll get each other tomorrow and every day after. It’s a win-win… aside from the part where I have to let them both go.
I’m hanging from the ceiling with rough rope pulling at my skin, tugging at my nerves in the most delicious ways. There’s also still rope rubbing against my aching clit, doing nothing to contain any of the excess moisture I’m producing because of this whole situation, and this fuckhead won’t let me come. Raegan is right, I do get mouthy… especially when I’m deprived and edged. Hayes is really fucking pushing it tonight and I’m fucking over it. I need to come. Now.
“Are you sure about this?” Hayes asks quietly, while placing a gentle hand on my head and stroking my hair softly.I’d like to take back my fuckhead comment now.He’s not so bad.
“Yes, Sir,” I confirm with as much of a nod as I can manage while tied up so thoroughly. “Please.”
He pats my head, then crouches down so his eyes can meet mine. “Okay, Babygirl. If you want her to join us, I need to know what you want from it before I let her in. Or what you don’t want.”
I grin and contemplate my next words. Hard. “Will you let her make me come?”
He grabs my chin in his hand, holding my attention and the command in the gesture causes my heart to skip a beat and my clit to actively throb.Please say yes.“Not a fucking chance. Your orgasm belongs to me. Nice try, though.” He kisses me softly on the forehead and I can’t stop the blush it causes from creeping up my neck and taking up residence in my cheeks. “Jokes aside. I need to know what you are and aren’t comfortable with.”
“She knows me and she knows my limits. They haven’t changed and I trust her to respect them.” I release a breathy sigh. “I trust you both to keep me safe.”
After what he told me about his dad and what happened with Raegan, I don’t know if he needed to hear it, but I still needed to say it.
“Alright. I expect you to use your safeword, if you need it.”
He stands and all I can see are his bare feet padding toward the door, followed by what sounds like words being exchanged. Before long, there are two sets of feet in my field of vision, except one set is in heels.
“What a beautiful present you’ve wrapped up here, Hayes,” Raegan says in that familiar, firm tone I love so much. “What ever shall we do with her?”
Soft hands slide over my ass and I whimper at the delicate touch. I know it’s her. Hayes stripped me before he put the rope on me and I’m suddenly grateful to have so much exposed flesh.
Hayes reaches up to grab a handful of hair and tugs, pulling my head up so I can get a better view of him. “I know what we’renotgoing to do with her.” He gently slaps my cheek and I can’t say I hate this side of him. “Go ahead, Little Pixie. Tell her what we’re not going to do until I say it’s time. Don’t forget your manners.”
Fuck.I already like this a little more than I should. I swallow a gulp of air. “You’re not going to let me come, Ma’am,” I tell her with a hint of pleading that I hope she hears.
She slaps my ass–hard–and my mouth falls open, releasing a silent plea for something more. “Look at you being so polite all of a sudden. You were being so bratty just a little bit ago. Tell me, Demetria, where did my little brat run off to?”
“Oh, god,” I mutter. They’ve barely touched me and I could already come.
“It’s not God you answer to right now,” she responds.
“It’s us.” Hayes.Fuck.
“What do we have here?” Raegan asks as she pulls my restrained legs farther apart than they feel like they’re capable of moving. Cool air greets my soaked center and my muscles tremble at the stretch she’s putting them through. “Mind helping me for a second, Hayes?”
