The other problem, who is currently tied up in the small, window-less room near the greenhouse.
A basement would have worked a lot better, but they don’t even do basements in New Valence. Something about the local ground water level, and also the danger from hurricanes.
That whole “being a literal swamp” thing makes building houses so inconvenient.
All this means is that Bouchard Senior had built a little torture room attached to the greenhouse, disguised as a regular toolshed.
“I bet he’s pissed himself,” I say. “And he’s crying.”
“I’ll take that bet,” Asch says. “What do I get when I win?”
River shakes his head. “You’re not going to win that bet,” he remarks. “That guy was already ready to piss himself just being grabbed. He’s definitely been stewing.”
Blaze snorts in amusement. “Yeah, Pandora’s winning. I don’t know what prize you could possibly want that we don’t already give you. Spoiled princess that you are.”
I stick out my tongue at him. “You’re just as spoiled as I am. Anyway, I wanted to try out the dildo I bought. With the harness. One of you is getting pegged tonight.”
“Of course you bought a dildo and a harness,” Asch says, shaking his head. “Yeah, okay. If I’m wrong, I’ll take it. If I’m right… I get to top Blaze.”
So far, Blaze has managed to avoid bottoming. I think it would be hot for him to bottom, but… so far, no dice. Not even when I edged him really nicely. Or really cruelly.
Same difference.
“In your dreams,” Blaze says. “You can take River’s ass, though.”
“Hey, none of you think I can win.” Asch smirks. “You may as well take the bet. Unless you’re too scared?”
River sets his empty plate aside. “I’ll take it, since Blaze is too much of a chicken to risk giving up his ass.”
“Does that mean it’s your ass I’ll be pegging?” I ask sweetly. I make a show of eyeing him up and down. “I think you have a great ass for it, River.”
River groans. “I don’t know. Asch would be gentle. You’re the wild card.” He gets up, standing so he can more easily lean in and kiss me. “We’ll see. Asch is going to lose anyway.”
I smile back. “Asch would be gentle, and also eventually he’d come. My dildo would be able to keep going for hours.”
“Your thighs wouldn’t, though,” Blaze points out with a smirk.
I pout at him. “Don’t ruin my fantasy.”
“You can build up your stamina with Asch,” River says. “If he’s going to keep making stupid bets, you’ll have plenty of opportunities.” He nuzzles my neck, his breath hot on my throat. “But one of us should definitely be fucking you from behind while you do it.”
Blaze slaps a hand against River’s side. “Sit down. You’re blocking my view of Pandora.”
Aww, that’s sweet. River does sit down, though, and I go back to my food.
“Anyway, make sure not to make too much of a mess with our problem, because if clean-up is a bitch we can’t have wild, rough sex after,” I say.
Blaze, River, and Asch all share a look.
“Weneed to make sure not to make a mess?” Blaze raises his brows. “Isn’t there a saying about this? Something about apot and a kettle?”
Asch gets up, starting to clean up the mess we’d left behind. “The messier it is, the better the sex will be,” he remarks. “So…”
“Just as long as I’m not the one on clean-up with ourguest,” River says. “I don’t know how I keep ending up on cleanup duty.”
“Because you’re so big and strong?” I suggest.
“And it’s not like Asch will do clean-up,” Blaze adds.
