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“Yeah, it is. I’m pulled out of the moment and it’s not good,” I mumble. Draven shifts to hold my hand, and he’s wearing some of my lipstick. I have to say, it suits him. “I’ve only attempted to be restrained a few times with Arran. It really depends on my mood. I need to see it before it happens first in any scenario.”
“How about blindfolds?” Draven asks gently.
“That’s okay,” I nod.
“Gags?” Alastair asks, wincing slightly.
“It’s fine,” I chuckle. “Arran is too big to fuck my face with a gag, but I’ve worn them to keep me quiet when Zayn is home.”
“This is doing nothing for my erection,” Draven sighs, placing my hand over it.
“Take it out and I’ll see what I can do,” I suggest.
“No releasing of cocks until we’re done!” Alastair yelps. “I know Draven too well. You’ll be out of your seatbelt and in his lap before we get to your house. What will your neighbors say?”
“Who would see?” I ask, squeezing Draven’s cock inside his pants as he groans.
“Limits, baby. Focus for me,” he says, his voice cracking in need.
“They sneak up on me,” I sigh. “I sometimes don’t realize I have one until it happens. The hair pulling surprised both Arran and I. I have a kid. He used to yank on my hair when he was little, even chewed on it, and it didn’t bother me. Having my head pulled straight back sent me to a dark place.”
“I’m going to ask a question that’s going to make me feel like an asshole. Knives and light cuts. Hard limit?”
“No one has cut me since you,” I say truthfully. “I don’t know how I’ll react now.”
“I don’t—”
I raise my brow at him and he sighs heavily. “I don’t need it every time,” he amends. “I’m not going to push you into something that’s going to fuck with your mental health, Noor.”
“Every time someone touched my hair it was to hurt me,” I explain. “I have a really complicated past with knives and cutting.”
“Draven, maybe we can see if Arran will join us one day,” Ciaran says thoughtfully. “While I trust that we wouldn’t let it go too far, he definitely won’t. Kink play should have different levels of safety, and he can be one of them the first time we play with your knives. The past has a way of coloring things, and his presence could help offset her memories if Noor really wants to try it.”
I nod slowly as I think about that. Lately, Arran has been whispering things in my ear when we’re together in bed. He asks me to pretend that Draven’s or Ciaran cocks are fucking me while his cock is rearranging my insides. We’ve been experimenting with dildos and toys for anal or oral during sex, and it’s made everything really intense in the best of ways.
“I’d be okay with that,” I agree, my eyes hooding as I think about it.
“Fuck. Arran is encouraging your inner sex kitten, isn’t he?” Draven groans. “Your smile. It tells me you have so many secrets. Keep them, I’ll enjoy thinking about all the things you two get up to.”
I can’t help my lazy smile as Alastair turns onto my street, which grows wider as Draven’s cock twitches against my hand.
“Anything to do with restraints, you have to see,” Alastair grunts, going over things again. “No hair pulling, no cutting this time.”
“She still faints during sex,” Ciaran says quickly. “If you stroke her face, talk to her a little, she’ll come back. I do not suggest public sex.”
“Ci,” Alastair snorts.
“Things got heated,” I shrug. “We couldn’t help ourselves. Imagine having a conversation about that with your grandfather because he put two and two together.”
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” Draven whimpers. “I’m sure that wasn’t a fun conversation.”
“Next thing,” Alastair murmurs. “Red means stop. That’s your safe word. If things need to be adjusted, say yellow. If we ask for a color and you’re doing great, then green works.”
“Ah. We need something in case she can’t say anything,” Ciaran says.
Well, he has a point.
“Tap if you need to breathe or speak?” Alastair suggests. “If your hands are tied, I tie a bell to the restraint so you can shake it. That’s what usually works for Ciaran.”
