Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
That earned us a cute, crooked grin from Gael. “That’s the thing—for as much as I want to throw myself in a pile of sexy bodies, what I need is you two right there with me. I want there to be stuff only you’re allowed to do.”
Oh, I was certainly paying extra attention now.
“Go on.” Joshua nodded.
Gael squirmed a little and fidgeted with the edges of his napkin. “Like, maybe…only you can come in me?”
I cleared my throat and lifted a brow at Joshua. Good thing the boy had said it, because I’d sort of taken that for granted—perhaps foolishly so.
“Done,” Joshua said. “Only Master and Daddy can come in your tight little bottom.”
I had to interject here. “For the record, it’s the only place we’ll be coming.” Joshua and I weren’t new to these parties, and I was familiar with the preferences he’d dreamed of having with the partners he’d never had. He wanted strings attached and boundaries that felt like freedom, exactly the same as me. No matter how soon it was, I’d grown ridiculously fond of Gael—and Joshua, of course—and now…the thought of carelessly avoiding restrictions unsettled me. “We have no interest in reaching any finish lines with others.”
“Well, there’s his mouth too,” Joshua added with a smirk. “His adorable face, his tummy, his whole body.”
Naturally.
“Gosh—” Gael turned to me and hugged my bicep, including pressing his face against it. “Are we really talking about this in a restaurant?”
I laughed softly and kissed the top of his head. Nobody could hear us.
“Sweetheart,” Joshua coaxed. “This is Dean and me, though. You’re young and itching to go wild—and we’ll respect your wishes if you wanna go further.”
I inclined my head in agreement—and kept my personal desires to myself. I was sure Joshua shared them too. But this wasn’t about us, and if we wanted to keep Gael for years to come, we couldn’t go cavemen on his ass.
He pressed his face against my arm for another few seconds, perhaps gathering his thoughts, before he tilted his head toward Joshua a bit more and rested his cheek against me.
“Okay, I’ll be super honest,” he said quietly. “I want to go nuts and have fun—if they wanna have fun with me—but I think it might be too intimate to get off with another Top. Does that make sense? Like, I’ve been talking to Kit a lot, and he says he’s having so much fun with Corey, ’cause they’re Littles together—and their Daddies like to watch. So…I don’t know—maybe I’d like to try to have that kind of fun with another Little or sub sometime? Just not a Top. I only want to go that far with you two.”
We truly needed to get home already, because I wanted to express just how much I loved what he’d said.
The glint of relief in Joshua’s eyes told me he and I were once again on the same page.
They may be the boring technicalities of BDSM—to discuss who got to come where and when—but each rule made up a framework in which we thrived and nobody was harmed. Pain within a comfort zone, suffering within a structure that brought pleasure, chaos inside a bubble of safety.
The three of us talked about this yet-to-be-planned group-play event while we finished our dinner, and Joshua and I realized we didn’t have to hold back as much as we’d perhaps feared. Or been resigned to, rather. But of course, talk was easy, and Gael was inexperienced. We had to be prepared for his mind to change down the road.
For now, though, we were in full agreement. Within the confines of a group event, we could let go of our inhibitions—kissing, oral, fucking, using toys, and so on, all okay. Same with, as per Macklin’s request, coming on others. But Joshua and I controlled and owned Gael’s orgasms, as he owned ours, with the exception for Littles. If Gael bonded with Noa—or Macklin, whom we deemed safe for other reasons—our boy could go further as long as we were there to enjoy the show.
We also covered safety, and I made a mental note to ask Walker to let Macklin plan the event. He’d done it so many times before, and he was meticulous about protection. For one, he demanded STI screenings so that we could go unprotected for oral and still be safe.
“But we’ll use condoms for sex,” Joshua finished.
“Even between the three of us?” Gael asked.
That damn puppy-dog look.
“No, we have our own rules, of course.” I dipped down and kissed his pout away until he was smiling. “Now—how about dessert to go and getting the hell out of here?”
I brushed a finger over the remote control and found the second button just as Gael opened his mouth to respond.
“Guh.”
I interpreted that as a yes.
CHAPTER 10
Dean Aavik
“Good morning, Daddy—ugh, crap, I mean Master! Good morning, Master.” Gael giggled and smacked himself on the forehead.