Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 70574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Doms like me just naturally liked to push limits. That’s what I did on the balcony earlier—pushed his limits all over the place and he seemed to love most of it. All except the orgasm denial—he hated that part. But with every new step in a BDSM/power-exchange relationship, there was an internal evaluation that had to happen. That moment where the sub takes a deep breath, imagines it in his head, and thinks to himself: am I okay with that? And while it feels wonderful and freeing to give up control to his Dom a lot of the time, there are other times when it just doesn’t. But that was what was so great about the power exchange. Those lines got drawn, and redrawn, and redrawn again throughout the relationship, and the level of control a sub gave to his Dom changed all the time. Nothing happened in the first place if they don’t talk about it and nothing changes, nothing new is tried or adjusted, until then. Now Ari was telling me he wasn’t even willing to talk about the discipline. I didn’t know what to do with that.
He wore the little scrap of pink lace to the party that had gotten me so hot and bothered earlier, and I wore my same trunks too, grabbing both of us some towels for later. We made our way up to the top deck where the party was in full swing, and we saw Cody right away—sans Henry.
“Where’s your husband?” I yelled at him over the loud music when we joined him at his tiny table. How the hell he’d managed to get one in the first place was a mystery because the place was packed. But I had a feeling that Cody was the kind of boy who always got what he wanted.
He stuck out his lips in a little pout and shook his head. “I told him to keep his ass down there in the room. He got angry when he saw my suit.” He stood up and twirled around and my mouth fell open.
“I guess I can understand why.”
Cody’s “suit” consisted of a small bandanna that looped around his dick and then tied around his thigh, leaving very little to the imagination. His ass was completely hanging out, of course, and when he stood up, he got several appreciative whistles. Ari was looking at him too, and I found myself gripping the arms of my chair a little too hard.
“Well,” Cody said in a loud voice so he could be heard over the music, “I’m not putting up with it. He can stay in the room all evening for all I care.”
He waved at the waiter and ordered a round of peach Bellini’s for the table. I didn’t drink them, but whatever. I had a feeling I might need to keep sober tonight anyway, from the looks Ari was garnering from all over the deck.
As the evening wore on, things got wilder. Ari decided he would keep his swimming suit on, and that really surprised me, especially given how much he liked exhibitionism. But Ari and Cody mostly just danced and flirted with all the horny bastards who were ogling them, and maybe that was why he didn’t take off his suit. They really were a bunch of older, horny assholes.
I managed—barely—to stay in my seat, even as Cody and Ari both bought round after round of drinks and Ari started looking like he was getting really drunk again. His cheeks were bright pink and his hair was adorably tousled all over his head because he kept running his hand through it and saying how hot it was up on that deck.
It wasn’t all that hot. As a matter of fact, there was a strong breeze blowing, but I knew that just meant he was getting more and more wasted. Cody was too, and the last straw finally came when they both came back over to the table and Ari and Cody tried to sit in the same chair at the same time. Cody’s bare ass landed on Ari’s lap and I saw red.
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Cody and Ari stumbled back over to the table where I had sat brooding for the past hour or so, and that’s when Cody made a simple mistake, but one I should have been expecting considering how drunk he was. Ari sat down in the wrong chair and Cody fell all over himself trying to avoid him and inadvertently landed in Ari’s lap. His bare ass in Ari’s lap! I saw red, even though I knew it was an accident. It’s just that Ari had been dancing with him all night—with him naked, for all intents and purposes—and they had both been the subjects of a lot of attention from the other guys up there on the deck. I was pissed, and it was hard to hide my feelings, even though Cody jumped back up to his feet and apologized.