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As the message ended, Robbie brought his phone down and stared at it, and was stunned to discover that this time around, the words didn’t cut as deep. They didn’t hurt as badly as they had a week ago. Shit, was that really only a week ago? Yeah, it was. And as he sat there, he made a decision.
Robbie reached out and swiped the phone to delete the message, and once it was gone, he scrolled through his contacts to Elliot’s number and wrote, We need to talk, ASAP. Next, he found Julien’s number and opened up a text.
He wasn’t going to sit around and pine after the unobtainable anymore. Not when there were two very available, very intriguing, super-hot men interested in him. He’d spent the better part of last year getting over an asshole who didn’t appreciate who he was, and this year was going to be about fun.
It was going to be about rediscovering who he was, and if he were honest, he’d never felt more himself than he had over the past week, and that had everything to do with Julien and—God help him—Priest.
What was it Priest had said? “We don’t want to change you to suit us. We want you because of who you already are.” And Robbie knew he wasn’t lying. Hell, that was Priest’s golden rule, to always tell the truth, and around them, Robbie never felt the need to censor his words or be anything other than himself. They were just as out there, in their own ways, as he was, and maybe that was what he needed. Something a little…unorthodox.
Robbie’s fingers flew across the keyboard on his phone, and when he read the words back to himself, he smirked and hit send.
Robbie: So, you two aren’t into, like, whips or anything, are you?
Not two seconds later, he got a response.
Julien: Princesse, we were hoping we’d hear from you. One minute.
Robbie felt a bead of sweat pop out on his forehead as he waited, and yeah, he kept his eyes on the little clock in the corner of the phone. Two minutes passed, and then a group thread popped up with Julien and Unknown.
Unknown: Robert, aren’t you at work?
Robbie rolled his eyes, opened the contact, and added Priest’s name.
Robbie: Yes, DAD. I’m on break.
Priest: Watch yourself. Nothing I’m thinking about you is fatherly. Although I keep thinking a spanking might do you good.
Robbie grinned, and a shiver of anticipation raced up his spine from wondering how that would feel. He kicked off his shoes and crossed his legs on the couch.
Robbie: Geez, stop thinking about my ass for two seconds, Priest. Talk about a one-track mind. I have questions for you.
Julien’s text popped up next, and Robbie wondered if they were sitting at the condo right now eating dinner, and suddenly found himself wishing he was there with them.
Julien: Ask us anything, and we’ll answer.
Robbie: Whips, canes, nipple clamps… Stuff that hurts. I’m not into that.
Priest: Neither are we.
Robbie: But you like control. Both of you do. You said you want to control me—tell me what to do. How do I know you won’t tell me to do something that hurts?
Julien: Because you just told us you don’t want to, and we aren’t into S&M.
Priest: We are into D&S. Dominance & submission.
Robbie’s cock kicked at the words on his screen, and he reached down to massage it.
Robbie: Explain. So I can read it later tonight, and totally get off thinking about it.
Priest: Meaning, we want to tell you what to do and we want you to WANT to do it. Like the other night at the restaurant. Another example, if that’s what you’re after, would be me telling you to get on your hands and knees, and then ordering Julien to fuck you while I watch.
Oh shit. Robbie shut his eyes and rested his head back on the couch, remembering how hot it had been to follow Priest’s orders. Swallowing back the moan that wanted to slip free, Robbie refocused on his phone.
Robbie: This is just in the bedroom, right? The control thing?
Priest: If that’s what you want. Of course, if things change, we can certainly discuss that later.
Robbie bit down on his lip. What does he mean by that?
Julien: We would never do anything to harm you. And any time you want to stop, you say the word, and it stops.
Robbie had no trouble believing that. These two men were not the type to force someone. But there was still one question he really wanted answered.
Robbie: How do I know who to listen to if you’re both there?
Julien: I think you already know that answer.
Priest. Hands down it was Priest. Robbie couldn’t imagine anyone telling him what to do. He was about to write something along those lines when his phone lit up.
