“We haven’t done anythin’ in the dojo,” Colt said. “That’s Nathan and Natalie’s domain.”
“But we have more mattresses,” Reese supplied. “Should be about a dozen of the ones we built platforms for last year. They don’t slide apart either.”
Fantastic, they were the comfortable ones too. Twice as thick as the regular ones.
I liked my comfort.
“Perfect,” I said. “I’ve got some carrying to do. You need a hand with any other setup? I saw online youse’ve been busy all day.”
“Yeah, but I reckon we’ve got a handle on things, eh?” Reese glanced at the others. “Ain’t much left. We can’t prepare anythin’ related to snacks and drinks until tomorrow anyway.”
“I wouldn’t mind helping you in the dojo,” Greer said. “I booked a spot in one of the orgy rooms, but I’d rather end up next to friends than strangers.”
Even better. “Sounds good to me. Jordan’s curious, so that’ll give him more to watch.” I jerked my chin at KC. “Any chance I can convince you and your three too?”
“Sure.” He shrugged. “I’ll let Lucian know.”
“Hold on,” Reese said. “So it’s gonna be your three quads in the dojo?”
“What about you, airman?” I looked to Colt.
He grinned faintly. “We might stop by for a visit, but we’re sleepin’ in the cabin.”
At the sound of someone approaching behind me, I glanced over my shoulder and smiled. Nate had survived his talk with my mother.
“There he is, Ash’s better half,” Reese said.
“Congratulations again, man,” Colt said to Nate.
Greer extended his hand. “Absolutely, congrats. Good to see you again, buddy.”
“Thank you, gentlemen.” Nate smiled and shook his hand.
Reese took over the conversation again, seemingly determined to figure out where he could get his inner voyeur satisfied during the ball, and Nate returned my phone to me.
“You got a few messages from James,” he said quietly.
All right, then. I opened it and lifted my brows. Hot damn, that was a wall of several texts.
I angled the screen so Nathan could read too.
Boss, you asked me to open up, so here goes. I wanna be used, plain and simple. If you need something during worktime, feel free to use me. If Nathan needs something during lunch, send me over there to satisfy him. Don’t feel the need to include me when you play with Jordan. I’d love to just watch in the corner. Make me feel like I can’t do what you and Nathan do to him. Of course I’d like to feel secure in our dynamic, and as long as I do, I want a different treatment when we get together. In a sexual setting, whether it’s the four of us in our guest room or just you and me heading to work, be dismissive toward me. Belittle me. Call me demeaning names. Push me down.
I want to be uncomfortable within the confines of a comfort zone. I’d say Mclean House is a comfort zone. My home is a comfort zone. The truck we drive to worksites is a comfort zone. I’d imagine Nathan’s office is a comfort zone too.
I love being edged and denied orgasms. Walking around turned on and desperate pushes me into a mental state that I love being trapped in. With Jordan, I get off maybe once a week. That’s perfect for me. He’s mainly the top in our marriage, so I’m happy that he gets to bottom for y’all. I only ever want to bottom, but to please him, of course I top him too.
At the moment, Jordan and I want to be exclusive with you and Nathan. But in the future, if we wish to engage in group play, we want you and Nathan to bein control there too. For instance, if you “rent” me out or order me to service friends you trust.
I will try harder to communicate better, but trust that I know my safewords, and if playtime at any moment doesn’t work for me, I will speak up.
Fucking hell.
I cleared my throat. “We can work with this, can’t we?”
“I think we can. Jesus Christ.”
Yeah.
