Page 73 of Whirlwind

They’d meant to make it a statement, but it came out as a question. Dammit.

Parker folded them into his arms. He kissed lightly up their jaw to their ear. “We may have more in common than you expected.”

He continued the feather light kisses down their chest, then circled one nipple with his tongue. He cupped their swell of breast with one hand and switched to rubbing the flat disk with his thumb.

So, apparently that wasn’t going to be a problem. But… “What did you mean that we have something in common?”

Parker grinned. “I’m trans.” He waited a beat, then added a sardonic “surprise!”

“Wait, really?” Dakota looked between Ben and Parker. Apparently, they were the only one surprised by this revelation.

Ben gave a solemn, approving nod. He knew and he was cool with it, which made Dakota feel better, too.

“Yeah,” Parker confirmed with a shrug. “I’ve been on T for, like, a decade so I kinda forget to mention it sometimes. I figured you’d be cool with it.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m cool with it.”

“The way I see it, I can always win the contest for having the biggest dick.”

Ben rolled his eyes.

Parker leaned in closer. “Or maybe find the dick that’s exactly the right size for that hot little cunt of yours.”

Dakota shivered. Yeah, that sounded really good. It was hard to get lost in the moment when they and their partner were both worried about pushing too hard. And Parker looked like he wanted to ream them. With the right sized strap on…

Ben eventually interrupted the moment. “Anything else you wanted to discuss? Maybe if Parker could stop mauling you for a minute...”

Parker only pulled back slightly, still holding them.

“Safe words?”

Ben’s gaze darkened. “What are they, brat?”

And now the game was back on. “Red for stop. Yellow to check in.”

“Any other interests or limits we should know about?”

“Bondage and impact play are a go. I’m not fragile. Don’t draw blood or leave marks that would be visible when I’m in scrubs. Not into watersports or humiliation. Otherwise,” they batted their eyes, “I live to serve.”

Oh-so-controlled Ben let out his breath in an audible gust. That was the weird sort of power to being a sub, knowing how you could affect your Dom. Or Doms.

“Living room. Now.” Ben’s voice was deep and steady. He tilted his head to indicate the direction.

Dakota walked hesitantly from the foyer into what seemed to be the living room. The furniture was clean and modern without being severe or stuffy.

They stood uncertainly in the middle of the room. Their stomach was fluttery and tight in all the best ways.

“Turn,” Ben commanded.

They complied, swinging their hips and highlighting their ass with a little flounce. They felt deliciously objectified. Ben loomed a few feet away, while Parker lounged casually against the door frame.

“Strip. Let us see you,” Parker suggested, as though he were proposing an idea for dinner. It didn’t come anywhere close to a command, but it still made Dakota dizzy with want.

How did Parker manage to own everything that he saw without needing to lift a finger? It was like he used his calm disinterest as a tool.

Thinking about it helped distract Dakota from the actual meaning of the command. They pulled down their underwear, trying to be seductive.

Now was not the time to think about the little paunch on their belly or their atypical genitals. Their only job was to please their Doms. They just needed to get into the right headspace again.