Page 98 of Taking Turns

There’s a whip, a ball gag, a blindfold, and some rope. Just the way Bric likes it. And I begin to breathe a sigh of relief—that this will be somewhat familiar.

“Normally,” Smith amends Bric’s statement. “Normally he lets you choose, right, Chella?”

I nod slowly.

“But not tonight.”

My eyes shift up to his.

“I get to choose,” Smith says, reaching for… the blindfold. “And I choose this.” He steps around me and hands the blindfold to Bric. “You can do the honors.”

Bric is directly behind me. He places both hands on my shoulders as Smith backs off, his eyes never leaving mine, until he’s next to the kitchen counter, where he picks up a pair of wireless headphones.

Bric strokes my bare arms, rubbing them as he leans in to kiss my neck. I take another sip of champagne, but Smith is suddenly there, taking the fluted glass away.

“No, no, no,” he says. “A sip or two is fine. But we don’t want you drunk, Chella.”

Bric’s hands slip inside the obscenely low-cut front of my gown and then he rips it open, my skin stinging from the tape as it comes off my skin. Before I can react, he’s squeezing and twisting my nipples. “We just needed to get that taken care of.” He laughs into my ear. “Quickly.”

His chest presses into my back and I let the painful sting fade as I relax against him. His hands feel good and Smith’s eyes, as he watches us so… so very carefully, so closely, feel even better.

Bric’s mouth is on the back of my neck, then he’s expertly releasing the two buttons holding the top of my dress up. He lets it fall to my hips, exposing me to Smith’s never-wandering gaze.

Bric smiles. A very nice, appreciative smile. “Are you ready?” he asks me.

I bite my lip as Bric releases the zipper near my waist, and then the whole dress falls to the ground in a pool of fabric at my feet.

The blindfold is over my eyes before I can answer.

I reach for it, but Bric’s right there in my ear. “Shhh,” he says. “Don’t touch, Chella. Keep your hands down at your side until I tell you otherwise.”

I obey. I’m excited. Very excited. I have never had a sexual experience with two men like this before. And even though I know Smith won’t be touching, only watching, it’s exhilarating. What will he think of me? What will he think of Bric with me?

“Chella,” Smith says. And he’s closer to me now. Very close. So close I can feel the heat coming off his body. “Listen carefully, OK?”

I bite my lip again, unable to think.

“I’m going to put these noise-canceling headphones over your ears so you can’t hear anything. The only thing you’ll hear is music and the sound of my voice when I feel like talking you through something.”

My heart flutters when I realize I will be blind and essentially deaf, because I won’t be able to hear anything but what he wants me to hear.

“Think of it as an erotic soundtrack to what’s going to happen tonight.”

“What is going to happen?” I ask. The fluttering in my chest turns to pounding.

“You know what’s going to happen,” Bric says. “Tell us, so we’re sure you understand.”

“You’re… you’re going fuck me in front of Smith,” I say.

“Yes,” Bric says. “That’s what’s going to happen.”

“Maybe,” Smith says, placing the headphones over my ears. There’s a small click as he flips a switch next to my ear and then my world goes silent.

I reach up for the headphones, but my hands are slapped away. Then the music starts. A slow, hypnotic bass.

“Chella,” Smith says into the headphones. He must be talking into a mic. “Bric and I have decided not to follow the rules tonight.” He pauses and lets the music disorient me as a hand reaches for mine and begins to carefully help me walk. I have never been in this apartment, so I have no spatial awareness of where I am, where I’m going, or even who I’m with. “We have decided you don’t get to know who will fuck you tonight. You only get to experience it.”

“What?” I ask out loud. But the headphones make my voice sound like an echo inside my head. Just like Smith’s.