Page 61 of Turning Back

“I want to,” she says. “But I need you to know—”

“Shhh,” Quin says, silencing her lips with a kiss. “No talking. You need to behave or I’ll have Bric bend you over and spank your pussy.”

His threat to Rochelle excites me. I’ve never played too hard with her. Never did much more than introductory bondage. But I’m totally up for making changes. “Feel free to mouth off, Rochelle.”

She laughs and reaches up, slipping her hand around the back of my neck to draw me closer. Her head tilts and I start kissing her neck. Quin’s hands are still on mine, both of us vying for the privilege of playing with her tits. Quin continues kissing her lips, but he reaches for my suit coat, pulling it down my shoulders. I let it slip to the floor and back off one step so I can loosen my tie.

Quin grins at me, even as he kisses Rochelle.

This part, at least, feels very familiar.

“Tie her up,” Quin says.

I squint my eyes at him for a second.

“Tier her up,” he repeats. “I want her tied to that bar.” He nods his head up towards the ceiling at the metal pipe bars I have hanging in various places over the bed, indicating the one that runs lengthwise from the foot of the bed to the head. “You have rope here?”

“Well,” I say, looking around. “Sure.” The baby wasn’t the only thing I prepared for when I got the loft ready for us.

“Tell him what you want, Rochelle,” Quin says. He’s grasping her face between his thumb and fingers, holding her tight as he makes her look in my direction. “Tell him.”

I think I’m a little startled at this new development. “Rochelle?”

She looks at Quin, then me… and nods. “OK.”

“You know what he’s doing?” I ask her.

She nods.

“What am I doing?” Quin coos in her ear as he resumes playing with her tits.

“Punishing me,” she says.

He chuckles. And then he gets dead serious and says, “Fuck, yes, I’m punishing you. But it’s your choice, Rochelle. So if you’re not into it, just say so.”

“And don’t blame you tomorrow if it all goes to shit?” she asks.

I have to hand it to her for not cowering.

“If you think multiple orgasms is ‘going to shit,’ well. So be it.” Quin waits for her answer. He wants to hurt her right now. And he’s going to use me to do it because he’s not into the punishment stuff—and I am.

I let go of Rochelle and walk over to one of the bedside tables. Inside is a coil of soft rope, some lube, a blindfold, handcuffs, and a few other essentials.

I get the rope, slip the lube in my pocket, and close the drawer, uncoiling the rope as I walk back over to them. “How do you want her?” I ask.

“Hanging. Heels high.”

“Jesus, Quin,” I say.

He shrugs at me. “She can say no.” He turns to look at Rochelle. “Do you wanna say no?”

“I’ll let you know when to stop,” she says. Defiance is written all over her face. He’s challenging her to tell him no. She’s challenging him to keep going.

Quin grins. “Good. Then let’s begin.”

Well, this is about to get interesting.

Stepping closer to Rochelle, I grab the two ends of the rope together, then slide it through my fingertips until I find the center point. “Have I ever tied you this way?”