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Something about being in front of all those people while in super skimpy outfits just felt scary. Which is super weird when I think about it. It doesn’t bother me to be observed during scenes at Club Sin. And I’m in way less clothes then. Maybe, it feels safer because everyone knows the rules at the club and there are people who make sure to keep us all safe. That’s important, now more than ever for someone like me.
“How slow are we talking about going?” I know I’m not ready to jump into the deep end and let them collar me. If that’s even what they’re considering.
I don’t want to go so slow I miss out on orgasms, though. All week long my body’s been driving me nuts with the need to come. Nothing I do is as intense or satisfying as what the three of them managed in just one evening. I’m not sure it’s possible to fall for three guys at one time this fast, but it’s definitely possible to get addicted to the pleasure they can give. I think I was hooked after the first orgasm.
“What are you asking, little sub. Be clear.” The only one who doesn’t have their hands on me in some way or another is Garen. His eyes feel like a physical caress just the same, and now that I’ve seen him in action—felt him in action—it’s impossible to miss the barely leashed sadist in his gunmetal gray gaze.
Memories of the way he attacked my clit and ate at me as if he was a T-rex snatching prey from the jaws of lesser dinosaurs have kept my panties soaked for days. I don’t know what speed everything else should move at, but I know I wanna go at whatever speed makes more of that happen again. As soon as possible.
“Um, like, maybe, we could do more of what we did the other night. Only without some of the restrictions.”
“What restrictions are you asking to forego, pet?” Felix’s hand flexes over mine, his excitement palpable and feeding my own.
“We could do the things that were off limits the other night. If you guys want to come over, that would be okay.”
Being direct is hard. I’m not cut out for making decisions when it comes to this stuff. I get why they’re being so careful with me, but I’m not going to break.
“No. You’ll come to our place. I imagine there’s more room at our condo.” Archer lifts his hand to signal politely for the check, and his decisiveness soothes my nerves.
“Okay, Sir.” I let Garen pull me to my feet and Felix hands me into my coat.
“Wait! I don’t have…you know…” I don’t think anyone around here’s paying us much attention, but I can’t bring myself to talk about my kinkster gear in a vanilla space.
“All we need is you, pet. Everything else is just for decoration.” Something about the way Felix shows his simple appreciation for me rings my chimes. I could definitely get used to the way these three look after me.
CHAPTER17
ARCHER
If I had any doubts, the past hour or two of hanging out with Poe at the cafe she chose showed me there’s nothing to worry about. Sure, there’s still shit to work out, like how to get her to move to Mariposa with us and what it’ll take to make this thing permanent. She’s got shit to resolve for herself, too. Things to process and heal from whatever happened last year that she still hasn’t told us about.
So yeah, that’s all important stuff. It’s all navigable now that we know she’s in. As long as I know she’s open to being the pivot in our quad, everything else is just details. I excel at details.
Although, I guess thinking of her as our pivot isn’t entirely accurate. Not as long as there’s whatever there is between Garen and Felix. It’s all good, though. I may not want a piece of that action for myself, but I can absolutely appreciate how hot it is to watch.
“Strip, little sub.”
Somehow, I zoned out as we transitioned from the back seat of the town car to the condo. Now Garen’s ordering Poe to get naked, and I damn near missed the show.
“Felix, will you grab my go bag? I assume it was delivered back here while we were at the cafe. I need it.” Garen’s stepped into the void my wandering attention created, and for now, I’m willing to stand by and watch what he plans.
“Wha-what’s that for?” Poe’s fear is a tangible wall going up between her and us. I step behind her and pull her into the shelter of my arms. I won’t let whatever she’s afraid of hurt her.
“When you said you were game for things that were off limits the other night, I thought you might mean a bit of bondage was on the agenda. Are you uncomfortable with that?” Garen drops the silk paracord back on top of the bag he’d just opened.
“It’s just, I mean, I’m scared to be tied up again. Last time didn’t go so well.”
Pieces click into place. Shane at the club referenced a scene gone wrong. One without malice on behalf of the rope rigger, but traumatic for Poe nonetheless. I know using ropes is important to Garen, though. It’s part of his kink expression. I watch to see how this plays out. I trust him, but I’ll protect her if he pushes too hard.
“I have an idea.” He casts his attention to Felix.
“Strip.” He nods at Felix and turns back to Poe. I think Felix already figured out what Garen’s thinking, because he doesn’t question him at all, just immediately starts dropping clothes to the floor.
“How about this, little sub? If Archer’s game to let me orchestrate tonight, even though I know that’s his jam, you and I can have a bit of fun with Felix over there.” He nods his head at Felix, who’s standing in nothing but his boxers as he hops from foot to foot to pull off his socks.
“What kinda fun?” Interest is clear in her voice, and the trembling stops.
“Well, I can tie him up just like I’d like to do to you one day, so you can see what it’ll look like. Then you and I can play with him while he’s all tied up at our mercy. Won’t that be fun?” Garen looks like a kid in a candy shop.
