Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
He rumbled an appreciative sound and kissed me again. “That shy grin on your face when you call me Daddy might be the most precious thing I’ve ever seen.”
I slapped my hands over my cheeks as if to hide a blush, and he laughed warmly and continued toward the lounger. Christ, he was lethal. He made my stomach and chest feel all weird.
The four of us gathered on the sunbed, River and me up by the reclined backrests, and Reese and Tate shared the foot of the cushion. Between us was a feast of waffles, blueberry muffins, bacon and eggs, and a six-pocket to-go drinks container with coffee, juice, and…something. I didn’t know what it was, but it said River on the side of the cup.
“I didn’t tell you to strip so you could disappear in a towel, little one.” Reese reached over to me and parted the towel that pooled around my middle. “Much better.”
“I’ll say.” Tate smirked.
I didn’t know how else to react. I wasn’t sure I had an ounce of shame in my body when it came to exhibitionism and nudity, but it was a big adjustment, nevertheless. Everyone here was so open and unabashed.
“I gave Shay a warning about your weird limits,” Tate went on.
River quirked a brow but was busy sipping his coffee. Espresso, maybe? The cup was smaller.
“There’s nothing weird about our limits.” Reese pulled his tee over his head. “Not that many of them will apply to Shay. He’s different.”
They. Were. So. Fucking. Blunt.
Tate shot me an “I told you so” look.
I decided to just sit there and nibble on a waffle. I wanted to listen and figure them all out.
Reese took a swig of his coffee, then tilted his head at Tate. “What limits exactly would be weird?”
“It’s more of a combination of multiple limits,” Tate responded, chewing on a strip of bacon. “Last relationship I remember y’all having was with Emilio. There were several of us who tried to figure out the structure of your dynamic and what was allowed and not.”
River chuckled quietly to himself.
“It never occurred to you that he came up with many of them?” Reese asked. “That relationship deteriorated quickly for a reason. Sweet boy, but he could never relax. He wanted us to work around his insecurities instead of work our way through them.” He shook his head and exchanged a mildly amused glance with his brother. “For some reason, the guy trusted River more than me, so River could go off and have scenes with other bottoms, but I couldn’t. He started crying if I even hugged Ivy.”
Jesus.
“When was this?” I couldn’t help but ask.
“Hmm, about four or five years ago?” Reese guessed.
“Four,” River confirmed.
And that’d been the last established kink arrangement they’d been in?
Reese extended a napkin to me. “If you want, we can hammer out some of this now. I already know what I want for the time being.”
For the time being… Yesterday, he had said that this kink dynamic was a “good start.”
What were his plans?
“I’m all ears.” I tried not to sound too eager.
“Maybe you don’t go pedal to the metal right away,” River advised pointedly.
I grinned.
Reese scoffed. “Have some faith.” That was funny. “I’d just like to get the sharing of partners out of the way.” He wasn’t the only one. I was anxious to find out too, and I couldn’t pinpoint why. I shouldn’t care that much. “Can I speak for you here?”
“If it’s what we discussed last night, then yeah.” River nodded once.
Reese gave my foot a squeeze. “I think the best way to explain our preferences is to talk about our kinks. Sadism—both mental and physical—puts the masochist at the center. You’re our focus and our toy. Same with Daddy/Little Boy. You’re my focus there too. You draw out that part of me. And as River admitted to me last night, you make him want to explore dominance and servitude.”
Whoa, that was news to me.
“Every puppy needs an Owner,” River murmured.
I bit my lip and suppressed a shiver. Why was everything they said dripping with sex? They could read from a phone book and make it sound like porn.
“You’d be the focus there as well, Shay,” Reese continued. “All our fetishes place you in the leading role. It’s you we will use. Our pleasure will come from you, one way or another.” He paused. “My brother and I are also voyeurs.”
Man, I needed the towel back over my cock now. If he kept talking like this, I’d be hard as a rock soon.
“So.” Reese scratched his chest and picked up his beverage. “While River and I are still service Tops to a degree—we like to administer beatings at events and help out in scenes—Tate can attest that community members rarely see us in anything but nonsexual play.”
“Not for the fuck of it,” Tate agreed.