Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54028 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
“So, rules.”
“Mm.” He nodded slightly. “Any fantasies, for starters? Anyone specific you hope to play with tonight?”
I hummed. To be frank, I’d changed on this topic too. Had Kingsley asked me this last month, I would’ve been content to say “Bury me in bodies.” In fact, I remembered uttering those words for a similar discussion on limits.
“No specific men, other than… It would make me very happy if my dynamic with Tate and Kingsley could include you one day.” And it didn’t seem unlikely to me. They liked Jack. “And speaking of Tate and Kingsley—they’re exploring emotional sadism with cuckolding, which I’m obviously intrigued by.”
“Obviously,” he murmured drowsily.
I grinned faintly at his languid little smirk.
“But I’d like to take it a step further,” I continued. “As part of a degradation scene, I want to be cheated on.”
He cracked one eye open. “I’m listening.”
“Under very structured circumstances, of course,” I had to add. “Such as tonight. With the window of opportunity opening when we arrive, then closing when we leave.” Nerves tightened my gut at the images that flitted past in my mind, from seeing him with Kingsley to catching him with a stranger, and I had to say something else. Something I hadn’t anticipated needing to voice, but evidently, I was all about changes these days. “I’m not immune to jealousy—the kind I don’t want to feel. I don’t want to worry about you genuinely wanting to replace me with—”
“Christ, don’t even say those words, Franklin.” Jack looked almost sick at the notion, another thing that brought immense comfort, and he repositioned himself to sit…right on my cock. Not distracting at all. “I’m not immune to jealousy either. Where you’re concerned, you can count on me getting possessive too.”
Oh damn. Why did that make me feel so good?
“I’m all for being flexible within a set of boundaries,” he said. With his mouthwatering cock on display, I couldn’t not touch him, but I was listening too. “In an established relationship, I demand complete honesty. I can’t stomach actual cheating, and I don’t wanna be blindsided by random hookups. All play with others needs to be discussed and agreed upon.”
I took an easy breath, reveling in the relief, and shifted my cock between his ass cheeks.
“You are a smooth talker, son.” I drew my fingers over the trimmed hair around his cock and felt myself getting harder and harder. “You weren’t supposed to be able to reel me in so quickly.”
He smirked and leaned over me. At first, I thought he was going to kiss me, but it turned out he was reaching for the oil. “I know a thing or two about takeovers, my beautiful whore.”
A breath gusted out of me, and it suddenly felt hot in here.
“It feels like Daddy needs something.”
I nodded jerkily and rubbed his thighs. “He needs his bossy little boy. Make Daddy feel good, please. It’s been too long.”
Probably several hours.
8
We did not bring swimwear to Macklin’s restaurant that evening.
I was buzzing with anticipation and desire as we climbed the stairs, past oblivious dinner guests, past the busy staff. The stairway leading to the rooftop was closed off with a chain and a sign that read “Private,” and Macklin unhooked one end to let us through.
I peered back at Jack and joked, “I feel so important.”
He grinned and patted me on the back. “We’ll fix that in no time.”
Nice. He was so sweet, that one.
Heavy traffic and possibly some poor planning on my part had turned us into the last guests to arrive. But upon entering the rooftop terrace, I couldn’t say I minded being twenty minutes late, because this was a picture I wanted to remember forever.
“Enjoy your evening, gentlemen,” Macklin said with a grin.
The tentlike structure kept the cold out, and this was a semi-permanent kink location while the house in Mclean underwent its post-fire makeover. Bistro lights crisscrossed in the ceiling, soft rock music played in the background, a makeshift bar and a snack buffet took up the far-right corner, the two hot tubs were in the other corner, and the front section of the area had a handful of picnic tables.
The hot tub to the left, tucked in that corner, was still empty. Reese and KC were in the other one, though.
“There you are.” Tate smiled at us. Deliciously dressed down in a pair of tight briefs. It looked like he was bringing his Master a drink.
“Hi, Franklin!” Noa waved happily from one of the tables. “Beau, Tate, and I are playing strip poker!”
Ah, so that was Beau. Maybe he was a little older than Jack.
I smiled and loosened my tie. “I guess you and Tate are not winning.”
Beau smirked faintly and scratched his trimmed beard.
I wanted the left hot tub, maybe with him in it. Or Noa or Tate or anyone. The free-for-all hot tub. I wanted to be groped in all my places by whoever joined me.