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“Yes,” she repeats without hesitation.

“How far would you have gone?” I ask, my heart racing in anticipation of her response. Jake looks just as eager to hear it, too.

She tilts her head a little, looking uncertain. “I’m not really sure,” she admits, pulling her lower lip in between her teeth as her nerves spike.

I give her a reassuring nod, making sure to keep my face a blank mask that gives nothing away. I don’t want my thoughts and feelings to influence them.

“But you feel comfortable enough with Jake to let him fuck you?” I ask.

Indie pauses, her eyes widening as she looks startled by my upfront question. The blush spreading across her cheeks does nothing to ease my throbbing cock.

“I do, but I probably wouldn’t have gone that far right now. We were talking about stuff we have to sort out first, and having sex would have only complicated things,” she admits.

Although Jacob is staying quiet, I see the way his eyes light up when he hears her say she trusts him enough for sex. I can only imagine how much his dick is aching right now, particularly with her shuffling on top of him.

“I heard you talking before.” Both of their eyes widen in shock at my confession.

Indie fixes her gaze on me, letting me see the conviction behind her words. “I meant what I said… I won’t choose between you. I know we aren’t in the same place we were before, but I hope one day we will be.”

For the first time in seven years, my heart beats without the lingering ache that’s been there since it was fractured beyond repair. I look over at Jacob, wondering what he thinks about what Indie’s saying, and I’m surprised that he’s being unusually quiet.

Jake lets out a sigh as he drops his gaze, refusing to make eye contact with me. “As I said to Indie, the issues we had are still there and they’re not going to go away overnight, but I really want to try. It’s been ten years and I’m still not over you.

“Now I don’t have drink and drugs to numb and distract me, I have to face my feelings like an adult. I like you, Miles, but I like Indie too,” he admits, finally lifting his gaze to meet mine, as he finds confidence in his admission.

I pull in a breath as I give him a sharp nod. “I’ve heard enough,” I say firmly. Both of them look a little scared, so I turn my heated gaze to Indie. “Kiss him.”

I leave no room for discussion in my instruction, making it clear we can talk about anything else later. For now, this is something we all need.

Indie hesitates, and Jake looks a little uncomfortable too, so I lean forwards, fixing them both with my sternest glare before focusing on Indie. “This is your first warning. Disobey me again and you’ll be punished. Do you understand?”

As soon as she hears the words, and acknowledges my tone, her eyes light up and she drops her head submissively, making my cock twitch. “Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir,” she says.

Then, without hesitation, she captures Jake’s lips with hers. He’s stunned at first, but quickly gives in when he tastes her.

They kiss passionately, and I watch in amusement as Jake’s brain catches up with him. When it does, he pulls his lips from Indie’s and drops his head back, giving them both some space. His eyes flick frantically between me and Indie, looking confused. “What the hell? Did you just call him Sir?”

I can’t keep the smirk off my face on seeing his bewilderment. Indie just shrugs, choosing not to elaborate, so I do it on her behalf.

“We’ve only really had one sexual experience, and as it was experimental, I held back a little, but I’m sure you remember that I like to be in charge?”

Jake blushes. “I figured it was just the heat of the moment, and you knowing what you wanted,” he mutters, though he doesn’t look away.

I shake my head slowly, my devilish smirk growing as my eyes narrow seductively. “No, it’s more than just wanting to be in control. I like to see my partner submit to me.”

His eyes widen comically, and he stutters, “A-and y-you like t-to punish them?”

My smirk grows as he shifts beneath Indie, pulling a soft moan from her. “It’s not like a real punishment, more of a funishment, but I enjoy putting you in your place if you forget.”

I stress the wordyou, so he knows I’m imagining pushing his limits when he forgets I’m in charge. He can be the leader outside this house, but when it’s just us, he answers to me.

He looks stunned, but curiosity burns in his eyes too. “What type of punishments?” he asks.

I turn to Indie, who has been watching our conversation with an eager expression, like this is the progress she’s been waiting for. “Why don’t you tell him?”

She shuffles on his lap, her eyes darkening as she feels his hard length beneath her. Her mouth falls open slightly, presumably when he rubs against a sensitive part, but she manages to hold back her pleasure, choosing to focus on my instructions instead.

“It depends on what I did wrong. Sometimes it’s a spanking, sometimes it’s edging or orgasm denial. He pushes me to that fine line between pleasure and pain, but never goes too far,” she explains, making it sound like this happened just yesterday, not seven years ago—not that my tastes have changed since then, but her’s might have.