Page 129 of B is for Beg

Blake bites his lower lip. “I’d like that, Sir.”

“Go to the playroom, baby boy,” Gabe says.

“And take everything off,” I add. “Except your pretty panties.”

“Yes, Daddy. Yes, Sir.”

Blake turns, then obviously remembers that he’s supposed to take his shoes off and stops to do that before hurrying into the playroom. Once we’ve taken our shoes and coats off at a more leisurely pace, Gabe puts his hands on my hips and demands a kiss from me.

“We’re really going to move in together,” he says wistfully.

“You bet.”

“I do hope we get that apartment. It was amazing.”

“Please tell me you thought what I did?”

Gabe raises his eyebrows.

“Blake. Ropes.”

“The staircase?”

I hum in agreement, the thought turning me on.

“Oh, I did. That’s not theonlyreason I like the apartment, though.”

“Of course not.”

Chuckling, Gabe takes my hand and leads me into the playroom. Blake is ready for us—naked apart from his lace knickers, standing in the centre of the room, head bowed, hands relaxed and by his sides. I start by selecting a green blindfold. He is wearing royal purple knickers, which are delicate despite their bold colour. The contrast between green and purple will look phenomenal.

“I’m going to blindfold you now, princess,” I say, holding it in front of Blake.

He tilts his face up, smiling as he allows me to make his world dark. I stand back as Gabe gets to work with the ropes. I love watching him work, even more so when it’s Blake who he’s binding. Gabe uses the rope to tie knots around Blake’s chest, forming an intricate harness with a diamond over his sternum. He speaks softly to Blake through the process, letting him know what he’s doing, checking in to make sure he’s okay. He’s far more nurturing in the way he interacts with Blake than I will ever be, but it’s part of what makes us so good together. We’re the perfect mixture our princess needs. Together, we can take care of Blake as good Doms should and meet all his needs.

Next, Gabe binds Blake’s arms to his chest so his fists are against his pecs, knuckles knocking together.

“Would you give our boy a hug?” Gabe asks. “Keep him warm while I rig up the suspension rope?”

I don’t need to be asked twice. I step close to Blake and wrap my arms around him, stroking his back to keep him warm. The close contact makes me wish I was already naked. I watch as Gabe uses several lengths of rope to create a thick column that he threads through the metal loop. He winches it up to the ceiling. He waves me aside, and I undress as Gabe binds the hanging column of rope to the back of Blake’s harness.

“I’m going to lift you off the floor, baby boy,” Gabe says.

“Yes, Daddy.” Excitement raises Blake’s voice by at least half an octave.

Gabe hoists our princess up a little way into the air, ties the rope off carefully, and then sets about binding ropes that look a little like stirrups around Blake’s feet. He uses longer ropes to connect the stirrups to the chest harness, raising Blake’s legs so his thighs are in a straight line with his body, but his knees are bent, and his shins are parallel to the floor. Finally, Gabe lifts Blake higher until his groin is level with Gabe’s face.

“Wow,” I whisper.

“Is that your seal of approval?” Gabe asks.

“Most definitely.”

“Do I look nice, Sir?” Blake asks.

“Fucking gorgeous, princess,” I tell him.

“How are you feeling?” Gabe asks.