Page 26 of B is for Beg

He shakes his head firmly. “No. That’s definitelynotwhat I’m imagining.”

“What are you picturing?”

He looks towards the limited equipment. “I think we’re in the wrong room… but me, tied up, with the two of you doing what you want to me.”

I raise my eyebrows. “Anything within your limits, you mean?”

“Yeah, obviously.” He sighs. “It’s clear you’re not up for it. Forget it.”

I’m not sure I can, especially now my thoughts are conjuring up images of Blake tied to a whipping post while Cal and I lavish attention on him.

“Blake…”

He steps away from me. “I need some space. Apology accepted.”

He walks away from me, sits on an empty sofa, and leans forward onto his knees, his stare directed towards the play area.

Instead of following him, I sit next to Cal.

“How did it go?” he asks.

“Okay.” I scratch my beard under my chin. “He wants us to share him.”

“Share?”

“At the same time,” I clarify. I search my friend’s face. “Is that something you’d consider?”

“Would you?”

I shrug. “I’ve never shared a boy with anyone before.”

“It could be hot.”

I nod. It could be incredibly hot “I’m a Daddy, and you’re…”

“Not?”

“Exactly. He wants us to tie him up,” I say, helping Cal to share the picture in my mind.

Cal shifts position and adjusts his trousers. He’s wearing a fitted leather vest top, which showcases his huge muscles wonderfully. I’ve never really appraised his body before, other than to register that he’s tall and buff compared to me. He’s what the media would tell you is the ideal male, without explaining how hard it is to get and keep a body like that. Not just hard, but borderline dangerous unless you’re careful. Cal is a health freak, so I know he doesn’t do dumb things like going without water for hours on end in order to look more ripped, but plenty of bodybuilders do.

Cal taps my chest and points to Blake. The gorgeous young man is staring at us. As we watch, he pulls his T-shirt off, revealing his bare, waxed chest. He leans down and takes his clumpy military boots off. His feet are encased in fishnets. Is he wearing stockings?

“He’s putting on a show for us,” Cal says as if I didn’t know.

I run my tongue over my lip as Blake stands and undoes his jeans. He pushes them down his legs achingly slowly, revealing a red satin garter harness, which sits over a black lacy thong. We’re not the only people watching. His little striptease is attracting alotof attention.

“If we don’t claim him, someone else will,” Cal says as Blake steps out of his jeans and stands tall.

He crosses his arms and raises his chin, a soft smile curling his lips. Damn, he’s gorgeous. I want to make him my boy tonight. Am I willing to share him with Cal to make it happen?

Blake turns around, showing us the way the red harness crosses over the top of his arse and goes between his thighs. He’s wearing fishnet stockings with a wide band of lace at the top. I’m practically salivating at the way the black thong disappears into his crack. I want to dig it out with my tongue.

“Don’t move,” I say to Cal.

He gives me a questioning look but obeys as I go to retrieve a green loop from the bowls at the edge of the room. I add it to my wristband, wanting to keep all my options open. Allouroptions. I stand behind the sofa and squeeze Cal’s shoulder.

“Share? For one night?”