Page 31 of B is for Beg

Calvin holds me against his broad chest as they undo my wrists, freeing me. I can’t stand, so Calvin scoops me into his arms and carries me over to one of the sofas. They lay me over their laps, Calvin cradling my shoulders, Gabe stroking my legs, and cover me in a blanket. I’m still blindfolded, but it hardly seems to matter.

“How are you feeling, boy?” Gabe asks.

“Tired. But that was good, so fucking good.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” Calvin says. “Next time, we’ll have to find another way to help you come undone.”

I run my tongue over my lips and nod. Then I realise what he said. “Next time?”

His body vibrates against me as he chuckles deeply. “Yes, assuming you want there to be a next time?”

“Oh, fuck yes. Did you… did you both enjoy it?”

“Playing with you?” Gabe asks. “Yes.”

“No. Well… yes… But did you enjoy it being the three of us?”

They’re both silent, and for the first time, I wish I wasn’t blindfolded so I could read their expressions. I don’t try to take the blindfold off. They haven’t given me permission.

“Daddy?” I ask once the silence has gone on too long. “Sir?”

“It was fun,” Calvin says.

“It was sexier than I was expecting.” Gabe pats my leg. “Rest, Blake. You sound exhausted.”

I am exhausted. And happy. Our play session exceeded my wildest expectations. Not that I’d had many of those. I simply hadn’t been able to choose between the two gorgeous men.

“I want to play again,” I whisper. “With both of you. Together.”

There’s nothing else to say. They have my number, so if they want to do this again, they’ll be able to let me know.

8

Calvin

I order a drink for Gabe without thinking about it, but as I carry the tray to the table, I start to question how long I’ve known what he drinks. He hasn’t arrived yet, and I’m on the clock. I have a client coming to view the photos from her boudoir shoot. Maybe this wasn’t a good time to invite Gabe for a heart-to-heart about the party last night, but I need to talk things through with him.

I put the drinks on the table and then get rid of the tray. I sit and use my spoon to eat the cream from the top of my cappuccino until there’s only a thin layer left. I stir it in, watching as the white cream becomes stained with brown before disappearing completely.

“Hi,” Gabe says. “Thanks for the coffee.”

“Americano,” I say. “It’s what you normally drink, isn’t it?”

Gabe frowns. “You know it is.”

He takes his coat off. He’s dressed casually in a T-shirt and jeans. The T-shirt is a couple of sizes too big for him. It hangs badly on his shoulders and hides his body. It’s my turn to frown. Why am I noticing a detail like that? I’ve never cared what Gabe was wearing before.

“What’s up?” Gabe asks. “You’re looking at me funny.”

“We need to talk about last night.”

“Oh.” Gabe stirs sugar into his coffee, concentrating on his task rather than looking at me. “It was hot.”

I can’t deny that. What I can’t figure out is if it was hot because Blake became a quivering, whimpering wreck or because Gabe and I did that to him together. I’ve never looked at Gabe as anything other than a friend before, but after last night, my head is all kinds of muddled. All we did was touch, kiss, and fondle Blake. Sure, Gabe and I brushed against each other. But we didn’t attempt to kiss each other or touch each other erotically. We were two Doms, taking care of the same sub.

“Would you want to play with Blake again?” I clear my throat. “The three of us? He made it clear he’d be up for it.”

Gabe is still stirring his coffee, even though the sugar must have well and truly dissolved by now. He slows the spoon so it almost looks like moving it in slow motion.