Page 15 of Filthy Rich Daddies

“Hopefully this weekend helps you figure out some new hobbies,” he says smoothly.

Thank fuck he didn’t dive deeper than that. Dean isn’t nosy—he merely likes to know where his submissive’s head is at, so he can tailor playtime to their needs.

“What changed your mind from your old hobby?” Colin asks.

The nosy bastard.

“You know how interests change when you get older. Grew out of it.”

Colin, I swear to all that is dark and dirty I will end you if you ruin this weekend by asking questions she doesn’t want to answer.

“I went from comic books to enjoying women in latex, so my hobbies didn’t change all that much,” he teases.

She giggles. “Latex like a superhero?”

“Latex like a dirty slut. Short latex dresses, bodysuits with holes in strategic spots, that kind of thing.”

“Any woman who can get into those things is a hero to me,” she teases back.

As I round the end of the bed, he kisses the inside of her ankle. “I could have something delivered, and you could be your own hero.”

Her laugh fades when she spots the bag in my hands. “A bar that long won’t fit in that thing.”

“I’m happy to surprise you.” I lift it out among the coiled rope and other accoutrements. The bar itself is black, but the shackles shine silver in the low light. “May I?”

Thalassa licks her lips once and decisively nods.

Colin takes my place at her side to give me room to work. It’s not much—a simple fastening of the shackles, and it’s done. Her legs are spread little more than they were before. I smile down at her, but she’s frowning at the bar.

“What’s that supposed to do? It’s not even that much of a hindrance.”

“Ah, yes.” I press the small knob and pull both sides, allowing the bar to telescope out one notch, adding six inches to the spread. She’s feeling more on display, judging by how her chest heaves with her breath. “How’s that?”

“Oh. Um. Okay.”

“Do you want more of a spread?”

“We can try that.” Nervous little thing.

But I appreciate her willingness to try. I telescope it out another notch. Her knees instinctively try to come together and can’t. Two pink stiff nipples vie for my attention, but it’s the way her gaze goes glass that steals the show.

This girl has submissive tendencies. I intend to help her explore them.

“That is…”

“How do you feel, pet?” Dean asks quietly.

Thalassa takes a deep breath and puffs it out. “I’m not sure.”

I smirk. I can’t help it. “I’d like you displayed more.”

She doesn’t—can’t—speak. But again, she nods.

This time, I go for three notches, the full length of the bar. It’s a small one compared to what I’ve used with more experienced subs, but it’s good for travel and for newcomers.

Her very wet pussy glistens in the low light, enticing me to ravish her with my tongue. I stroke her inner calf, and she shivers. Dean’s wandering fingers trail along her sternum, her stomach, not touching the fun bits just yet. Colin murmurs something in her ear while he draws lazy circles around her tits, also not touching them.

A raspy, quiet voice pipes out of Thalassa’s perfectly crooked smile. “What about my hands?”