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CHAPTER 7

Reese

I ushered Cory and Jason into the nearest open playroom and closed the door behind me. The lock engaged automatically, and at the sound of it, Jason turned and gave me a wry grin.

“If I’ve never told you before, you look fucking gorgeous with that harness on.”

“You have,” I said, an unexpected heat flooding my cheeks. “Cory, sit up on the bed there, please.”

“I thought we weren’t having sex,” Cory said, but did as I told him anyway.

“The couch just felt too much like a cuck.” I shrugged.

Jason ran his hand through his long brown waves, laughing at the both of us before reaching back behind him to grab his shirt. He pulled it up and over his shoulders, then tossed it onto the couch.

“Do you want me on my knees, Reese?” he asked.

I’d played with Jason more than a few times over the years, fucked him almost as many, and he’d never once called me Sir. I’d never asked him to, either. The honorific wasn’t something important to me, but something about the way my nerves sang whenever Cory used it on me had, for the first time, shown me the appeal of that whole song and dance.

“I want you to take off the rest of your clothes,” I said.

From the corner of my eye, I watched Cory slowly rub his hand over his groin, readjusting not just his cock but also his body on the bed.

Jason was a good listener and a fun man to scene with. He wasn’t a masochist, but he didn’t hate pain, and he wasn’t a submissive, but he wasn’t scared to get on his knees. He liked to fuck without attachment, which for many years made him the perfect man for me.

Jason stripped himself naked and faced me with his palms up, every muscle in his body begging the question what next ?

I thought, a little too late, that I was already in over my head with Cory. I could have felt Jason’s body with my eyes closed and picked him out of a crowd. I’d gotten us both off more times than I could count, but faced with the prospect of his compliance, I found myself focused entirely on Cory and the way his stare felt against my shoulder from across the room.

“And now what, Reese?” Cory asked, a gentle encouragement that forced me back into my own body.

I went to the other side of the room, opened up the stocked armoire that always provided a selection of basic—sanitized—toys. There were cuffs, rope, gags, floggers, paddles, nipple clamps, condoms, and generously sized bottles of lube. I grabbed nipple clamps, because Jason loved them, a bright red ball gag, and a thick leather flogger. I took everything to the couch and dumped it, save for the ball gag and the nipple clamps, which I balanced over one outstretched finger.

Jason swallowed hard, licking his lips and opening his mouth without needing to be told.

“You make this so easy,” I whispered to him, placing the ball into his mouth and adjusting the straps around the back of his head. I fastened the clasp in place and stepped back, pleased to see the spit already pooling in the corners of his mouth.

I waited until the first trickle broke free of his lower lip, then I tweaked his nipples with my fingers until they were hard. Jason groaned, hips bucking his already thickening cock in my direction. I attached the biting metal clamps to his nipples, then gave a short tug to the connecting chain. Jason’s lashes fluttered, and I wondered what kinds of things he did in the bedroom with Val and Barclay. If they ever played this way together.

“Turn around and show my friend how good you look like this,” I said, taking a step away to catch my breath.

Jason turned, revealing himself to Cory, whose eyes widened in appreciation. His hand was still in his lap, massaging his cock through the stretched denim of his jeans.

“Can I take my cock out, Reese?” he asked.

Jason turned back to me, his eyes flashing with amusement that burst through the haze of his arousal.

“You may,” I granted.

Cory kept his stare on me and Jason as he fought down his fly, and I waited until he was inches away from making a fist around his dick before I spoke again. “I didn’t say you could touch it.”

Jason hummed, and Cory made a less impressed sound in the back of his throat. He was as hard as I was, cock jutting out of his pants and pointing angrily toward the ceiling. I was drunk on a familiar kind of power, one I’d almost forgotten since I’d started falling into bed with Cory. It was dominance and submission. It was control.

It was power.

“May I touch it?” he asked.

I arched a brow.

“May I touch it, Sir?” he asked next.

I hooked my finger through the chain on Jason’s nipple clamps, then I took a step back toward the couch.

“No,” I said simply. “You may not.”

I sank down onto the edge of the couch and brought Jason to his knees. I picked up the flogger and gave it a test swing through the air. The falls crashing against each other as they settled back into place sent a thrill up my spine, and I fisted Jason’s hair with my free hand.

“Come here,” I said, breathier than I’d hoped. I pulled his face between my legs and rubbed his cheeks and his gagged mouth across the heat burning through my jeans. He made a sound low in his throat, understanding what I wanted from him without more prompting.

This wasn’t sex, not even close, but the way Cory looked at me with fire in his eyes as Jason rubbed his face over my cock through my pants sure as fuck felt like it. Cory licked his lips, already sitting on his hands. He’d scooted to the foot of the bed, his entire body swaying forward as he settled into his front row seat.

“You asked for this,” I reminded him.

“I’m desperate for—” I didn’t hear the last word that came out of his mouth.

Desperate for you.

Desperate for it.

Desperate for this.

It shouldn’t have mattered, but somehow it did.

I swung the flogger over the broad length of Jason’s back, the sound of leather falls thudding against his ass drowning out anything besides the understated intake of Cory’s breath from across the room.