Page 85 of Various Intentions

“Is it really that bad?” I asked.

He shrugged. “I’ve been thinking about using my safeword.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. But I think if I do, I’ll regret it.”

“Vincent, we can stop whenever you want. I’m not legitimately trying to torture you.”

He raised his eyebrows at me.

“Okay, fine. But only if it’s good for you.” I ran my fingers through his short hair and kissed him on the cheek. “Would it help if I remind you how sexy I find it that you’re wearing that cage because I’ve told you to, and that you are relying on me for any sexual pleasure you might be permitted to receive?” I nibbled the shell of his ear.

Vincent whimpered. “Yes.”

“That helps?”

“Yes…more.”

I laughed, puffing hot breath onto his wet lobe. He shivered.

“You are so hot when you submit to me and my evil wishes. I love to tease you past the point of sanity, my darling.”

“Is that what’s going to happen tomorrow?”

“You bet your bottom, baby.”

“Okay. Will I get to come after?”

“After what?”

“You know, after I do what you’re going to make me do.”

“Which is?”

Vincent glanced toward the hall. “I don’t want to say it. Taylor might hear.”

“Then whisper in my ear.”

“Fine.” Vincent put his mouth to my ear. “After I fuck you with the strap-on.”

“And Matteo.”

“AndMatteo.”

I grinned, pulling away and biting my lower lip in anticipation. I nodded.

The way Vincent’s eyes lit up was comical.

“If you do a good job of it—and please us and don’t complain, I will let you come.”

“Really? You’re not tricking me?”

“I’m not tricking you. I promise to let you come tomorrow if you fuck us both senseless with the dildo.”

“Okay.”

“So, you’ll perk up? And be cheerful?”