Page 33 of Bound By Brielle (Crave & Cure Productions)

Now can we get Brielle on board? Most people have adverse reactions to lifestyles they don’t understand. I swipe the razor through the foamy surface of the water in my sink, dragging it slowly down my cheek again.

Dark hairs cloud the surface as I stare into the basin. I hope this is the end of the struggle. I hope this works.

But I can’t turn off my organizational and directorial mind. If she does get on board with what we like, and we’re good together sexually, all three of us—can we be in anactualrelationship?

I want Lance back, and not temporarily. Not just physically. Not just as a pet a few times a week.

I want him forever, but can the three of us fall into that same desperate and needy state, all together?

If we can’t, there’s no longevity to us, and therefore, only more pain.

I truly believe that we can have more than sex and submission. I believe our hearts are already intertwined, and we’re only expanding on that with every conversation.

I finish shaving, and pull a plush terry towel down my cheeks and jaw, swiping the remnants of shaving cream from my jugular. In just sweats, I pad down the hall and snatch my phone from the nightstand before collapsing into my bed. It’s after one in the morning, but I text him anyway.

You up?

He wastes no time responding, and I can envision him strewn across his bed, muscled chest gleaming under the low lights in his room. My cock stirs at the thought.

You know I am.

Are you thinking about Brielle’s offer?

I am. But you realize, we agreed to it already, right?

I stroke my hand down my stomach, pinching the happy trail that disappears beneath the band of my sweats. Lance loves the strip of dark hair I keep here. He loves following it with his tongue before he sucks me into his mouth, his hands sunk into my thighs. I slide my palm beneath the waistband, and clutch my naked, partially hard cock as I use my free hand to text him back.

I know.

I’d agree to anything to have more time with you.

But I respect Brielle. I like her. I don’t want to use her.

I know you like her, too.

You’re tiptoeing.

I pump my fist down my cock, imagining his warm lips around me.

Fine

I thicken in my fist and my eyes roll shut in response, because touching myself with the possibility ofusfloating in the air, nearly graspable—my cock thrums with need, a need so intense my groin nearly goes numb.

Can you see yourself with her? In a relationship?

Dots appear, and while he chooses his words, I close my eyes again, imagining Brielle between my legs this time. I feel her warm mouth take me in, hear her feminine moans as she suckles my length, Lance behind her, fucking her in slow, dizzying strokes. My eyes open, and I see he’s responded.

Yes

That response both hurts and makes me happy.

The three of us together

My chest lightens as I read and reread his text message. I continue working my fist, and wonder if this proposition has him as hard as I am.

I have concerns

I blink at the screen, and my fist temporarily pauses as the emoji comes onto the screen. Lance’s sense of humor always strikes gold at just the right time.

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