Page 127 of Forfeits

I covered my ears. “Nope. Nope. I don’t want to know.”

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, nothing like that…only lusting after all the guys on the football team. I didn’t get any action until I was fourteen.”

“Oh my God,” I said.

“Fourteen?” Aiden said.

“What? I was old enough to know better but young enough not to care.” He waved his hand in the air. “It wasn’t anything major. Just a couple of blowies behind the bleachers. Those football players weren’t as straight as they pretended.”

“They never are,” Aiden said, laughing.

We had some time to spare before our booking in the Bordello. Maverick Molly’s was one of a kind, and we enjoyed the ambience of the gaming parlor. The seductively clad molly boys and occasional ribald performances primed our appetites for later.

I’d noticed a glint in Aiden’s eye ever since we’d gotten in the car to come to Molly’s for a much-needed visit to the Bordello. He was planning something, but he hadn’t told me what. I wondered if it would be more pony play, or a simple—it was never simple—session on the St. Andrew’s cross or the spanking bench. We’d talked about formal kinds of medical play but for now stuck with practical applications at his place.

Now that things in my life had stabilized, I wasn’t feeling so stressed, and I didn’t need the distraction of a session in the same way as I had before—but boy did I want it.

I had arranged with Annie and Brian to let them have Lucy for two weekends a month instead of one, and for an extra couple of weeks in the summer. I expected another kitten to appear at some point, but I think Annie was still dealing with the trauma of Lilly’s death and the resurgence of her grief over the death of their son.

In fact, Lucy was there this weekend, so I had the freedom to enjoy Aiden’s company without the worry of any interruptions.

Annie had written a very nice note in which she had apologized to Robin for her behavior the night they’d found him looking after Lucy, and she’d even wrapped up a pretty blue and pink scarf that she thought he might like. He’d looked skeptical when I’d passed him the parcel and the note, but after reading it, he blinked rapidly then ripped open the present, exclaiming at Annie’s generosity and immediately wrapping the gauzy scarf around his slim neck.

“Tell her she’s forgiven,” he said, flouncing off to show the other molly boys his gift and letting the note flutter to the floor. I picked it up and put it in my pocket, giving Aiden a wry look.

“At least we know how to get on his good side if we ever screw up,” I said.

“Come on,” Aiden said. “Let’s get the key.”

As we approached the bar, Sebastian smiled.

“Good evening, Fletcher,” he said in a rather smug way, and I looked at Aiden, who also had a secret smile on his face.

“Oh no. Something’s going on,” I said, gazing back and forth between the two of them.

“Oh no,” Sebastian said, leaning forward on his elbows, seemingly innocent. Too innocent. “Nothing’s going on.”

“Nothing at all,” Aiden echoed.

They looked at me like they had a secret, but they weren’t going to tell me anything.

“Uh-huh. Gaslighting at its finest,” I muttered. “Whatever. It had better be good.”

“What had?” Aiden asked blithely.

“Whatever you two are plotting. If it’s not something spectacularly depraved, I’m going to be sorely disappointed.”

Sebastian smiled wider and he straightened. “Well then. I don’t think we have anything to worry about. Do you?” he asked Aiden.

Aiden only shook his head slowly back and forth and held out his hand. Sebastian gave him the key.

* * * *

“Why is there a…plastic sheet under the spanking bench?” I asked. “And what the fuck is that?”

“It’s a pig mask,” Aiden said, lifting the pink rubber hood off the bench and showing it to me from all angles. “I had Sebastian prepare a few things for us.”

“You’re not gonna murder me, are you? I’ve seen American Psycho.”

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