Page 29 of Dare to be Different

“True.” He grabs my arm, halting me from going inside. “You’re good? Check in?”

I love his check-ins. “All good.”

Later in the night, I get to see things how Zahn does.

His arms are pulled wide, tied to the bedposts, his eyes are completely covered by a blindfold, and he’s pent up with so much need that every single touch sets goosebumps to his skin and makes his breathing hitch. He’s standing at the end of the bed, but there’s enough slack that he can sit down if he needs to.

Holy shit, he’s a sight to look at.

I’m still fully clothed, but Zahn is as naked as the day he was born, and he doesn’t have a lick of shame to give about it. I’m not sure if he’ll want me to be a part of this, so for now, I stand against the far wall and watch him suffer in blissful torture from everything Cara and Cody do to him. A small part of me feels creepy, but mostly, I’m trying to deny how hard my cock is over this whole scene. Two of his senses have been cut off, and since Cody and Cara are being silent, he has no idea who is doing what to him.

Zahn is the only one making any sounds, and I’ve gotta admit, they’re nice sounds. Really nice. Make my dick jump sounds.

Cody runs his tongue up the underside of Zahn’s hardened shaft, making him groan out a long and tortured moan. Cara’s mouth joins her husbands, sucking his balls into her mouth. Zahn’s abs flex with every breath, and his arm muscles bulge when he yanks on the restraints. His legs are wobbling, his chest is heaving, and his throat rolls with each swallow. I can’t decide which part of him is more intriguing to watch.

This is the vibe he spoke of. Everything about watching him—watching this—has me so hard it almost hurts not to touch myself. I might even like the torture of it and the way I feel slightly uncomfortable without knowing my role. The unease is alive, and it might be adding to the allure of the whole thing.

I run my hand over my clothed boner to ease the ache, gently massaging myself while I sip the rest of my drink and watch Zahn’s body react to everything being done to it.

Fingertips tickle him. Hair brushes against his skin. Different textures and pressures keep him guessing. His dick gets attention until he’s ready to come, and then Cara and Cody back off, bringing him back down to Earth while edging him brilliantly. These two know what they’re doing, and it’s fun to watch them enjoy it just as much as Zahn is.

“Where’s…” Zahn starts to say, but he’s cut off by his own groan. “Is… Remy?”

My name in that breathy tone turns the material of my red boxers a shade darker. I swallow the rest of my whiskey and fill up my glass one more time.

“He’s here,” Cody tells him, looking back at me to invite me over. “Watching,” he says when I shake my head.

“Fuck, Remy,” Zahn says, but it comes out like a growl. “You’re doing this next.”

I grin but don’t say anything. I don’t want him to know how close or far away I am. I want him guessing, playing my own game with him outside the one Cara and Cody are playing.

Cara motions me over, but I shake my head again. I’m still unsure of my role, and until I figure it out for certain, I’m not moving from this safety wall. Because there’s a very new and greedy part of me that wants to touch Zahn. Cara won’t take no for an answer. She leaves Zahn in the capable hands of her husband and walks over to me in nothing but a little black thong.

She leans right into my body, her lips pressed to my ear and her tits to my chest. “Let me give you some relief while you watch him.”

I lean into her head but keep my eyes on Cody, who is now sucking Zahn off like he’s actually going to let him finish. Shit. It really is sexy to watch. Am I jealous of Cody or Zahn?

“At least come a little closer,” Cara whispers. “You don’t have to touch. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but don’t miss out and regret it later.”

I gulp my whiskey and decide not to be a coward. She helps me undress and then drags me closer. From here, I can see all of Zahn’s goosebumps, smell his sweat, and hear every single breath he takes. I watch the lines of his muscles contract and release, notice the sheen of sweat on his forehead, and admire the red marks of the cuffs around his wrists.

For a while, I just watch. Cara keeps a hand on me at all times, but she’s focused on Zahn, too. When Cody holds out a hand for me, inviting me to step just a little closer, I take it. My arm brushes Zahn’s, and he groans even louder.

And then Cody grabs my face, and I get a little worried he’s going to kiss me or something. He doesn’t. Instead, he leans in, meets my eyes, and asks me a question I never thought he’d ask.

Chapter 13

There are so many points of pleasure. So many mysteries and secret touches. Whispers of material and the tips of unknown fingers. Tongues lick my body and warmth spreads through every part of me. My wrists ache with the need to be freed, but my body loves the game of not being able to touch anything.

The worst part is not knowing if any of these touches are coming from Remy. I want them to come from him, but I can’t pinpoint the feel of him. And that, and only that, has the edging turning somewhat overwhelming. I need the release.

“I… Fuck, I’m…” I don’t know what word I’m looking for.

“He’s almost done,” Cody says from somewhere I didn’t think he was. “He needs to come.”

“Yeah.” I pant hard. Desperate for that release now.

Everyone goes quiet again, switching positions to keep me guessing. Sometimes, I can tell who is who, but other times, the touch is so brief that I don’t get a good read on it. Cara’s hands are smaller, but she’s firmer than Cody. Cody’s mouth is greedy, but he’s switched things up to keep me in the dark.

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