Page 77 of Complete Me

Kaino pins me with a penetrating gaze. “So I don’t assume anything, is sexual activity welcome in this scene?”

I barely let them finish speaking before I’m nodding vigorously. “Fuck yeah. All the touching. Lots of touching and sucking. And fucking. And orgasms. Please and thank you.”

Kaino grins. “So polite. I approve.”

Xander’s head is nodding so quickly I’m worried he’s going to hurt himself. “I do, too. And yes to all that, for me too.”

“So, is that what we’re defining as sexual activity? Everything from touching to full penetrative sex?”

I groan and rub my face. “You’re taking all the sexiness out of the sex, vennen.”

Their gaze becomes laser sharp, without humor or teasing in it. “This is meant to be fun, but it’s also nothing to play around with. I don’t want to assume anything. People can get emotionally as well as physically hurt when that happens, and I don’t plan on either ever happening when the three of us are playing. Okay?”

Shit. That’s totally fair. “Okay. Sorry.”

“One last question. Are we playing with anything other than ropes?”

Xander raises an eyebrow. “You mean like blindfolds?”

“Yes. Or gags. Based on what you both mentioned before, I’m already ruling out floggers or any other pain-inflicting devices. But what about sex toys?”

Goosebumps break out all over my body, and my cock strains against my zipper. “Fuck yes.” The words are past my lips before I register wanting to say them.

Xander grins like I’ve just given him the best gift ever, and even Kaino looks amused. “You like that idea.”

“Duh.” It’s like they don’t even know me.

Kaino nods. “Okay. Everyone remembers their safeword?”

Xander blurts his out. “Manderley.”

I ignore the ever-increasing ache in my cock and pay attention. “Mine is spawn.”

“And mine is red.” Kaino glances between us, their grin getting wider as they watch us squirm in anticipation. “Alright, Bjorn. Upstairs. Strip and wait for us.”

Why is that idea so erotic? I kiss Xander on the temple and grin at Kaino as I shove off the sofa and speed walk toward the stairs. Pita lifts his head, and I point at his bed. “Pita. Stay.” He immediately hops off the sofa and throws himself into his dog bed. “Good boy.”

From the corner of my eye, I see Xander shiver and press the heel of his hand against his cock. “I’ve been a good boy.” Our prickly professor does love to be praised and seems to have a dominance kink.

“You have. And we’re going upstairs to give you your reward.” I wink at him and hurry toward the stairs, taking them two at a time, equally eager to get things started. When I hit the doorway to the bedroom, I start yanking off my clothes, tossing them in the general direction of the hamper but not caring that they don’t quite make it. Before I have a chance to feel self-conscious about being naked and alone in the middle of my bedroom, I hear Xander and Kaino on the stairs. Xander slows as he enters the room, eyes darting all over my body. “You should greet us like this all the time.”

I flex for him and give my cock a few tugs. “You think so?”

Kaino enters the room carrying the incline bench from the gym. They set it down behind me and grab my wrist, shaking their head. “No touching. You are no longer in charge. I am.” Xander makes a little whimpering sound, and I have to agree with him. Bossy Kaino is a sexy Kaino. They adjust the incline of the bench so it’s at about one hundred twenty degrees. In that position, I’ll be leaning back but still mostly sitting rather than lying down.

“Yes, Sir.”

Kaino’s eyes flash, and they point at the bench. “Sit. I’ll get the ropes. Do you have a preference for which toy, or toys, you’d like Xander to use?”

I hadn’t been completely sure they were serious about the toys, but the thought is so fucking hot. Snippets of porn scenes flash in my mind, and my already hard cock throbs. I turn toward the bedside table, but Kaino grabs my arm and shakes his head. “No. You sit. Tell Xander which ones, and he’ll get them.”

I drop onto the bench and meet Xander’s gaze. “Bedside table. Any of those.”

Xander’s lip quirks. “Keeping the favorites close at hand?”

“Duh. Why not? Who am I hiding them from? And why not keep them close for when the mood strikes?”

He shrugs. “Fair points.” He opens the drawer and peers inside. I can see him bypassing several of the more vanilla options. When he extracts the inflatable, I’m glad I’m sitting down.

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