Page 68 of The Laughing Game

“Of course. You have ultimate control over what goes on here, even though it seems like I do. Just tell me to go slow.”

“Okay,” I said, taking a deep breath. I climbed up and kneeled on the bed.

“Now put your hands behind you. I want to admire you.”

I put my hands at the small of my back which made my chest push out and my shoulders go back. I watched Vihaal as he moved around the bed, eyeing me from every angle.

“Fuck, yes. You’re even more of a vision than I’d anticipated. Isn’t he, Gideon?”

“Yes, Vihaal. He’s so beautiful.”

I gave a small laugh, because it sounded so absurd. Nobody had ever called me that.

“Don’t laugh, Angel. It’s true.”

“Yes, Vihaal. Thank you, Vihaal.” I gazed at him with sudden adoration.

“Gideon, get me some rope.”

“Yes, Vihaal,” Gideon said.

Rope. Jesus. This is happening.

While Gideon was doing that, Vihaal stepped close and took my chin in a firm grip.

“Settle down. We have an hour.” He leaned in and kissed me.

My breath hitched at the chemistry of our connection, and Vihaal made a sound as he opened his mouth and tapped at the seal of my lips with his tongue. I parted them, and was immediately swept up with my desire for this dominant man—a dancing flame that wanted nothing but to burn itself out.

Vihaal kissed me harder, and I met him with an equal hunger. He dragged his tongue over my chin and up the side of my face, ending in another breath-stealing kiss.

“Oh, fuck. I want to eat you up.”

I shuddered, because I couldn’t honestly think of anything better. It turned out that kissing a man was exactly the same as kissing a woman, except for subtle differences that only served to inflame me. There was more of a suggestion of restrained aggression, at least with Vihaal. I liked the feel of Vihaal’s stubbled skin and rough mouth, as much as I enjoyed Gideon’s plump lips and slightly smoother feel. Maybe more.

Vihaal pulled away and wiped a hand over his lips, staring at me in confusion, as if I’d presented him with an unexpected puzzle.

“See?” Gideon said, with a cheeky eye-roll. “Not just me.”

“No, not just you. Now shush and give me that rope.”

Gideon passed Vihaal the rope so he could bind my hands behind my back with quick and efficient movements.

“Test those knots for me.”

I pulled at the ropes but they were secure.

“There are scissors if we need to get you out of them in a hurry.”

He left me to gather some things, which he placed on the mattress behind me. I didn’t really pay attention because I couldn’t take my eyes off Gideon on his knees on the floor in front of me.

Then Vihaal stood beside Gideon and started to strip. I watched with fascination as he took off his clothes—all of them—and stroked his erection while gazing at me out of hooded eyes.

“Gideon.”

“Yes, Vihaal,” Gideon said, glancing up.

“Come.”

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