Page 98 of The Laughing Game

“Are you all right, V?” I asked, worried.

“He gets them a lot,” Gideon said. “He’s fine. But we’ll have to stop.”

Vihaal stood, the towel pressed to his face, and walked over to me first, unfastening the wrist and ankle cuffs and helping me to get down.

“You can take off the cock ring yourself.”

I stood there, fumbling with the braided cord, while Vihaal did his best to release Gideon using one hand, then went to sit on the edge of the bed.

Gideon walked over to him, his cock softening, his ass a rosy pink.

“Is it bad? Let me see.”

Vihaal was pinching the bridge of his nose with one hand but moved the towel away so that Gideon could have a look. There was a lot of blood.

“Ooh, this is a bad one.”

“It’ll stop in a minute,” Vihaal said. He gestured to the two of us. “You might as well get dressed. I’m so sorry. We were having so much fun.”

“Jesus, V,” I said. “Don’t worry about us.” My arousal had vanished at the first sight of the blood and I was happy to put my clothes on.

Gideon met my gaze and shrugged. “I’m sure Sebastian will refund us some of the fee.”

“I’m not worried about the fee, for fuck’s sake,” Vihaal muttered. “This was not how I’d intended to spend the evening.”

“He always gets grumpy when he has a nosebleed. So this is normal,” Gideon advised as we got dressed.

“Particularly when it interrupts something important,” Vihaal said.

“Hey, it was fun while it lasted. We can pick it up again sometime,” I said.

Vihaal grunted.

A sudden thought gripped me. “What if Vihaal had keeled over unconscious? How would we have gotten free?”

Gideon glanced over. “Well, someone would have come to check once our hour was up, if we hadn’t returned the key.”

So we’d have been stuck until then. Thank God that hadn’t happened.

We finished dressing and brought Vihaal’s clothes to the bed.

“Is it stopping?” Gideon asked.

Vihaal lifted the towel, and more blood dripped down.

“Shit,” I said. It didn’t look good.

“It usually stops by now. Doesn’t it?” Gideon said, gazing at Vihaal with some concern.

“This does seem rather excessive. But I’m sure it will stop.”

“Maybe we should get you dressed,” I suggested.

“Fine,” Vihaal said, strangely pliant. “How’s your ass, Gideon? Did I go too hard?”

“No, it’s just fine. And don’t try to distract me.”

Gideon and I glanced at each other. He was obviously worried about Vihaal. But nosebleeds were so common. I was sure the bleeding would stop soon, maybe by the time Vihaal was dressed.

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