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“We are as well,” Ryan said. “My preferences are to be with a strong woman who will tell me exactly what she wants and what she wants me to do.”

“If that includes male interaction,” Annabel asked.

“Even better,” Ryan said.

“Ryan’s submissive but you aren’t,” Annabel said. “What are your preferences?”

“Flexibility,” Andrew smiled. “I like a woman who knows what she wants and expresses it. Neither of us are into corporal punishment.”

“Your punishment does not involve corporal punishment,” Annabel smiled. “I will be honest. My sexual life has been dominated by alpha male types and has left me disappointed. I know what I don’t like and will be vocal on that. No means no for me.”

“As it should for everyone,” Andrew said.

“I’ve never dominated a man before but I will be the one in control of all of our interactions,” Annabel said. “I expect you to tell me when something is out of bounds for you.”

“Only thing out of bounds for us right now is we want you to ourselves,” Ryan said.

“The three of us,” Annabel leaned close to Ryan. Her eyes met his before dipping to his lips.

“Yes,” Ryan leaned towards her. He wanted her lips to touch his. He wanted her to kiss him.

“Andrew?”

“Yeah,” he stood watching Annabel lean close. He wanted to see them kiss. He wanted her lips on his. He felt his cock might explode at any moment.

“Your punishment is to watch until I say otherwise,” she turned her head. Her eyes swept over his body, noted the bulge in his jeans. “You may take off your shirt but the pants stay on and you will only watch.”

“I want to tackle the two of you so badly,” Andrew gulped. “I’ll take my punishment.”

“Excellent,” she saw he submitted despite what he wanted. She suspected he liked to watch. “Now what should we use for a safe word?”

Ryan inhaled the gentle scent of her. He felt her hand on his cheek and closed his eyes. “Pickles.”

She laughed, “Pickles it is. If you don’t like anything I tell you to do, just say it and we’ll stop.” She felt his shoulders, ran her hands down the buttons on his shirt. She undid a button and trailed a finger on his bare chest. “You didn’t lie.”

“No, I won’t ever lie to you,” he reached for her but she pulled back and raised an eyebrow. “Where do you want my hands?”

“In your lap for now,” Annabel leaned in the moment he asked. “Are you breathless?”

“Yes,” he watched as she kept her eyes on his.

“Do you want me to kiss you,” she asked with her lips a breath from his.

“Definitely,” he murmured. Andrew bit his lip as he watched them draw closer and closer.

Annabel focused on Ryan. She heard his breath catch. She touched his wrist and felt his heart pounding. Closing her eyes, she connected her mouth to his. Lingering, she pressed her lips against his gently discovering what they felt like. Firm, but soft, he opened to her. She slid her tongue in and teased his.

Annabel felt a spear of need race through her. She wanted him naked and to take him on the stool he sat on. She felt his hands move towards her but dropped her hands to take his. She moved one to her neck and one to her thigh.

He traced the lace pattern on the outer part of her thigh while her lips destroyed his ability to think. His body revved and his need spiked.

When she withdrew her lips, he felt bereft. “Delicious,” she smiled. Without moving, she turned to see Andrew’s reaction. His mouth hung open as he gripped the counter.

“Sexy,” he muttered.

“Why is your shirt still on?”

“I didn’t want to miss a moment of watching,” he confessed. Slowly setting his knife on the counter, he pulled his shirt over his head.

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