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There’s just a second—just one—where my body goes perfectly still.

I’ve played some very awful games in my life. Some of them I don’t know how I survived. Some of them I didn’twantto.

Then I have Hunter’s hands on my waist, warm and steady, and Maison is pulling his cock out of my mouth and grabbing my wrists to guide me up on my knees. I can smell Hunter’s deodorant. I can see the brilliant blue of Maison’s eyes.Safe. I’m at Hunter’s, I’m with him and Maison, I’m safe.

I relax just as Maison drops a hand to my cock and drags a fingertip down it. I shudder, falling back against Hunter with a needy moan. He holds me up easily, his teeth nipping at my shoulder.

“I like games,” Maison says, looking at Hunter instead of me despite his hand still playing with my throbbing cock. It’ll neverstop being hot to have them talk about me like I don’t have a say. “How do we play?”

“Nolan, get on your hands and knees in the center of the bed, your back nice and straight. Maison, get off, I’ll need you standing.”

With a lingering squeeze of my cock that has me a little dizzy, Maison lowers me until my hands are on the bed, then climbs off to stand by Hunter.

They murmur, too low for me to pick up the words. Then someone is kneeling on the bed beside me. I get a flash of a blue shirt—Hunter, then—before he brings a black strip of fabric to my eyes. I hold still as he secures it, anticipation trickling down my spine and pooling in my groin.

“You were so good at noticing the difference in the flogger. So observant, darling. Let’s test that, shall we?”

It doesn’t seem like he wants an answer, which is good. I’m a little upside down mentally at the moment. I blame all the blood going to my damn cock.

“Now you get to guess which one of us is playing with you when we ask. Guess right, we’ll give you nice things.” He tsks, sounding disappointed even though I haven’t messed up yet. “Guess wrong, and your ass gets more red.”

I moan, not even sure which of those options I want most.

To be good, I guess. I always want to be good.

“Pay attention,” Hunter warns from the left.

A hand touches me on the right. I turn my head as if I can see, trying to pay attention like I was told. It’s not a calloused touch, but that might just mean Maison is using his fingertips. Or it could mean Hunter moved over there after speaking.

There’s another touch on my left ass cheek. It drifts down, nudging at my plug until I’m arching my back and whining all high and needy. I don’t beg though. I’m going to be good. I’mgoing to play the game and be as good as I can be and they’ll let me come when they decide I’ve earned it.

God, just the thought of that has me dizzy with another wave of—

“Maison?” Hunter says, the name sudden and off-tone.

Someone settles their hand on my back, not to stroke or hit, just to steady me. It’s like a touchpoint as I feel the presence behind me move away. A reminder that I’m not being abandoned.

There’s a single moment where I wonder if this is part of the game. I hold my breath, ready for whatever mindfuck they’re about to toss my way.

Then Maison responds.

“Red.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Maison

It was fine. No, it wasgood. Fucking great, really. It was sexy, watching Hunter work Nolan over as Nolan sucked me and rutted his bound cock against the bed. Hunter was talking dirty while I sprinkled in praise, giving us all what we needed.

Not for the first time, I got that feeling that this could work. The three of us—not just the sex, but more,everything—could fuckingwork.

It was working as Hunter had me get off the bed.

As he had Nolan settle in the center of it on his hands and knees.

As he took out the blindfold and secured it around Nolan’s eyes.

As he winked at me and said, “Now you get to guess which one of us is playing with you, darling. Guess right, we’ll give you what you want.” As he tsked, feigning disappointment. “Guess wrong, and your ass gets more red.

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