Page 88 of My Karmic Destiny

I jerk my head back in question. “Thebondingceremony?”

Dante and Evan chuckle, then Evan reminds me, “Remember on your first day when we tried to get you tobondwith us sexually in the gazebo as a prank?”

“Speak for yourself, that wasn’t a joke to me,” Kurtis says with a twinkle in his eye.

“Yes, well, better get your ritual robes out so we can get to it then,” I smirk.

33

LIKE A DREAM

KURTIS

Staying with Tessa, Evan, and Dante at this beautiful house feels like a dream… or perhaps like the simulation Instant is now inside.

Fuck. I hope we aren’t the ones stuck in the fake world. Even if we are, I don’t want anyone to wake me up from this fantasy come true.

We’ve explored the estate which comprises the entire island. Each of us claims one of the several smaller guest bedrooms. We’ve been sharing and sleeping in the one massive primary bedroom. With its extra-large king-sized bed, we’ll never have to worry about all of us fitting in the bed together.

There’s also an ensuite bathroom with a soaking tub and large shower. The patio facing the ocean has a hot tub which makes me shake my head at the opulence.

I didn’t grow up with much and thought having my own simple room at the mansion was a luxury. But here, we can have our own spacesanda group one.

As for spending our time off here, we’ve been focusing on Tessa’s pleasure for the last few days.

But right now, we’re taking a breather. Dante and Tessa pop out to grab some more groceries and other necessities and just to spend some alone time together.

Evan and I stayed behind. I’m relaxing on the couch listening to the ocean waves while Evan mentioned he’s preparing for tonight.

I heard a bit of the excitement in his voice earlier. I’m fighting off my curiosity and not spying on him, because I also love surprises. I expect anything that gets Evan pumped up will be great.

Dozing on the couch, I sense him approach. I open my eyes to find Evan in dark slacks and a black dress shirt. He unbuttons his cuffs and slowly rolls up his sleeves to reveal his muscular forearms.

Holy shit. Now I get why women write about that in romance novels. He’s hot as fuck.

“You ready for your training?” he asks, his voice low and sultry.

I swallow hard. And my dick swells with interest. “Um. Yes?”

He gives me a devil may care wink and then tilts his head for me to follow him.

I scramble to my feet and stay close behind him as we enter his personal room. He has it set up like a sex club. A shit ton of various bondage gear is displayed proudly on the walls. The heavy wood bed frame has rigging of silk ropes and metal anchors.

“What are you going to do to me?” I ask with a bit of trepidation.

“Strip,” he orders.

I eyeball all the toys he has at his disposal as I follow his command. Lube and plugs and floggers.

My cock is painfully hard by the time I’m naked.

“Someone is excited to play,” he says and walks up to me, grasping my cock and giving me a few solid strokes that make my knees buckle. “Do you remember the safe words?”

“Yellow is slow down, and red is stop.”

“Good boy.” His thumb brushes over the top of my dick, and he rubs the pre-cum over the head. “On your knees and hands clasped behind you.”

“Yes, sir.” I fall to my knees and anxiously open my mouth.

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