Page 71 of Crimson Flames

“Hmm, and here I thought our ideas were quite… thrilling.” His voice is low and deep in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “Maybe we should show her what we have planned and hownotboring we really are.”

Boris’ eyes turn hooded as he looks up from my feet. “Would you like that,Lisichka?”

I know I had my doubts and reservations about having sex again, but the minute they reminded me of just how good it could be on the plane, most of the dark thoughts vanished. I think a few of them will always resurface, but they feel more manageable now as I sit between the two men that I love and trust most in this world.

Not only that, but it’s already starting to feel like we are back to ourselves again. While things have changed, I think I needed to be reminded of this.

Not just the sex, but the intimacy too. I needed to see it was okay to feel good, and after realizing that, I don’t want to waste another minute.

“Show me your worst,” I challenge. Looking back at Cillian, I bite my lip. “I can take it.”

Just as they could sense my apprehension before, it’s like they can sense the lack of it now. Cillian plants a kiss on my neck before pulling me up to stand, Boris following immediately.

When he opens up the door to the room, my jaw hits the floor. I knew Cillian bought most likely every sex toy known to man, but I had no idea about any of this.

“What is this?” I ask, taking it all in. A hundred candles line the walls while the night sky twinkles above. The bed has been pushed up against a wall instead of being in the center of the room and two new pieces of furniture have been added.

When did they get time to build this?

Boris leans into my ear, pulling me close so that my back is flush with his front. “During dinner, we had a few special pieces delivered.”

Cillian walks up to the cushioned table with a strap on each corner. There are different foam pillows beneath it I am sure are for angling my body in any way they want me.

“This one was my pick,” Cillian murmurs, his voice laced with gravel and lust.

Boris approaches the chair beside it. There are straps on the armrests and pads so that legs can be spread and tied down. The seat portion is short, meaning with my legs spread, he will have access to my pussy easily. There’s even a leather belt to go around the neck.

“This was mine.”

Well holy shite, I was not expecting this.

“Still think we’re boring?” Cillian asks as he pulls over something like a surgeon’s tray of toys. Boris has one too, but his is covered.

“I guess only time will tell,” I say as I cross my arms in provocation.

Cillian chuckles and Boris smirks. “Who do you want to go first,Lisichka?”

“That depends.” I tap my finger on my chin. “What do you have planned?”

Boris lifts a blindfold from the chair as he says, “We are going to remind you of who you are by reawakening all of your senses. For me, I will remind you of tastes and smells.”

I can’t help but press my thighs together thinking of all the ways he could play with those two senses. The silky fabric of my dress shifts over my hardened nipples, making me swallow hard.

“I will remind you of touch and hearing,” Cillian says as he lifts up a black leather flogger and a wax play candle.

“What about sight?” I ask, tilting my head.

They both grin as they step forward. “We will be working together on that one and a few others,” Boris says.

I pretend to think about it for a minute. While both sound great, I always like to start off slow and end with a hard note, which means…

“I’ll go with you first,” I say to Boris.

Cillian nods as Boris takes my hand, but when he moves to walk out of the room, I panic a little.

“Where are you going?” I ask, the worry evident in my tone.

When he turns back with a smile, I instantly feel better. “Don’t you worry, Love. The old man here just has a few more things I need to get for him.” Placing his hand on the door, he glances back once more. “From the fridge.”

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