Page 13 of The Naughty Week
No holds barred, guys. Holes open wide.
Mine as well as yours.
Give me all you’ve got, and I’ll return the favour when I’m done with you.
Proposal duration – Until I find the depths and dig even deeper.
Reward – A lovely massage and pamper day, to aid in your recovery.
Heath is smiling as I read the words aloud, but it isn’t his beaming grin from the terrace earlier. His gaze is sultry, dirty… determined. He means business, and so he should. We are indeed thecurvas, and he is indeed the client.
“Puppet master, hey?” Josh asks him, then runs his tongue over his bottom lip. “What are you going to do? Impale us on your fists and get us to sing Bohemian Rhapsody?”
Heath raises an eyebrow. “Who knows what you’ll be singing by the time I’m finished with you. Stop it with the backchat. You’re giving me ideas.”
Josh leans against the kitchen counter, folding his arms with his usual filthy boy smirk, and I look between him and Heath, sensing the tension. It sizzles.
“You’ve had plenty of ideas already,” Josh says. “It’s all played out in your filthy mind. I know you, Heath. Remember that.”
Heath steps towards him, closing the distance. “And I knowyou. Remember that.” He runs a thumb over Josh’s cheek. “I know you’d happily be my fist puppet and sing whatever fucking tune I wanted.”
Josh’s eyes are so fierce on Heath’s.
“If it’s in the proposal, sure. I never let my clients down.” He looks towards me. “And neither does Ella, do you, baby?”
I shake my head.
“Never. No way. I’ll be singing along to the same tune all night long.”
Josh grins. “You wouldn’t want to be singing Bohemian Rhapsody though, would you?”
He starts humming the theme tune to Nighttime Whispers. Cheeky bastard.
I imagine bouncing on Heath’s fist, trying to crescendo the song lyrics with Josh beside me, both of us trying to ride in sync. It’s so darkly fucked up I laugh out loud, but at the same time, it gives me tingles. Whatever the hell had been written in Heath’s proposal would have made me horny. And that’s the thing… as crazy as it might sound, I’m coming to expect crazy. To embrace crazy. To ride the crazy, wherever it takes me. Especially where an idol like Heath is concerned.
I don’t think we’ll truly be singing tunes tonight, but as for being fist puppets? That seems right up Heath’s street. I wouldn’t put it past him on the stretch-play front, and I wouldn’t want to. And from the way he’s staring at Josh, I’d say the idea is pretty solid in his mind.
“Serious now, curva,” Heath says. “You won’t be laughing when you’re begging yourmasteron the floor. The proposal starts now.”
Shit. Ok. I haven’t had much time to prepare. I’m blustering around, thinking maybe I should get dressed up like a decent gothic curva, but Josh never blusters when he’s on the spot. He’s cool as a cucumber.
I start as he takes hold of Heath’s chin. His movement snakelike, he’s so fucking quick.
“The question is, how loud are you gonna sing when it’s your turn?” Josh asks our vampire lord. “You’ll take it right back when you’re done with us.”
Heath raises his eyebrows. “Dirty talk like that is only going to make me push you harder.”
“Good. I want you to push it all the fucking way. Treat me like a dirty puppet, and it’ll be coming right back at you.”
“I know that. I wrote the fucking proposal.”
The tension is ramping. The dynamic between them makes me heady, it’s so palpable.
I can’t help but drop the proposal envelope when my boyfriend lands his lips on our client’s. It slips from my hand and goes sailing to the floor, because I’m so mesmerised by the scene unfolding. Josh and Heath’s ferocity takes me aback as they kiss and groan – Josh spinning to slam Heath into the counter. Josh can switch both ways, but with Heath he loves to lead. He loves to drive and push, and stretch. It will be a gorgeous strain for him to accept Heath as the master on night one.
Heath shoves Josh away and snaps his fingers before he points at the floor.
“Strip and serve,” Heath says to my boyfriend, then beckons me forward with a wave of his hand. “You too, Ella. I want both of you naked, right now. On your knees. Time to get this filthy puppet show underway.”
