Page 192 of Doubts & Fears

“Really, and how on earth did she get your number?”

“You guys programmed the playroom. She calls me from there. Apparently, the one in the office doesn’t respond to her.”

I smiled. The little shit was resourceful as ever. “That’s because her file is in there. The less access she has to that room, the better.”

“Makes sense. Anyway, I take it operation seduce a King was successful,” he asked as I laughed. He filled me in on her scheme to get Alek to sleep with her.

“What did she want this time?”

“Help with hard and soft limits. She was quite comical, Brother. I swear she knows her stuff, not practically, of course. And I damn near became hysterical at her comments on fisting. So does this mean she’s officially a sub for all three of you?”

“Not in the sense like you’re thinking. It’s somewhat complicated, hence the need to have some kind of basic outline of expectations from all parties.”

“Got it. How wise is this, Nik? What’s the end goal?”

“How wise is it? Fuck if I know. She’s like a drug, man. One taste of her, and you’re hooked. Ivan is in love with her. Don’t laugh, you saw them together.”

“I saw you and Alek with her too,” he stated pointedly.

I rubbed my eyes. I hadn’t allowed myself to travel that headspace on whether I loved her. I wanted her, needed to consume her, but love her? I hadn’t ever been in love. I didn’t allow myself to get that close.

“So I take it fisting is out,” I said, avoiding his real question.

“With 100 percent certainty. Something about killing her with monster hands that would feel like the equivalent of the Hulk’s fist inside her tiny hoo-ha or ass. She asked very specific questions about the use of the wordMasterin connection with a Gorean slave whip.”

“Really?”

“I told you she knows her stuff, but tread carefully. I didn’t like the look in her eyes when she mentioned it. I’ll leave it to you to let Alek and Ivan know.”

“Anything else?”

“Yeah, gags of any kind are another thing she asked me about in connection with the three of you, especially if you’re into that specific kind of thing. She had a high level of fear in her eyes on that one too. You guys sure you want to do this with her?”

“Do what?” His probing was annoying me. Since when did he care who we fucked?

“Just asking, Brother, you guys know virtually nothing about her past. Marcel said her—”

“I appreciate your concern, but I think we’re good.”

“Don’t cut me off like that. I’m concerned. You guys are my best mates. What’s the plan when you all get tired of fucking her? What happens when she’s so emotionally attached to the three of you she can’t function without the dynamic?”

“Sebastian,” I said, getting pissed.

“No, Brother, tonight when you’re fucking her, you better ask yourself that. Which one of you is going to break her tender little heart? Clarity is essential. You can’t screw around with this.”

“I appreciate you letting me know your concerns. I’ll think about what you said.”

We hung up, and I did just that. The weight of his words consumed my entire day.

Marcus knocked on the door. “Are we heading out soon, Boss?” I looked at my watch. Six forty-five? Where had the time gone? I was avoiding going home. Damn Sebastian for being the voice of reason.

“Yeah, finishing up,” I said, closing out the file on my computer.

“Everything okay?” Marcus asked in the car on the way home.

“Yes. No. I don’t fucking know anymore. Why does shit always have to be complicated?”

“What’s complicated?”

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