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“Yes, you should,” I declared. “Because I don’t think I’ll be back.”
They made noises of protest.
“Uh-uh. Next time we want to all get together, we can meet at a nice restaurant or a café,” I asserted, “Or we’ll have you over for supper, Zarah. You must remember your dad’s skills in the kitchen.”
“I do recall, and I can’t wait to taste his spaghetti Bolognese again.”
“I’ll make it for you on Sunday, if you’d like,” Matteo suggested.
“I’d love it, if it’s okay with the others?”
“Of course. You’re welcome anytime,” I said.
I meant it. Zarah already felt like a part of the family.
Chapter Fourteen
For the past couple of months, because I’d been feeling the strain of always being in charge in the bedroom and basement, Vincent, Matteo and I explored being together without the frequent entertainment of formal BDSM scenes. And you know what? It hadn’t been half bad.
There was no way we could be entirely vanilla, even in the short term. And although I no longer planned intricate scenes with my two lovers, the power dynamic came through in other ways—and something very interesting began to happen.
One afternoon, when we’d come up to the bedroom straight after work to get our horny on, I’d gone into the bathroom to freshen up. The door was ajar, and I hesitated for a moment and watched.
Vincent, on all fours in the middle of the bed, naked, with his shoulders down, his back arched and his ass out, presented a pretty picture of supplication. Matteo, in his boxer briefs, was worshipping that boy’s ass. But what was more interesting were the whispered commands I could hear that made my sweet boy shudder and shake with anticipation while Matteo reduced him to a quivering husk.
Someonehad been paying attention.Someonehad a secret capacity for domination and control.Someoneenjoyed debasing and humiliating Vincent just as much as I did.
It was a bit of a revelation, to be honest. Matteo had always been content to serve, whether in a domestic context or a sexual one. But it seemed that with me absent from the room and having let go the reins to our sexual dynamic, and after his experience at the play party, Matteo had found a new calling.
I stood at the cracked bathroom door, happy to observe them in silence. The fact that they didn’t notice my absence was…freeing. All at once I didn’t feel solely responsible for them, for their pleasure and satisfaction. I realized that Matteo and Vincent had as much of a bond with each other as I had with each of them and that it was okay to pull back. And sometimes, when that happened, other beautiful things bloomed to replace old habits and routines.
“Oh my God,” Vincent moaned, spreading his legs as Matteo held his cheeks apart and went at his ass with a determined tongue. “Oh, fuck.”
“Do you like that?” Matteo murmured, his mouth making obscene sounds as he licked and sucked at Vincent.
“Oh fuck, yes.More.”
Matteo chuckled. “Nic’ll be back soon.”
“No, no, no, no, no…” Vincent panted. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” Matteo said, glancing my way.
He saw me standing there, relaxed, calm, observing. I was wearing a pair of snug blue boxer briefs and a singlet, with an unbuttoned navy shirt. Matteo’s eyes widened and his lips, shiny with spit, parted.
I lifted my index finger to my mouth and nodded toward Vincent. I wanted Matteo to continue. I only wanted to observe.
Matteo gave an imperceptible nod in return, as Vincent whined and writhed, his hand snaking under his belly to grab hold of himself.
“No no,” Matteo said, with the same tone he used to stop people from sampling a meal he’d made before it was ready. “Stop that.”
He gave Vincent’s ass a slap. The sound echoed off the walls and caused Vincent to yelp, then moan. Vincent brought his hand forward, crushing the bedclothes in his fist and rutting against the mattress.
“Should we stop? And wait for—” Vincent moaned.
He meant me. My good boy didn’t want to get in trouble.
“No. It’ll be fine,” Matteo said, his voice rough. He picked up a tube of lube that lay nearby and opened it, coating his fingers with the slippery liquid.
