Page 87 of Mayhem
“Like I told Paetyn, I’m always willing to try new things, and I trust that if I don’t like something, you won’t do it again.”
“I won’t.” He leaned down and pecked her lips. “Stay with us tonight.”
“I don’t have any clothes.”
“You won’t need them,” he responded.
“You have your basketball game in the morning, and I’m having breakfast with the others. I need the use of my legs.”
Cruz chuckled. “Fine. Remember to bring clothes tomorrow afternoon. Or not, it's your choice.”
They’d planned to tell her tomorrow, and since she already knew the explanations were out of the way, they could jump straight into what they wanted to—finding more of what she liked and testing her limits.
23
Paetyn took Erin in as she sat in the middle of the bed in Cruz’s playroom in a short silk white robe. It contrasted against pretty umber skin and the deep shades of red and black in the room. She looked like his chosen nickname. Like she’d wandered into a dark place, waiting to be corrupted.
“Before we start, we need to discuss a couple of things,” Paetyn said. Erin nodded. “First, you hold all the power here. With one word, you bring everything to a stop.”
“We want to discuss your hard and soft limits,” Cruz started. “Hard limits are things you never want to try or want done to you. Soft limits are things you may be okay with trying to see if you like them under specific conditions.”
“I’m sure I don’t have to tell you this, but I don’t want to be hurt. I’m all for pleasurable pain but not blatant sadism. That’s a hard limit.”
“We understand,” Paetyn responded. They would never hurt her, and it seemed she knew that, but it was better to get everything she was thinking on the table than for assumptions to be made.
“And my soft limit is that,” she stated, pointing to one of the toys on a nearby shelf. “It’s one of those things where the pads go on my nipples and my clit, and then an electric current runs through it, right?”
“It is,” Cruz responded.
“I’m not sure if I’d like that, but I might be willing to try.”
“We don’t have to try it tonight,” Cruz replied. “Are there any other toys you feel uncomfortable with?”
“I’m not against it, but I would prefer not to be gagged,” Erin responded after a few seconds of thought.
“We enjoy all the pretty little noises you make far too much to gag you,” Cruz responded. “Tonight, at least.”
Paetyn couldn’t help but chuckle at how Erin’s eyes widened slightly. He and Cruz were aware she’d still be able to make those pretty little noises while gagged, but since the other man had decided they wouldn’t, they would hold off until another time. Since they were in Cruz’s playroom, he would dictate how the night went. That was usually how they operated.
“Do you have hard or soft limits?” Erin asked.
Paetyn couldn’t recall being asked that before, but he wasn’t surprised. At this point in their relationship, he’d realized that what they normally got in past relationships was not the same with Erin, and it was in all the best ways.
“I don’t like to be tied up,” Paetyn responded. “It’s a hard limit. I like having the reins in these rooms, pulling the strings.”
“Erotic asphyxia. Being choked does nothing for me. I will not choke you. The first is more of a soft limit, the latter a hard limit,” Cruz informed.
Erin nodded. “Is there anything else?”
“If we’re engaging in impact play, for instance, you’re being spanked, and one of us is close to you, do not under any circumstance attempt to give us head,” Paetyn stated.
Her brow furrowed. “Why?”
“If for some reason the impact lands wrong, and it’s more pain than pleasure, a reflex is usually to bite down against the discomfort,” Cruz responded. “That shit hurts,” he added.
“Okay, I understand,” Erin affirmed.
“Good. Tell us your temperatures,” Cruz stated.
