Page 20 of Behind the Masks
“If you’re into water sports or scat play, I really draw the line at scat play,” I said seriously, and he blinked at me like he needed to process it.
“Why do you even know what those are?”
“I’m an adult with eyes and ears.”
“Wait a minute,” Alec said as he put his hand up, raising an eyebrow. “You draw the line at being shit on but piss is acceptable? Rose, you filthy girl.”
“It’s notmykink, but I’d be more inclined to try it than?—”
“No one’s pissing on you,” Kaye said sharply, my cheeks heating.
“I was just saying,” I muttered.
“Way to go, assholes. You embarrassed her,” Zack huffed, but I waved it off.
“It’s fine. We can just try stuff and I’ll tell you if I don’t like it, right?” I asked, and Kaye winced.
“It’s not always that simple.”
“It is. Tell me what you’re going to do before you do it if you’re that worried. We’ll figure it out together,” I suggested, leaning forward to kiss him quickly.
He seemed unsure but sighed, nodding slightly. “Alright. Pick a safeword. No matter what, the second you say it, we stop.”
“Just use your brother’s name. Nothing would make us all stop faster than thinking he’d caught us,” Zack jokes, earning a dirty look from me.
“You’re not funny. Why can’t I just say the word stop?”
Zack glanced at Kaye, letting him explain, and Kaye looked uncomfortable.
“You know how when you’re about to come or while you’re coming you want it to stop despite feeling good? That’s why. If you’re begging me to stop because you’re overstimulated and I do, you might not have meant stop. I’ll hold you down and keep fucking you through it to make you come multiple times, and I need to know if you genuinely want me to stop or if it’s your knee jerk reaction to the sensations. It’s common for people to say stop and not actually mean it. This avoids confusion.”
“Pickles,” I said with a shrug, his mouth lifting into a small smile.
“Pickles?”
“Yeah. No one likes pickles.”
“I’m offended,” Zack scoffed jokingly, motioning to the kitchen. “I love pickles. Go look at my fridge.”
“She can look at your fridge later, pickle boy,” Alec snorted, tucking my hair behind my ear. “You want to go play, baby?”
I nodded, scrambling to grab hold of Kaye as he stood with me in his arms.
“I’ve got you,” he promised, carrying me through the house to a bedroom. It was large, the bed definitely big enough for all of us. “You say pickles and it all stops.”
“Did you bring the masks?” I teased, not at all surprised when Zack walked in and headed straight to the closet, pulling a bunch of masks out.
“You liked these, hmm?” he smirked, handing them to the guys while keeping one for himself.
“I really did,” I giggled, laughing as Kaye tossed me onto the bed.
They all put their masks on and started stripping, my mouth going dry as I inspected them. Being able to see them made things so much better.
Zack dimmed the lights but left them on enough so we could still see, and despite not being able to see their eyes properly, I could tell they were watching me as I started removing my clothes.
“You’re good with being restrained, right? Hands and feet?” Kaye asked carefully, still a little unsure of how much to push me.
“Yes.”
