Page 41 of Wreaking Havoc on my Heart

His face turns red as he looks down. “Yes.”

“Do you want me to touch your dick?” I smirk.

“I don’t know if I can do this. I’m too in my head. I…”

Before he can keep going, I grab his neck and pull him in for a kiss. Technically he never told me no, and he doesn’t pull away. But I don’t want to keep our girl waiting for long, so I pull back.

“Stop overthinking, Arrow. Do what feels good.”

I take his hand, ignoring the shocked expression on his face, and pull him back on track. As soon as he starts to follow, I let his hand go so we can really break out into a run.

He pulls ahead, flashing me a smirk as he goes to open the door in front of me. I pick up my pace enough for us to forcefully shove each other through the small entryway. Scrambling to Laney’s room, we practically fall inside.

Arrow slams the door behind us just as I get a clear view of Laney naked in her shower. She’s staring right at us with a huge grin on her face.

“Glad you boys decided to join me. It was getting lonely in here.”

I prowl to the shower, rip off my shirt, and stalk towards her with determination and purpose. That is, until a hand stops me before I get there. A flash of irritation runs through me and a snarl rips from my lips until Arrow whispers only for us to hear.

“You need to see what our girl has under her bed.”

That stops me. Curiosity gets the best of me, and I reluctantly turn away from the shower to where Arrow is kneeling by her bed. He pulls out a drawer and flips the lid, revealing an arrangement of toys so vast that a red room doesn’t even hold a candle to it.

Then, he pulls open her bedside drawer to reveal lubricants and oils as well as drip candles. Just when I think there can’t possibly be more, he stands and opens what looks like a full-length mirror to reveal a set of floggers, whips, and a shit ton of ropes with all different textures and colors.

“Ho-ly shit,” I breathe.

“Right?” He looks just as captivated as I am.

Any ideas I had of Laney being more on the innocent side are literally thrown out the damn window as I take in her collection. It seems like stimulation means a lot to her so I grab one of the white floggers with long leather-like straps. It should have a slight bite to it. Something catches my eye and I pick up the pink studded whip along with a pair of iridescent chrome handcuffs. Pain and sensation play is my specialty.

“Safe word?” I ask Arrow as I set my supplies on the bed. If he knows all of this is here, I’m assuming they are fairly well acquainted with scenes and the dynamics.

“Cupcake,” he says with a smirk and I mirror him. Fuck, this girl is a wonder. “Warning word is sprinkles.”

I nod in approval, glad they have this figured out already so we can jump right in. I’m afraid if we took the time to discuss it all, Arrow would chicken out.

“Hard limits?” I ask.

“Feces play, piss play and age play. I don’t get off on giving pain, especially after…” he trails off, looking at the floor.

After he hurt her.I move to him and put my hand on his shoulder.

“We’re moving past that. Does she have any hard limits?”

“Same as mine along with blood play, anything dealing with slaves. Anything extreme she wants a conversation about beforehand.”

“Got it. Mine are pretty similar, but I don’t like gags around my head, and I don’t want any painful penis play.”

He nods and I look over Laney’s toys again. She seems to be giving us space while she washes up, so I take my time.

“Let’s talk about our limits with each other. Do you care if I touch you?”

I’m careful to give him space to answer so he can think clearly. I can still feel his kiss burning into my lips, and I’m trying not to focus on it in case that was just a one-time thing.

“I think, um.” He pauses. “Let’s just take it slow, okay? I don’t know what I want after you kissed me, and I’m man enough to admit that I liked it. But I don’t want to fuck you or anything.”

I laugh. “That’s because you’re a bottom,” I tell him as I get closer. His honesty was a huge turn-on. I put my hand around his throat and lean in close enough that our breaths mingle. “I’d be the one fucking you.”

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