Page 207 of The Sidekick

“Good. Meditate.”

His hand drops to the back of my neck as he leans back in the chair. That final silent signal that he’s with me is what allows me to close my eyes and drift.

It’s a little difficult at first because I usually warm up at least before I do this. Plus, this is kind of a negative environment for me, with the couch being right there and Max already sitting on it. It’s almost like a taunt to tempt me back onto it and relive what we did there.

For some reason, that last thought is what allows me to get into it.

I can hear them speaking around me, but I don’t focus on it. They’re background noise, like music. I recognize the voices, the various tones of surprise and excitement from Max. Trevor’s caution eases into his darker tones. Asher’s steady cadence, unaffected by whatever is being said. I should probably be paying attention, but he said to meditate. Does he know how much I love it? The ease of a relaxed body and mind to recharge?

Silence settles around me as I float without thought.

“Eyes open, angel.”

I come out of it slowly, taking my time. When my lids lift, I’m surprised to see Max sitting across from me with a wide grin. He’s on a yoga mat, but he isn’t in a particular position. He’s leaning against the filing cabinets with his ankles crossed. Trevor is right beside him, still in his office chair. His chin is propped up by one fist as he watches me like a predator that’s just spotted prey. With his thighs spread, his erection is very noticeable.

The thought would have flared up a lot of emotions a minute ago. Now, I’m easy with it. Asher is here. I can sit back and watch them all I want as long as he lets me.

They can see my panties. I don’t know how long they’ve been staring at me.

“Namaste.”

I repeat the salutation with a sigh. My body feels loose, and my mind is at peace.

“Max and Trevor don’t know anything about yoga.”

I’m surprised. I look at the mat Max is sitting on with a frown.

“Why the mat?” I ask him curiously.

Max gets a smug smirk and glances at Trevor.

“So he doesn’t hurt his knees,” Trevor supplies with a soft smile. “A lot of his punishments involve him kneeling.”

Realization dawns.

“And the pillow,” I nod with a soft smile.

“Pain within his limits, babygirl. We talk to each other to make sure he’s ok. And if he’s lying about it, I say my safe word instead.”

“His is pin,” Max points to Trevor. “Mine is mustard.”

“That’s random,” I mutter with a frown.

“That’s the point. Who shouts mustard during sex?” Max grins.

“You, obviously,” I point out with a smirk.

He gives me a teasing, angry look. “Don’t hate me because I’m a genius.”

I feel my eyes roll. “I’m sure I can find other things instead.”

He moves his mouth as if he’s mocking my speech.

“We’re going to teach them a little bit,” Asher informs me with a smile. “We’ve agreed on all the rules.”

The rules he told me he would make them obey earlier today. They can only watch, not touch. I don’t know exactly what the plan is after that. He had me at punishing them. The next part is going to be hard, but I’m in the right mindset for it.

“I adjusted them to suit us.”

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