Page 234 of The Sidekick

“You haven’t talked much today.”

I nod as he frowns at me. “I was just enjoying you guys. Seeing how you’re all different with your own points of view and experiences. Sitting around talking about movies and stuff. It’s simple but I want that to be my every day.”

He turns, propping his knee on the couch cushion to rest against the armrest. I mimic his pose, making sure my skirt covers me. On second thought, maybe I shouldn’t have done that. Before I can correct the mistake Trevor starts talking again.

“I thought you were unhappy.”

My eyes widen with surprise. “Because I wasn’t talking?”

He nods solemnly.

“I’m glad you asked then. I’m not unhappy. I’m nervous and excited and sad and a million other things but not unhappy.”

“Good,” he opens his arms to me and I hesitate for a split second before I crawl over and rest against his chest.

His hand smoothes over my back in a comforting caress as we watch the show without speaking. I can feel his erection pressed against my stomach but he doesn’t make any move to take things further. I’m chewing my lip in indecision. The show is background noise with blurry subtitles as I try to figure out how I can get Trevor to start something without embarrassing myself.

The credits roll before I know it and Trevor pats my thigh to get up.

“Bedtime,” he mutters. He almost sounds sleepy which makes me want to cuss. At some point I will manage it easily. Sadly, tonight is not that time.

He takes my hand and leads me away. It isn’t until he’s opening the door that I realize we’re going to their room. He steps aside to hold the door open for me.

I can’t cross the threshold.

I stand in the doorway with my eyes wide, mouth gaping.

Max is handcuffed to the beautiful headboard by a set of rings cleverly hidden under one of the wooden panels. His wrists are spread as well as his ankles. There’s no way he can move. He’s also gagged. And naked.

“Go on,” Trevor says darkly, sending a shiver down my spine.

I take a few hesitant steps forward. I’m not sure who’s in trouble and I don’t want to make a single wrong move.

Max’s head lifts angrily only to pause as his eyes widen on me. I don’t think he expected me to be here and my arousal starts to become hotter. I was about to pout all night for nothing. I’m so glad.

“How can he say his safe word?”

Trevor’s lips lift in a devious smile. “Don’t worry, babygirl. We have other ways to tap out. Want to show her what it is, Max?”

His eyes slide to Trevor only to return to me as his cheeks start to darken. I think it’s embarrassment at first. Until I see him go from half hard to eager erection. His gaze roves over me as if I’m as naked as he is.

Trevor paces around the bed and reaches out to slap Max’s hip bone with an open palm. He doesn’t do it violently but there’s enough force to make me jump at the sound. Max’s hips arch up at the feeling and he moans as his eyes close. His abs contract and his erection goes from eager to desperate in seconds. Trevor leaves his hand there and pushes Max down until he’s fighting against the hold, trying to thrust.

“What did I say,” Trevor demands in a dark tone and Max’s chest spasms as he takes deep breaths through his nose.

My brain is convinced I should be appalled. But I remember how it felt to have Trevor’s hand on me. Slapping my skin and holding in the burn. I’m not surprised Max can’t concentrate with the hit coming so close to his erection.

Max’s hand goes to the headboard and he gives three knocks in quick succession.

“Good, babe,” Trevor gives him a smile that seems too vicious to be happy. He trails the backs of his fingers over his hip and down the inside of his thigh to squeeze just above his knee.

Max whimpers and lies back, trying to catch his breath as if he’s just finished running a race.

“That’s the signal to stop,” Trevor tells me without taking his eyes off of Max. “Do you need it Max?”

He shakes his head vigorously, staring at Trevor as if he’s silently pleading him to keep going.

“Are you sure, babe?”

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