Page 116 of Princes of Hollywood

My panties dampen at the praise. I turn back to my plate, surprised to find it empty. Wyatt steps forward and takes it from me.

“Do you want more to eat?” His hazel eyes search mine.

I shake my head. “Thank you.”

“Role-play and rape fantasy. With prior discussion and consent at the time,” Mason clarifies.

I meet only Mason’s eyes, because if I see the longing on someone else’s face, I might cave. I’m not sure I can cave on this one. Swallowing, I ask, “Rape fantasy?”

His piercing eyes search mine. “You play like you don’t want to have sex and your partner or partners force you to give in. It’s fully consensual, but it can be thrilling for some to play at it.”

I swallow against the knot in my throat. If he’s mentioning it, one of them wants to at least try it. They’re giving me so much. Anxiety fills my chest like hornets buzzing angrily.

Mason shakes his head. He holds my chin and searches my eyes. “You can’t say yes just to please us, mouse. Not if it’s going to terrify you or harm you mentally. You can say no or say no at the time of the scene. You’ll always have a safe word. If you forget your safe word, you can use red to stop or yellow if something needs to be changed, or something is too tight or uncomfortable, or if you just need to pause the scene to use the bathroom or need a break. Just because you say yes now doesn’t mean you can’t say no later. We won’t want you any less or think any less of you for standing your ground.”

“Likewise if you want to try something later when you feel more comfortable with us. We can always discuss it more then.” Aiden’s knuckles drift down the outside of my thigh. I meet his light blue eyes.

A tear slips out unbidden. “Role-play, curious. Rape fantasy, soft limit.”

“Greer.” Aiden holds his arms out for me.

I climb onto his lap, straddling him as he holds me to his chest. I draw in a breath of his citrus scent and lock down the tears, burying my face in his shirt.

“We will always check in with you. You always have a say in whatever happens with any of us, little warrior.” His hand smooths over my hair, and that nervous energy leaves me.

I turn my face to Mason and wait for the next question.

“Recorded scenes for just us. For safety, we’d wear masks in case it ever got out.”

Aiden’s hand strokes down my back.

“Curious,” I say.

“We’ll go over the toys and the other items on the list later. Are you okay with two or more partners at a time up to all of us?”

I nod. “Yes.”

“And voyeurism, being watched? Do you want to watch other couples have sex?”

I bite my lip. So many elements of sex I haven’t had an opportunity to try. I’ve read smut to get off before. Chad tried to get me to watch porn, but I didn’t like thinking about those girls in the videos.

“Curious.”

Mason puts the stack of papers on the nightstand. “You’ll need to have separate discussions with each of us, but as of now, there isn’t anything that’s off the table that we’re interested in.” Mason holds my chin between his thumb and forefinger. He searches my eyes intently. “Hard limits, mouse. Anything an absolute no? Or something that will trigger you?”

I bite my lip. “I can’t handle being held down in the dark when I’m asleep.” Drawing in a shaky breath, I close my eyes. “I need to feel safe sleeping. That may change, but right now, I can’t do it.”

“What if you’re on top of me and I wake you up by fucking?” Roarke asks. “Is it the lack of control?”

“I don’t know.” I shake my head, unwilling to share my shame with them. Unwilling to open that locked room that holds my nightmares and bad memories for fear I’ll never get it shut again.

“Would you be willing to let me try, poppet?” Roarke’s blue eyes hold mine. “I’ll start slow, and no will stop me. Anything negative will stop me. I don’t want to hurt you or open up old wounds, but I want to give you pleasure.”

I bite my lip, wanting to give him anything he wants. “We can experiment with it.”

Aiden turns my chin until my eyes meet his. “You don’t have to. We don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

I cup his face and peer into those light blue eyes. “What are your limits, Aiden? How can I help you hold them?”

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