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The words came out a bit huskier than I’d intended. Ryan blinked and cocked his head. Glancing around, he finally noticed the tent in my pants and how he was leaning into me. “You weren’t kidding when you said you wanted to be tied to the bed.”
“Well, you said I wanted to be tied to the bed. I just said yes.” Internally, it’d been more like hell yeah, but I thought that’d been fairly obvious.
Ryan snorted. “You practically melted into the floor. Maybe if you’re good, Dare will tie you up, and if I’m good, he’ll let me play with you while you’re stretched out on the bed.”
Oh.
I’d fantasized about being tied to that bed more times than I could count. I’d paid way too much for it because the first time I’d seen it, I’d known it was perfect. The idea that I was going to end up tied to it was overwhelming and incredible.
Chuckling, Ryan leaned in and kissed me again. “I know you’re turned on by the idea, but if you come now, I’m going to tell Dare.”
I was harder than I should’ve been considering no one was touching my cock. “Snitch.”
Ryan beamed. “Damn right, because it might get me a reward.”
“Most of the time Dare hasn’t said we couldn't…get off.” He’d threatened to make it a rule, but he’d said he wouldn’t do it until we had a chance to talk and discuss everyone’s needs.
“But you want him to.”
I played dumb. I wasn’t sure why. “Want him to what?”
“Chicken.” But Ryan wasn’t upset. He just smiled. “You want him to tell us we can’t get off.”
Ryan must have been feeling ridiculously horny because he kept going, leaning into my personal space and sending shivers down my spine. “You want him to control you…to control us. You like the idea of him keeping you hard and needy and not letting you come…of making me frustratingly aroused but not letting me get off either.”
“Yes.” Hiding things from him…from them…was stupid. No matter how much my natural inclination was to keep shit to myself, I needed to share things with them or it would all fail. “I want him to control a lot.”
“I know. I don’t think I need it as much, but I get that you do.” Ryan said it in his matter-of-fact way that I was starting to get used to.
“You’ve thought about this for a long time too. Not like three people or me, but you’ve thought about giving up control for a long time.” He’d talked a little bit about the stuff he’d done with Ian, but he’d been vague. One day I wanted to know the rest of the story.
“Yeah.” I knew by the foggy look in his eyes and the way he smiled that he was remembering back. I was too. “At first, he had this way of making it seem like it was all my idea.”
Oh yes. “But then after a while the pretense wasn’t necessary and it was just him.”
Ryan nodded. “Dare makes me feel the same but…more. With Ian, I knew it wasn’t going anywhere. He made that perfectly clear. But with Dare…”
I nodded. “He’s like a force of nature.” Dare was an individual in the truest sense of the word.
“And with him, I can see more than just having fun or experimenting like it was with Ian.” Ryan’s voice was more hesitant, like he wasn’t sure how I would react to it. “He’s…special.”
“Me too. I like him.” It was my turn to start putting myself out there. “I like us with him. And I like how things have changed between us now that he’s…with us.”
Ryan grinned. “So I shouldn’t have needed Dare to push me into kissing you?”
I could feel the heat rising on my face. “No. You never need any excuse.”
“I’m glad.” Ryan’s smile turned heated as he leaned in close, his intent clear. “I think every day should start with a good-morning kiss.”
As his lips brushed mine, I whispered against them, “That’s a rule I could get used to.”
I couldn’t decide if his honesty was from sleep deprivation or just the overwhelming urge to come destroying his internal filter, but he shifted closer as he pulled away from my mouth, kissing along my jaw. “What if I said I wanted to kiss more places than just your lips?”
He picked the one morning Dare said we couldn’t come to tell me this?
My frustrated groan had Ryan quietly laughing. “I think that’s a yes.”
He expected me to respond with words?
