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Kace motions down the hall. “Let’s head to the bedroom.”
I don’t move. The sparkling lights of the Christmas tree are far more exciting than the lights in a bedroom. I want to be lost in the magic–in the spirit of getting the best gift ever. I tease, “Since when does Krampus–”
“Grab something padded, Loren, maybe a bedspread. And hurry, because this naughty girl needs an ass-whooping.”
Loren slaps my butt, gives me a kiss, then heads for the bedroom, but not before I see how hard his cock is straining against his jeans.
I’m being hoisted over Kace’s shoulder, “Daddy–” The nickname flies out of my mouth. Did Loren hear?
Chapter Seventeen
Loren
Bellamie’s standing in front of the Christmas tree and Kace is carefully laying out several ropes by the time I return. He hands one to me. “Let’s get this naughty girl under control. I’ll do one arm, you do the other.”
She lifts her gaze, looking at me sheepishly from under her lashes. I have my answer. My ears didn’t deceive me when I thought she called KaceDaddy. That explains the look I saw pass between when nicknames came up.
What am I supposed to say? It would be weird for her to call meDaddy, right? It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t change anything. So why can’t I let it go? I toss the bedspread over the carpet.
“Are you okay with this?” I ask Bellamie. “With me learning on you?”
She nods, and I’m pretty sure she checks out my crotch. This goddam jealousy has softened my erection slightly.
She says, “I’m okay, are you?” Her expression tells me that her question is about more than the matter at hand.
The last thing I want to do is get in a pissing match over nicknames. I swallow my pride and fold the bedspread in half, giving it more cushion. “I’m fine.”
Oblivious to what’s going on between Belle and me, Kace asks, “Your jeans and sweatshirt aren’t great for Shibari, Bellie.”
“For what?” I ask. Maybe my ears are playing tricks on me.
“Shibari… in the simplest form, it’s artistic knots used for bondage, but it’s truly about so much more… trust, vulnerability, control… There’s a lot to it. But it’s always done with the bunny’s safety in mind.”
“Bunny?” I don’t want to go down another rabbit hole of nicknames, but I hate being on the outside.
“Yeah, rope bunny, but some people prefer rope model or rope slut, and the person doing the tying is the rigger.”
Slut? That’s not getting any better, especially since it makes Belle smile. “Bunny is good.”
“Where were we?” Kace scans his ropes then Belle. “Oh yeah, your clothes could get bound up or pinch.”
That didn’t stop him at Krampusnacht.
“I’m good with naked.”
Of course she is. And of course I am. I want her to be happy. I committed to sharing her if that’s what– Fuck!
She slides her pants down. Her red cotton panties match my Santa suit. And then they’re gone too. I can’t breathe.
Kace caresses her leg and studies her with admiration. She extends her arms overhead. “Anyone want to strip the bunny?”
I snap to and pull her shirt over her head. Our eyes lock. There’s something new in them. Not really a surprise since this situation is more intimate than at the auction. We’re not fulfilling an obligation. We’re committed.
Taking a moment to memorize every curve of her body, my gaze drifts downward. She’s so perfect. So willing. So mine… ours. That’s going to be hard to get used to. My stomach knots.There’s a burning in my chest. Fuck! I don’t want to ruin this by being jealous that she gave Kace a nickname and not me.
He stands beside us and takes her arm. “We'll start with some basic knots and designs, make sure we’re all comfortable before deciding if we add sex or do that separately.”
“Just a minute.” She takes her arm from Kace.
