little if Will gave them a look. A deep, languid kiss after he’d made all those dirty suggestions before roughly pulling him in close? So sexy.
Could they make out on the couch all night while I talked dirty to them?
Will broke the kiss and grinned at Kelly, who looked like he hadn’t been expecting a kiss that intense. Then my husband turned to me, and he nodded toward the stairs. “Shall we?”
Okay, yeah, that was even better than the whole making out on the couch and talking dirty thing. “Uh-huh. Definitely.”
He arched an eyebrow at me, eyeing me expectantly.
Shit. Was I supposed to be doing something? Was I—
Water. Right.
I cleared my throat and gestured toward the kitchen. “I’ll get the water and meet you two upstairs.”
Will smiled, the warmth in his expression doing nothing to help me keep my balance. He kissed me lightly, then gestured for Kelly to follow him, and they headed upstairs while I went into the kitchen.
At the refrigerator, I paused for a couple of deep breaths. I was beyond excited about tonight, but a little nervous too. I was always nervous playing with someone new, especially when we started getting kinky. So far, I hadn’t seen any red flags with Kelly. Will hadn’t either. If Kelly did something that broke one of my hard limits or pushed me too far, I fully trusted that Will would step in and put a stop to it. I was safe, and I knew it. Still, nerves were to be expected.
A minute later, I joined them in our bedroom, and as I put the water bottles on the nightstand beside the lube, Will was showing Kelly our…well, I wasn’t sure what it was technically called, but Will called it the flogging horse. Kelly seemed duly impressed by it.
Will had built it a few years ago, and it was just the right size and angle for me to lean over on all fours so he could tie me on my knees and forearms and keep me there for ages. Pads under my knees, hips, and elbows prevented the kind of pain (and bruises) that would take the fun out of the scene, and strategically placed eye bolts and holes meant I could be tied in about a million different configurations. It was specifically built for us, too—just the right height for him to fuck me if he wanted to, and designed so that every measurement and angle minimized muscle strain or joint pain for both of us. That had seemed like overkill a decade ago. Now that I was on the homestretch to fifty? I appreciated the extra effort he’d put in.
“This thing is seriously cool.” Kelly ran his hand over one of the pads. Glancing up at me, he added, “Puts your ass and shoulders right where I need them.”
“It does.” Will trailed his palm up my back and gazed at me with eyes full of lust and pride. “And he can stay there for a long time, too.”
“Good,” Kelly whispered.
Will kissed my cheek. Then he stepped back, and his voice hardened. “Get undressed and get in position.”
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d gotten out of my clothes this fast. Both men watched, and Will even had me pause long enough for him to kiss me while he gave my rock-hard erection a few teasing strokes. No more, though, the bastard.
Just taking my place on the flogging horse already had me slipping deeper into that familiar headspace. It wasn’t subspace yet, but I was well on my way. It was impossible not to be with everything I was anticipating. My cock was hard now, but wouldn’t be for long—I never stayed hard in subspace.
At Will’s command, Kelly tied me—first my wrists, then my ankles. The ropes were rough enough to bite into my skin, which I loved, and he tied me tight enough that I was mostly immobile while leaving enough slack that I still had circulation and could make minor adjustments if something started to fall asleep.
Will walked around the flogging horse, tugging ropes and looking me over. “Anything I need to change?”
I shook my head. “No.”
He nodded sharply. “Nicely done, Kelly.”
I was sure I could feel Kelly’s rush from Will’s approval. Or maybe that was me. Secondhand submission or…something. I couldn’t think that clearly when I was tied and waiting for a beating.
“One more thing.” Will stepped into my peripheral vision, and the butt plug in his hand brought a curse to my lips. He was