With that toy out of the way, I continued cleaning up everything we’d played with while Aaron leaned on Will, who guided him toward the bed and helped him lie on his back. As much as I wanted to just stare at the two of them, especially the way Will stroked Aaron’s cheek and whispered about how sexy he was and how well he’d handled everything, I had my orders.
I collected the ice cubes that had wound up on the floor. The water where they’d begun to melt wouldn’t hurt the carpet, but I mopped it up anyway with the dry end of a towel Aaron had used to wipe away some sweat afterward. And I couldn’t help noticing that the carpet was indented slightly where Aaron had been kneeling, like an afterimage of that ridiculously hot scene. In my mind’s eye, he was still there, clear as day—on his knees, hands tied behind his back and face contorted with pain.
We’d run him through all kinds of pain, too. The cage and clamp had been evil as fuck, and the addition of plastic clothespins on his nipples and on the exposed skin of his balls had left him whimpering and gasping until I was ready to come in my pants.
And then Will had brought out some ice cubes, and he’d tortured Aaron by sliding the ice between the clothespins, letting the cold water drip between the rings of the cock cage, sliding ice down his back, an ice cube pressing against the sole of his foot… Fuck, it was all hot. Will had even teased Aaron’s asshole with some ice, and I’d picked that moment to tug at the various clothespins until I was genuinely surprised Aaron didn’t just collapse.
Now, he was relaxing, and I collected all the clothespins off the floor. Those went into the bucket where we’d been keeping the ice, and they could be cleaned later. I took all of that downstairs to the kitchen, left the bucket in the sink and the towel in the laundry room, and came back up with some water for all three of us. Aaron already had one water bottle, but there was no such thing as being too prepared.
“Well done.” Will took one of the bottles from me. “Relax for a bit.”
I exhaled and lounged beside Aaron. I uncapped the bottle and met Will’s gaze over his husband. “I think we need a meaner cock cage.”
Aaron’s head lolled toward me, his eyes tired but wide.
“What’s wrong?” Will teased. “Didn’t you enjoy that?”
Aaron closed his eyes, grimacing slightly. He was probably still floating, and that was the worst time to try to answer a Dom’s questions. Voice a little slurred, he said, “I plead the Fifth.”
Will snorted. “Even in bed, he’s still a lawyer.”
“Uh-huh. And I know that anything I say in subspace can and will be used against—fuck!” He jumped as a drop of water landed on his probably tender nipple.
Chuckling, Will turned his hand so another drip would fall. Condensation from his water bottle, I guessed. “What have I told you about this?”
Aaron huffed. “Miranda rights don’t apply in the bedroom.”
“Mmhmm.” Will drew his finger along the side of the bottle, then held his hand over Aaron’s chest again, letting a drop slowly form on his fingertip. “And what else?”
Will took his hand back just before the drop would’ve fallen. “Mmhmm. And don’t you forget it.” He met my gaze, and winked.
I stifled a laugh. The easy banter between these two made me envy their relationship even more. But hey, at least I got to hang out with them and play hot, kinky games. That would tide me over until Master Charming showed up.
Before long, Aaron was dozing off. He’d fallen asleep quickly during aftercare the first night, so I wasn’t at all surprised. Maybe a little disappointed that our evening was winding down, but the guy could only handle so much.
“While he sleeps…” Will nodded toward the bathroom. “I could go for a shower? Join me?”
It was an invitation, but there was a subtly commanding undercurrent to it that made my mouth water. Like I’d say no to joining him in the shower after the other night. So I nodded mutely.
He paused to press a tender kiss to his sleeping husband’s temple. God, I could not get over how adorable these two were in the quieter moments. Will could be sharp and