“I wouldn’t have invited her if I didn’t think you’d be okay with it.”
“Okay with what?” I ask, sick of the cryptic bullshit.
He turns toward me, his back to the counter as he takes a sip of his drink, looking too fucking cool, and yeah, I can admit it, hot. Ellis is hot. He’s tall, with a perfect sweep of amber brown hair, a warm short cut beard and broad shoulders. It doesn’t hurt that he’s always dressed well and when he looks at you, it’s with so much intensity you feel like the only person alive.
“A little bondage, some pain. She likes when I tie her up, turn her back bright red, make her beg me to come.”
My drink tries to come up through my nose, but I swallow it down. Holy shit, that came out of nowhere.
“It’s nothing serious,” he says. “Just a little fun she and I like to have from time to time.”
I try to keep my emotions from showing this shit has an effect on me. Like I’m really fucking excited, curious, and…nervous.
“Of course, you’re welcome to just watch. She likes it when people watch,” he adds with a wink toward her.
“Fuck watching. I’m in.”
The smile that spreads across his cheeks makes my heart pound a little harder in my chest. Damn, Ellis has me wishing I swung both ways. He has me thinking some crazy shit lately. Like I don’t care he’s a man and has a dick. Like I don’t care that I love pussy. This man is in my head, and I don’t hate it.
After sitting around and getting to know each other for a few minutes, Ellis looks at Lilac with a lazy smirk and hooded eyes.
“Come here.”
I watch from the couch as she slides down to the floor, lust in her gaze as she crawls toward him. He’s sitting in the upholstered chair as she kneels at his feet. Something in Ellis changes as he looks down at her, stroking her chin and pulling her face up to softly kiss her lips. She keeps her hands at her side as he deepens the kiss, eliciting a low moan from her tiny body.
So far, this isn’t really any different than what we normally do. At some point, he’ll tell her to suck his dick or mine and then things will progress from there.
But then, he holds her by the chin, pulling away from the kiss. “Bedroom.”
Again, she crawls toward the room with him following close behind. When he glances back at me, I swallow. Here we fucking go.
The first thing I notice in the room are the things lying on Ellis’s bed. The first is a bundle of black rope tied together with a piece of black silk. Next to that is a paddle, nothing too big or intimidating. It’s narrow with diamond shaped cut-outs. The last thing is black leather fringe with a corded handle.
Suddenly, I wish Ellis had mixed actual drinks because right now there’s a tremor of excitement deep in my bones, and I could use something to relax me. Although I guess it makes sense why he didn’t. This isn’t shit you mess with drunk.
I know I said I wasn’t going to be an observer, but I find myself standing to the side, because watching him, the way he controls her and the way she submits to him is way more intoxicating than I expected. With a few simple commands, he has her naked on the bed, facing the headboard, kneeling as he grabs the rope. Unbinding it, he hands one strand to me.
“You said you didn’t want to watch.”
I nod, taking the nylon and moving to the opposite headboard.
“Lilac, you’ll be a good girl for Nash, won’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” she purrs, and my dick twitches.
He walks me through binding her wrist to the bedpost, and I do my best to hide the shake in my hands. What the fuck is wrong with me? Of course, Ellis catches it. He catches everything, and as he glances up from my hands, he gives me a coy smirk, and I shoot him a grimace Lilac doesn’t see.
Soon, she doesn’t see anything because he uses the black silk to blindfold her. Just the sight of her, naked and bound at our mercy is so fucking dirty and somehow goddamn beautiful. I can’t take my eyes away.
Ellis looks at the other items still on the bed, browsing through them like he’s shopping for a new suit. Finally, his hand lands on