teasing tone.
“Mind if we hang out here for a while?” Gideon asked.
“Have at it.”
“You two,” Gideon commanded the possessions, “strip, then in the water.”
I watched Jasper as his eyes followed the three of them. I could sense some of his tension, figured he was wondering if I would invite those possessions to join us. I liked the idea of him thinking about it, although I had no desire to invite anyone to play with us. I’d heard Jasper loud and clear, and I would not violate his trust in me. Plus, I happened to enjoy the one-on-one we had between us.
“I didn’t realize there was a party.”
I turned to see Zion walking toward us. He was wearing a pair of shorts while Micah walked two steps behind, already naked.
“The more the merrier,” I told him. “Although, I didn’t bring enough for everyone.”
“No worries. We ate early. It’s time for dessert.” Zion’s gaze shifted to Micah, who was sporting some serious wood. “Grab a float.”
Micah headed over to a nearby storage room, came back carrying a silver float big enough to hold one person.
Zion didn’t hesitate, dropping his shorts and taking the steps down into the water.
*
Jasper
Nervous.
That was what I was.
I could feel my lungs working harder as my breathing grew more labored. It had started the moment I’d found the rope and grown increasingly more rapid since then.
Now, as the others played in the pool, I kept my attention divided between them and Ransom, who was still manning the grill. Every so often, he would look my way as though admiring me. It only heated my blood more, had my cock thickening until it was damn near painful. No thanks to the coarse fibers brushing against sensitive skin.
He’d told me to relax, but there was no way that was happening. Not when my brain was working double time in an attempt to figure out what his plan for me was. Deep down inside, I knew he had no intention of inviting anyone to join us, but convincing my imagination was another story. It added to the torture, the anxiety.
“Just a few more minutes,” Ransom said when he walked over, smiling down at me. “Are you hungry?”
I wasn’t. Not anymore. But I still answered with a nod of my head, because I would eat if he wanted me to. Hell, I would do anything this man wanted me to.
“They’re watching you,” he said, glancing at those in the pool. “I think they’re jealous of my rope bunny.”
My chest swelled with an unnamed emotion. He used to tease me about that, long ago. I’d always found pleasure in how he said it, so much amusement in his tone. This was the Ransom I had fallen in love with so long ago, the man I’d remembered, the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with now. I trusted him, knew he wouldn’t hurt me. Not physically, not emotionally. Not on purpose, anyway.
“I like you like this,” Ransom said, his eyes heating. “At my mercy.”
He left me with those words ringing in my ears.
The next half hour, Ransom alternated between feeding me and teasing me, while he ate and casually chatted with Zion and Gideon, as though it was perfectly normal. They discussed various things, mostly work. They told stories, about previous possessions, current ones, even about how they’d come to be here. Had it not been for my anxiety levels ratcheting up with every passing second, I probably would’ve learned a lot.
The conversation lulled, and it took a few minutes before I realized the interactions in the swimming pool had turned more … erotic. Zion was still relaxing on the float, but Micah was now between his legs, servicing him with his mouth. On the other end, Gideon was directing Cody and the other possession while they stroked and sucked one another, performing for his pleasure.
It was difficult not to watch because of the eroticism of it, but my attention continued to shift back to Ransom while I waited to see what he was going to do with me.
He finally came over after putting the empty plates on the counter near the grill.
His eyes were hooded, his mouth lax. He looked good. Relaxed.
But he also looked hungry.
To my surprise, he untied me, but I should’ve known he wasn’t finished. Rather than go back to the privacy of his villa, Ransom continued to prove how creative he was with those ropes. He had me prop myself on the curved end of