Present Tense (Out of the Fire #3) - Candace Blevins Page 0,110
“Let’s just tread water there for a bit, see where things are in a month or two — or maybe even a year or two. No one in this car is asking you for more.”
“No,” Collosa agreed. “We aren’t. Let’s talk logistics a moment. We all care about her, right? We’re aiming for a poly relationship. I know we’d given up on it, but now that it seems to be happening, that’s the goal, right?”
Eunice turned to look at Collosa, who was focused on the road. “Yeah. What logistics do we need to discuss?”
“For the time being, at least, I’m good with you leading sex scenes, but I’d like to be on board with a general outline before we walk in.”
“I’m good with that,” Fabio said from behind them. “You decide, and unless Collosa and I both disagree strongly enough to speak up, we follow your lead. We have to show a united front around her, so we need to have those discussions before the scene starts. If one begins spontaneously, we’ll have to trust you to get it right, but it’s probably best you don’t spring something new in that situation.”
Eunice nodded. He was in charge when it was his slave, but on the rare occasion they’d shared someone who wasn’t his slave, this had been the way it had usually worked. Occasionally, one of the others might want to lead, but that was worked out beforehand.
“Fabio was in charge the other day,” Eunice pointed out. “I think one of you will need to lead when it’s supposed to be romantic — when it’s about feelings more than power exchange. Realistically, for most scenes, it probably makes sense for me to drive, but ya’ll will have to step up if we think she needs the touchy-feely romantic shit.”
Fabio chuckled. “Agreed. The very fact you use the words romantic and shit together says you don’t get to be in charge of it.”
Eunice rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. The cat made a valid point. “We need all four of us in action tonight, but I’m not certain I can give you a game plan headed in, other than the goal at the end, which will be all of us using her — one per hole.” He rubbed his right palm over the denim on his thigh. “Some pain, but I don’t know how much. I’ll need to play with it as we go.”
“I’m on board with that,” said Fabio. “Sometimes it feels as if she craves pain, sometimes she needs to be assured you can be gentle.”
“I want her to smell like all of us,” Collosa said. “Even if she just sips from us at the beginning. And, while she’s sipping, I want the hard-on cocktail.”
“I’m on board with that, too,” Fabio said with a laugh.
“She drank from me yesterday,” Eunice said. “I’ll skip that part.”
“No.” They were off the interstate now, and Collosa looked over at him. “All three of us in her body at the same time. Blood, dicks, and jizz. If you don’t want the hard-on deal then tell her, but tonight feels important. First time she’s had all three of us at once.”
Kelsey was up when they arrived, standing on the back of a sofa, leaning forward. Eunice wanted to go to her, but he stood near the door with the other men, and watched.
“Levitation is one of those things that usually just kicks in, at first,” Venom explained when they’d closed the door to the downstairs sitting area, coming in from the garage through the light-proof safety room. “She’ll lean forward slowly until either gravity takes hold and she bellyflops onto the floor, or her levitation kicks in and either makes her float, or softens her landing.”
She leaned forward until gravity took hold, and she slammed into the tiled floor, face first.
“Again,” Venom told her.
Eunice could tell Fabio wanted to stop it, so he put his arm on the kitty’s shoulder. Fabio breathed out instead of saying whatever he’d been about to say, and the three stood and watched as their girl climbed onto the back of the sofa again, leaned forward, forward, forward, and then hit the floor again — but not as hard.
“Did you feel it?” Venom asked her.
“Yeah.”
“Again.”
Four more times, and Eunice was ready to call a stop to it. She wasn’t hitting the floor as hard, but it was still enough her nose was broken, and it couldn’t feel good to keep hitting the hardwood floor with her face.