Chapter 19
Nineteen
Reed
“We don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do, sweetheart,” I reminded Eloise as I brushed her hair into sections before braiding her long blonde tresses.
She watched me in the vanity mirror in the bathroom but was biting her thumbnail, a nervous habit I’d observed. After being on vacation for almost a week, I’d hoped she’d be more relaxed.
“I had this whole plan that I’d been hoping for but as soon as Kingston grabbed my throat during our scene at my house, I hit my peak. Lights out. I didn’t get the full experience.”
“What was missing, Eli?”
“I wanted to be manhandled around the mattress.”
“I believe the offer was to fuck your pussy until you begged me to flip you around and claim your other hole,” Kingston announced. His sudden presence had the two of us to looking over our shoulders.
He leaned against the doorframe with one arm. Heat rose to my cheeks as I studied his muscular torso, the outline of abs clear in the white t-shirt clinging to his body. He wore simple navy athletic pants that showcased the rest of his incredible muscles.
“Begging isn’t something I’m into normally, Sir,” she said offhandedly.
He strode into the bathroom, admiring my handiwork on her hair. Kingston leaned into her, licking along her collarbone. I watched them in the mirror and I was hard from the show. He bit her earlobe, eliciting a moan. A thrill drove through my body and I wanted to feel his teeth on me too.
“If I tell you to beg, babygirl? You’re going to.”
“We’ll see.”
He looked up and winked at me. “Isn’t she cute, Reed? Pretending that as soon as I get my hands on her that she’s not going to be pleading and mewing like a kitten.”
“I believe it, Sir,” I said, smiling at him.
“One rule.” He cleared his throat, waiting for our full attention.
“Stick to the trail. I don’t want to have to call the Denver National Guard to find you.
Those woods are thicker than they look. Seven acres isn’t a jungle or the wilderness by any means, but you could get turned around pretty easily. ”
“I’ll stay on the path,” Eli promised.
“I’ll do the same,” I agreed. We had spoken at length about how we wanted our chase and capture scene to go. Primal light was the nickname Kingston gave it, and I was excited, though a bit nervous myself. I wanted to give Eloise the perfect scene, covering everything she’d wanted to experience.
“If you change your mind at any point, what do you do?”
Eloise frowned as if thinking. “I can say red, use my safeword or hold out two fingers on either hand. If I can’t do that for some reason, I can nip one of you, though not hard.”
“Very good.”
“I’m still worried about hitting subspace.”
Kingston cupped her face, his hands on either side. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course.”
“Did I take care of you after our intense scene?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Which part is bothering you, princess? The way I checked your vitals last time?”
“Oh, no. It’s not that.”
I listened patiently to the two of them talk back and forth.
Eloise wanted to engage in a rougher style of play but there was a lot on her mind.
I hoped it wasn’t enough to prevent her from exploring.
King described their earlier scene as one of the most intense experiences he’d ever had with anyone.
The two of us weren’t new to BDSM in general but he had always been more sensual, relying on implements and toy-centric scenes.
This was far outside of the norm but not entirely surprising.
“Since we are not that familiar with the trail, babygirl, I’ll give you five minutes this time. Go.” Kingston swatted either side of her ass hard.
“Yes, Sir!” She shot a seductive, flirty glance toward me then dashed off.
Kingston took my hands. “You didn’t answer me. Remember that you have your safeword and your colors. Comfort is important for all three of us. If something is happening that you aren’t okay with, I need to know. Don’t sacrifice your boundaries or limits for someone else’s. Do you understand?”
“Did you make a handbook during our friendship and list all of the things I’m not great at doing?” My tone sounded sarcastic rather than obedient.
“Don’t get sassy. Your limits are important to me. Promise me you’ll use your colors if you need them.”
“Or?”
“There is no alternative here. Without your promise, we will not continue. The two of us can find our girl then we’ll do something else today. I should have asked you earlier but I didn’t think you’d fight me.”
“I promise to use my colors or my safeword if I’m uncomfortable.”
“Let’s go catch our girl.”
“Did she put up a fight, Sir? The last time, I mean.”
“She thought she did,” he replied, chuckling darkly.
We walked downstairs, our movements synced.
This side of Kingston instantly made my dick hard.
He swore he wasn’t a sadist but his normally ice-blue eyes darkened.
Fuck. I grabbed his arm, knowing he’d respond, and prevented him from moving forward.
Kingston pinned me to the wall in the living room, his hand wrapped around my throat.
“You are not in charge here, babyboy.”
I stared down at him, watching the way his jaw clenched and relaxed, his eyes darkening even more as we locked eyes. Kingston kissed me. Biting my bottom lip hard enough to make it bleed drew a moan out of mouth into his. I let myself get lost in the moment.
“I’m out of my element too, Sir,” I finally said. “I don’t want to fuck up Eli’s experience.”
“We know what she wants. We have her limits and our own.”
“We don’t want our girl getting lost in the woods.”
“There are markers along the trail. She’s perfectly safe, but you’re right. I can’t wait to fulfill her wildest fantasy. And from the way you’re reacting…”
He nipped the corner of my mouth. “Yes, Sir. Whatever you’re thinking? You’re right.”
“Go on, Reed. I’ll catch up.”
I didn’t move. King released his hold, allowing me to move freely. Two harsh slaps met the sensitive part of my body where my ass and thigh met. I grunted from the sudden flare of pain. He wasn’t kidding.
“Go.” He motioned toward the door.
I finally got my feet to comply and headed outside.