Chapter 11
11
Kaden
As I watched Nick hoist Yaz into the air with scarlet rope and the most intricate knots I’d ever seen, I could admit to being damn impressed.
I’d assumed we’d come here, to his space, and fuck.
Nope.
Instead, we’d eaten a gourmet meal of roasted duck, asparagus, baby potatoes, and fresh-baked whole-wheat rolls.
And now? The most stunning suspension I’d ever witnessed. His movements as he’d tied her were graceful. Elegant.
She’d descended deep into subspace with each constriction.
Her ability to get lost within her own mind when sunk into pleasure was something I loved about her. Truth was, I loved a lot of things about her.
And you might’ve lost her. Hell, you might still lose her .
Given how far gone she was at the moment, I felt justified in worrying that she might choose a guy who could do this to her rather than a guy who wanted an open relationship so he could have sex with random strangers quite often.
How did you miss how unhappy she was?
Was she unhappy? Or did he happen to come along at the right time?
Or the wrong time?
I’m so confused.
Nick stood back, likely admiring his handiwork.
I rose from the chair he’d indicated I plunk my ass in and made my way over to him.
He gazed at me. Then offered me a wide grin.
“This is where you’re at your happiest, I assume.” I whispered the words.
“Yeah, pretty much.” His smile widened. “I have other talents as well.”
I eyed the St. Andrew’s Cross in the corner, the huge bed with obvious restraints, as well as the wall adorned with whips, floggers, crops, various other things I couldn’t identify, along with a wicked-looking leather strap. When Yaz told me this guy was into BDSM, I’d done some furtive searches. Since that’d only been a couple of days ago, I hadn’t done nearly the amount of research that would make me comfortable placing myself—or Yaz—into this guy’s hands.
Yet she’d said she was coming here. So I had the choice of getting with the program or being left behind. I didn’t actually believe he was a serial killer. I also wasn’t certain what kind of damage he could do to Yaz when I wasn’t here. Psychological as well as physical. She had to be in peak shape for what we did. No distractions. No injuries. Even a bruise could derail her.
“When will you let her down?”
Her eyes remained closed and her breathing shallow.
“Soon. There’s no pressure on her joints, and she won’t bruise.”
Echoing my own concerns.
“Why do you do this?”
He met my gaze with his intense blue eyes. “Because I can? Because it brings pleasure to both me and my partner? Because I see beauty?” He winced. “I meant to ask if I could take a photo for my private collection.
Immediately I went on high alert.
He held out his hand in an I mean you no harm gesture. “I take the photos on my digital camera, print them out, then delete the originals.”
Sounded reasonable, but I still worried.
“You can take my picture.” Yaz’s sweet voice carried through. “I’d like a copy for myself. And for Kaden.” She opened her eyes and met my gaze. “I think he’d wank off to it, given half a chance.”
You’re not wrong . Not only because she looked stunning—but because Nick had done this. The intricacy. The intimacy.
Nick moved to a wardrobe where he pulled out a drawer and withdrew an SLR camera. Incredibly fancy and mighty expensive. Slowly he removed the lens cap, placed that on a table, and then began to move around his masterpiece, taking photographs from every angle.
Finally, he stopped by Yaz’s face. “I’ll let you down in just a moment.”
Her eyes fluttered open. “I’m very happy.”
“I had a thought.”
“I like thoughts.” She grinned.
“Would you like Kaden to suck your nipples?”
Her green eyes lit. “Oh, yes, please.”
In the intricate designs, he’d left her nipples exposed. I could easily kneel before her and could suck, lick, and bite. My mouth salivated at the idea.
She shifted.
With a subtle nod from Nick—which I took as an invitation—I positioned myself. “You okay, Yaz?”
“I will be when you touch me.”
I grinned. My bossy one was back. I traced her nipples slowly with my finger. Already erect, they hardened.
She squirmed.
“Uh—”
“It’s fine, Kaden.” Nick laid a hand on my shoulder. “I’ve got it under control. But don’t move too much.”
I assumed that warning was for Yaz. I placed my lips to her beautiful rosy nipple and sucked.
She moaned.
From there, everything came naturally. I’d done this so very often. I worshipped her body on a regular basis. Today, though, was different. The reverence wasn’t just because I worried I might lose her to Nick. Slowly, inch by inch, I was realizing I had more to lose…and more to gain…if I let this man fully into our lives.
“More, Kaden.” Yaz arched her back to thrust her nipple into my mouth.
You can’t lose focus . I nibbled, sucked, and then bit. Not too hard. Just the way she liked it.
Again, she squirmed. “You’re going to make me come.”
I was. I could totally do it. Her breasts were so sensitive that, when I was in the mood, I could make her come without even touching her clit.
“Ah, not a good idea.” Nick moved to the rope. “I’m going to untie you and then, if you want, you can watch Kaden fuck me.
My jaw dropped.