Chapter 41
Victor
After the heavy discussion this morning, D thought it would be a good idea for us all to go swimming in the lake and just spend the rest of the afternoon telling funny stories and relaxing.
Gabbi and I stand in front of the sink finishing up the dishes when Ty comes up behind us and puts his arm around both of us. “Kids, it’s time.” Oh god, what now? “Will you two please accompany me and my beautiful wife downstairs?” Downstairs? I didn’t even know there was a downstairs.
Gabbi and I dry our hands and turn to follow Ty. It isn’t until I turn around that I see he’s only wearing a pair of jeans, hanging low on his waist, and he’s barefoot. Hmm, interesting choice. I look over and see that Gabbi registers the same thing.
Ty leads us downstairs without a word. Gabbi and I share a couple of inquisitive looks, and I see that she’s looking a little nervous, so I reach down and grab her hand, interlocking our fingers. Fuck, I love her skin on mine. I don’t remember why we ever stopped holding hands.
Once we get downstairs, Ty walks us through a door that opens to what appears to be an extra master suite. It’s a giant room with French Doors centered on a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows. The doors open to a patio with a hot tub and a fire pit with four white Adirondack chairs circling it.
The lighting in the room is soft, but it’s well lit, and the floors are the same hardwood from upstairs with a beautiful black, white, and gold Persian rug.
It looks like we’re in a different world with the black and gold tapestries on the wall and the two throne chairs sitting on either side of the bed.
The chairs are black leather with gold trim, facing each other with a bed in the middle, like they’re prepped for onlookers to sit and watch a main attraction. Huh, that’s kinda strange.
Looking toward the center of the room, the bed between the throne chairs is a large four-poster bed, though the posts look different than any other one I’ve seen.
These posts seem to have steel rungs at different heights on each post. There are no blankets on the bed, just a fitted black sheet that looks shiny, almost rubbery.
Noticing the bed, Gabbi leans in and whispers in my ear, “Remember the books that Emma let me borrow?” When I nod, she continues. “Well, one of them was heavy on the kink and had a sex bed in it. The bed had metal rings attached at different points on the frame for bondage play.”
Her nose brushes my ear, and fire engulfs my entire body.
That small touch, combined with her whisper and talk of bondage, just got me rock hard in seconds, but she doesn’t notice as she keeps on explaining.
“Then in another one, the couple, well, actually throuple, used a waterproof sex sheet for,” she pauses and I look down at her, not able to stop myself from watching her plush lips form more seductive words.
Her gaze meets mine, and she stops talking, swallowing hard.
“Sex sheet for what?” My voice is low and rough.
Gabbi licks her lips and sinks her teeth into the bottom one before continuing slowly.
“The sheet is for anything, really, but super helpful for women who are, um… extra wet, down there.” Her eyes drop down to below her waist. “You know, like, um…women who…uh, squirt.” A deep shade of red rushes up Gabbi’s neck and onto her cheeks as she states the word.
A crooked smile grabs the side of my mouth as she reddens more under my knowing gaze, “You mean women like you, Rockstar?” I’m practically drooling and about to explode in my pants, and all that’s happened is an exchange of words. What the hell are we about to get into?
Gabbi and I are locked in a heated gaze when we hear Ty clear his throat, causing us to break eye contact and refocus on him standing in front of us with Emma tucked into his side.
I hear Gabbi’s sharp intake of breath, which I can only assume is her response to what Emma’s wearing.
Emma is dressed in a black lace nightie that comes to her mid-thigh.
I immediately look away out of respect for Ty, but what the fuck?
“Um. Ty, can you please tell us what the fuck is going on?” Gabbi squeezes my hand as I ask the question.
Ty and Emma look at us with genuine smiles on their faces.
With the utmost confidence and zero embarrassment, Ty answers.
“This is an exercise for you two.” A look of fear must be plastered on both of our faces, because Ty lifts his hand that isn’t around Emma in a stop motion.
“Now, hear me out. Emma and I would like to give you an opportunity to explore and share sexual ideas and desires without panicking about the fact that you all haven’t had sex in quite some time.
This way, you can communicate things that you might like to do with each other, but without the pressure.
Sometimes showing is easier than telling. ”
Ty gives us a couple of minutes to digest. Gabbi’s the one to speak first, “What if it’s stuff you all don’t like or aren’t comfortable doing?”
Emma answers her without hesitation, “We’ll use the colors, just like you all have been.” A mischievous smile breaks across Emma’s face when she adds, “But you’ll be hard pressed to find something that Ty and I aren’t comfortable doing. So what do you say? Will you let us do this for you?”
Gabbi has taken the reins here, and I’m still kind of in shock, though I must say I’m warming up to the idea of Gabbi and me having a safe space to explore. “How will this work?” Gabbi squeezes my hand when she asks. I am not sure if she is trying to pull strength to her or push comfort to me.
Ty is the one to respond, “You and Vic will sit in the chairs next to the bed, and Emma and I will be your puppets for lack of a better term. You all will tell us things that you would want to do if it were you two, and we’ll do it instead.”
“So like surrogates?” Gabbi relaxes a bit.
“Yes. Exactly.” Emma answers her.
Gabbi looks up at me, flicking her eyes back and forth between mine, looking for an answer. We stand there looking each other over for a few minutes when Ty interrupts, “All we need is your answer.”
Gabbi nods, not breaking eye contact with me, and I respond in kind. Ty tsks, “Words you two. Do you want to do this?”
We both answer without hesitation, “Yes.”
In that one word, I feel the apprehension in the room fall away, then hear music start through the speakers in the walls. Bad Intentions by Niykee Heaton starts the playlist and ignites the sexual tension in the room.
Before Ty and Emma move, Ty tells us, “Either one of you can stop this at any time. I also want you to feel free to take your clothes off or not. It’s all about your comfort levels.
” Gabbi and I nod with understanding, and Ty gives our last instruction before turning control over to us.
He gestures from us to the throne-like chairs, “Please, take your seats.”