“Were you supposed to touch Bryce like that?”
“No.” Another dramatic sigh came with big puppy dog eyes. “He’s just so tempting when he’s naked.” Oliver gave Bryce a long look. “He’s a sexy tiger.”
Bryce laughed, giving up the pretense of being disappointed in Oliver. He was still watching, though, not commenting yet, so Troy kept his focus on Oliver. “Why is this not play time?”
Another dramatic sigh had Oliver looking up at the ceiling, pretending to be bored with the conversation. “Because we can’t have a good relationship just by fucking like rabbits every time you assert your dominance. We have to talk because good communication is important.”
“And?”
“And we’re not mind readers. We have to share our problems and needs.” Oliver gave Troy a sideways look. “I was very naughty. I’m sorry, Sir. I understand if you need to punish me.”
Bryce barked out a laugh again, and Troy shook his head. “No spankings for you. If you’re naughty, I can find chores for you to do. Didn’t we say all the baseboards needed to be cleaned? I think we have an old toothbrush—”
Oliver rolled over to curl into Troy’s side. “I’ll be good. Honest.”
Troy laughed. “I thought you might.”
Bryce relaxed and reached out his arm again so he was touching Oliver and Troy. “So you do this a lot?”
Troy nodded. “We broke up and got back together countless times when we were first dating because we weren’t communicating. Once we started incorporating the BDSM aspects we liked into our relationship, this was a way to make us talk. We wanted to make sure that we were being honest and to make it hard to walk away.”
“With me cuffed to the bed, I’d have to really consider how important it was to stop a discussion, and Troy can’t leave me restrained because it’s his responsibility as my Dom to keep me safe. It makes sure we’re both held responsible.” Oliver lifted his head and gave both men quick kisses. It was just enough to tempt Troy, but Bryce seemed surprised to be included in the tender peck.
“So most weekends we talk for at least a little while. Some weekends it goes for longer. Depending on how we’re feeling, I’ll move him downstairs and re-cuff him to the couch or somewhere in the kitchen. Those are usually play times.” Bryce’s eyes started to heat as Troy talked.
Did he like being restrained, or was it something else? They still had so much to learn about Bryce. “Next time, we might talk about your limits so we can understand what you need.”
Bryce’s eyes flew up to meet Troy’s. “Like a contract?”
“Nothing quite that formal yet. I was thinking just the limits discussion first. We’ll talk about contracts later, if that’s something that interests you.”
“Do you have one with Oliver?”
“Nothing that most people would call a contract.” Troy shrugged. “We’ve talked about limits and rules, but nothing is written down. We thought about waiting to write out a formal contract so we could do it with our third.”
“So you really want a third. Not just someone to play with occasionally or even on a regular basis? You want a true polyamorous relationship with another person?”
“Yes, a closed poly relationship with additional rules because of the BDSM aspects, but we want another life partner, not something casual.” Bryce was still having a hard time with the idea, but he seemed more comfortable with it than he had at dinner.
“It was one of our first talk time discussions,” Oliver piped up, starting to fidget. “We shared what we’d been thinking about and what we were frustrated with.”
“I’m going to let you both go to the bathroom, but I expect you back here quickly. Do you understand? No getting distracted, kitten. You have one minute, or it’s baseboards for you later.” Bryce was trying not to grin as he nodded at Troy’s instructions. “Kitten has a tendency to get distracted.”
“I’ll be good and come right back, Sir.” Bryce looked serious and sweet, but he gave Oliver a little wink. “I won’t get distracted. You won’t need to punish me, Sir.”
“Kiss-ass.” Oliver mumbled low, blinking innocently when Troy gave him a narrow stare.
Cocking one brow, giving Oliver a serious look, Troy got off the bed and moved to the end to unhook the cuffs from the post, leaving both men with a leash of sorts. “Come right back.”
His two sexy naked men hopped off. Bryce reached the master bathroom first and shut the door, leaving Oliver to curse as he raced for the hall bathroom. His men were going to be handfuls, but Troy had a feeling it would be worth it.
Chapter 9
Oliver
“Did you hear?” Oliver’s excited voice rang out through the house as he ended the call. They’d been taking turns talking to Bryce, and Oliver was over the moon with excitement.
“Yes. I heard.” Troy’s dry voice came from the kitchen. He wasn’t bouncing around like Oliver wanted to do, but Oliver could hear the pleased tone in his voice.
