“He’s not narrow-minded. He might not have realized alpha doesn’t mean exclusive top or that alpha doesn’t always mean someone is a strict Dom, but that doesn’t mean he’ll have an issue with it.” No matter what people were actually doing in their own bedrooms, society had a very narrow view of sexual roles.
It was stupid.
As I pushed down the sexy briefs Graham was wearing, I smiled. He was wearing his favorite pair. I wasn’t sure if it was a deliberate choice or not, but it was clear he was at least subconsciously hoping to get lucky tonight.
Wrapping the restraint around the base of his cock, I secured the main strap before moving down to the smaller one that wrapped around the area that his knot would form. It was a fabulous toy Silas had mentioned a few years ago. It wouldn’t keep him from getting hard, but it would press against his knot to keep it from forming so even when it was soft he’d remember who he belonged to.
As I refastened his pants, Graham sighed. “The next time I get the paddle out, I’m going to remember this moment.”
“Oh good. Then make sure to remind me too because that’s going to be fucking hot.” Standing up, I kissed him quickly. “You haven’t dragged out the paddle in ages.”
“Because that hairbrush is fucking hot.” Graham took a deep breath and wrapped his arms around me to give me a tight hug. “I love you.”
I snorted. “Of course you do. I have the best naughty ideas, and who else would put up with all the vegetables you eat?”
He barked out a laugh. “You’re insane.”
“You say the sweetest things.” Giving him one more smacky kiss, I let him step back from me. “Now, no more talking about paddling me or I’ll have a hard-on when we meet him at the restaurant.”
Graham was more into restraints and more subtle forms of submission when he needed it, but when I submitted I wanted fabulous, beautiful pain to go with my restraints. “I think Jonah would love to help you redden my ass. What do you think? Should we ask him?”
“Fuck.” Graham rolled his eyes. “Let’s go before you get any more bright ideas.”
Laughing, I followed my sexy worrywart out to the car. As he climbed behind the wheel, I couldn’t help teasing him again. “You know, I bet you could get matching butt plugs so I could bend you both over and play with you at the same time.”
He groaned and his head flopped back against the seat. “Stop that.”
Graham had to reach down and adjust his dick before starting the car, so I knew how he was really feeling about the sexy image I’d put in his head. He looked so straitlaced, but he was a kinky fucker. He was just shy.
It was cute but probably had more to do with how he was raised than his own natural preferences.
I teased him a bit more as we drove across town but mostly behaved myself because I wanted him relaxed, not horny and frustrated. Well, not too frustrated. He was doing well until we parked and started walking toward the door where Jonah was waiting nervously too.
The little twitches and hesitant glances were so fucking cute and made me want to bend both of them over in the parking lot, but that wouldn’t work, so they were going to have to relax. As we walked up, I saw Jonah’s hand shift and I guessed he wasn’t sure how to greet us. Handshakes were for business colleagues, not dates.
“Hey.” Telegraphing my intentions carefully, I held open my arms and gave him a quick hug. I could feel him relax as I moved away and he smiled as Graham quickly moved to get a hug too. I flashed Jonah a grin and gave Graham a narrow stare. “Any excuse to feel up the sexy omega, huh?”
Graham started stumbling over words as Jonah giggled. Graham finally gave me a stern glare. “Stop that.”
“I won’t agree to that promise.” I rolled my eyes. “That wouldn’t be fun at all.”
Jonah was clearly delighted with my humor because he beamed at me. “I personally don’t need you to behave.”
Graham huffed. “Traitor. Don’t encourage him.”
Still grinning, Jonah shrugged. “Well, since you’re not my Dom, I don’t think that order applies yet.”
“Yet.” Graham pushed back, clearly feeling more confident because of Jonah’s teasing. “I’m not your Dom yet, naughty boy.”
That teasing comment had a shiver racing through Jonah, and Graham shifted enough I knew the restraint around his dick was starting to remind him of our earlier conversation I cleared my throat. “We’renot yet.”
Glancing around the parking lot, I shook my head. “And you’rebothnaughty. This is not the place for that discussion. We’re going to have a nice dinner and get to know each other, then we’ll see what happens.”
Graham nodded, but Jonah looked needy and sweet. “Yes, Sir.”
So cute and so fucking hot.
“Good boy. Now let’s go in.” I’d worked some magic and had been promised a quiet table in the back, so as we sat down there was no one else in our immediate area. I might have given the person who’d taken my reservation the impression we were having delicate business negotiations.
