Eventually.
But I decided I wasn’t in any rush to make my brain come back online.
“We can make do until we get a chance to go shopping.” Russ’s response didn’t answer anything, but it was so hot I couldn’t complain.
They were going to shop for restraints for me?
“Wouldn’t he look so pretty in a collar?” Russ’s fingers trailing down my neck as Graham gripped me tighter had me moaning again. “He likes that idea.”
Oh yeah.
Okay, probably not vanilla.
Thank fuck.
“I think a full set of restraints for him are going to be in order.” Russ was talking like he was planning on shopping for a nice watch for me instead of sex toys. “Wrists, ankles, cock…yes, a full set of fun restraints for our needy omega.”
Needy didn’t even begin to describe how I was feeling.
I’d long since passed that point and was well into desperate and crazy. Something about them made me feel safe enough to let out all the things I’d suppressed for so long. All the desires I’d pushed away and all the needs that had gone unsatisfied for so long were starting to rise. It was frightening and welcoming all at the same time.
“How do you feel about being naked and restrained?” Graham’s question was almost tender and that somehow made it even more erotic. “When we talked about the layout and plans, you seemed to like the idea of sexy subs walking around naked.”
I’d tried so hard to hide how the conversations made me feel; it was almost humiliating knowing he’d been able to tell how turned on I was. Unfortunately, the embarrassment only made my desire spike even higher.
“Yes, naked and decorated with sexy restraints.” Russ trailed a finger around my ear, making me whine as he kept up the sexy fantasy. “And a matching leash to lead him around.”
Shit.
I couldn’t come from just dirty talk and being restrained, could I?
“That sounds perfect.” Opening my eyes, I saw Graham giving me a tender, possessive look I’d been longing to see since the first time I met him.
“Let’s get him inside so we can talk more and see what else our omega likes.” Russ’s tone was just as possessive as Graham’s expression. He was so confident. It was like Russ just knew it would all work out and I was theirs.
His confidence was like a breath of fresh air I hadn’t realized I’d needed.
Graham nodded and moved us away from the car without releasing me. I heard the door shut and realized that Russ had taken my keys from me when the lock clicked on the car. It was probably good someone was thinking. There was enough privacy in their yard I wasn’t worried about anyone seeing us, but security was still a good thing.
The arm that was wrapped around me relaxed and moved away as he started leading me toward the house, but he continued the wonderful pressure on my neck that kept all the worries at bay. They weren’t wrong about how much I loved being restrained. It’d just been so long since I’d been able to let go like that.
It’d been forever since I’d been able to let go at all.
I was at the point where the need wasn’t merely physical but emotional as well, and I just hoped I could find the words to explain it.
As we headed inside, I expected Graham to release me, but thankfully, that didn’t seem to be the plan. When Russ shut the front door, Graham cupped my face with his free hand. “What’s your safeword?”
That had to be the most perfect sentence ever.
I had to swallow several times to get the word out. “Red…stoplight colors.”
Making things more complicated had never been my style, and I’d always known I would need to keep it simple if I was going to remember it during a scene. Just the few times I’d found someone to explore BDSM with had shown me that I sank deep fast, and I wasn’t going to set myself up for problems.
“Very good.” Graham ran his thumb down my cheek and glanced at Russ while I just stood there, trying to find my brains that seemed to still be scattered all over the driveway.
“What about those silk scarves that were too soft?”
I didn’t even hear Russ’s response as my brain tried to figure out what he hadn’t said. Why did they have restraints and why were silk scarves too soft?
