Page 63 of Bound for You


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“But it doesn’t matter how sexy the Domsfind my ass in the sexy shorts you bought for me, or how noticeable my erectionis as I walk, or even how they’re so short my balls might pop out at any moment—Iknow I belong to you.”

I might belong to him, but winding him upwas fun.

I got a wicked look from my sexy Master andhis hand came down on my ass. “Cheeky boy.”

It wasn’t enough to push me anywhere nearan orgasm, unfortunately. He was mostly just getting back at me for teasinghim, but it just made my longing for our scene even more acute.

It’d been days since he’d let me come orflogged me, and I didn’t care who was watching tonight as long as I got to feelhis hand or something come down on me.

Which was probably why he hadn’t let me orgasm…otherwiseI’d be a lot more nervous.

Smart but still wicked Master.

“I’m your good boy, Master.” And I was alsohis horny boy.

But nothing about that would get fixeduntil I’d met his friends and it was time for our scene.

It was going to be a long night.

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“It looks likeyour relationship is progressing nicely.” Asa gave me a long stare as hewhispered the words, probably trying to subtly hint something, but I had noidea what he was talking about.

My confusion must’ve been obvious becauseLandon chuckled and leaned closer on my other side, whispering, “I think hewants to know how serious you guys are and where you’re at, but he was probablytold not to interrogate you.”

Oh.

I turned back to Asa to see him nodding.

Well, now what?

The Doms were chatting about random stuffand I had a feeling that was deliberate to give me, Landon, and Asa time to getto know each other more because magically we ended up all together at one endof the small sitting area the guys had commandeered.

It hadn’t been subtle as we’d sat down, butI’d appreciated it once I’d relaxed a bit, and it'd seemed that Warner approvedbecause he’d reached out and stroked my head tenderly.

Keeping my voice low enough that itprobably wouldn’t travel too far in all the noise, I shrugged. “I don’t thinkasking about how my relationship is going counts as interrogating me. I thinkhe was just worried about unintentionally pressuring me, maybe?”

I was trying to give Asa an out, but hejust shook his head. “No, Master said you might get offended by a conversationthat was too direct and straightforward.”

Damn, his Master knew him.

“Well, I don’t know how permission worksfor this kind of stuff, but my Master would like me to have more friends, soasking me stuff is something he’d approve.” There had to be logic in theresomewhere. “I think it would fall into too much if you didn’t take no for ananswer.”

Asa huffed. “Limits belong in friendshipsas well as in BDSM. More people need to understand how helpful safewords wouldbe in everyday situations as well.”

Huh.

“Yeah, I can see that.” Some people were sopushy—or just didn’t have enough natural boundaries—that having sociallyacceptable ways to stop them would be nice.

Asa couldn’t seem to decide what to do,though, so he looked up at his Master. It was interesting to watch. Stuartimmediately stopped everything he was doing and looked down at Asa like he wasthe most important person in the room.

I guess to Stuart, he was.

As Asa whispered to Stuart, probably tryingto get permission to question me, I glanced up at Warner to see him wearing atender expression that, unsurprisingly, matched Stuart’s. We might not havesaid the words yet, but I could see how he felt about me…and scarily enough, myfeelings mirrored his.

He must have liked what he saw in my facebecause he cupped my cheek and pulled me against his leg so he could lean downand kiss my head. “You’re doing okay?”

“Yes, Master.” I nuzzled his leg, notcaring who saw or how we looked. “Thank you for making sure we could talk.”