Kai crouches down in front of me, and just as the end of the rubberized clamp touches the delicate bud, I flinch and move away unconsciously.
His eyes come up to mine, brows pulled together. “You know your safe word, Sophie.” He’s right, I do. And I’m not afraid to use it. I open my mouth to tell him so, but he reaches out with one hand, tilting his head as he reveres me. “But I’d like you to trust me with this. I read the contract Julian sent me. I know your limits, and I know you don’t enjoy pain. This might be uncomfortable at first, and it might sting, but I’d like you to try it. For me.”
For me.
He tugs on my heartstrings with that—he knows how comfortable we’ve become around one another. We’ve gotten closer over the last few months. He’s never given me any reason to doubt him.
He’s my friend, and Idotrust him.
“Okay,” I whisper.
“That’s my good girl,” he purrs, smirking as he deftly adjusts the clamps around my nipples.
They harden, tightening with every brush of his fingers, and I find myself squirming before him. He chuckles, and I hiss when he clamps my left nipple. It’s not as tight as I remember the last time I tried them, and I realize that Kai must’ve adjusted them somehow. Relaxing a bit, he does the other nipple, and other than a small quiver, I keep still until Kai stands up.
“Stand up, please.”
I do as he says, cheeks heating. There’s an element of humiliation to the clamps, especially with the rosary that hangs down to my navel, brushing my skin like a reminder of my submission. Despite the surrender I feel, a trace of shyness rises in me knowing Julian is watching, his gaze steady and appreciative. The clamps make me feel both exposed andadorned,every sensation heightened by the feeling of being “decorated”—on display just for him, vulnerable and yet treasured.
“Step out of your tights and underwear.”
Again, I obey him this time. A part of me feels like I’m wearing a leash of sorts, and if I defy him now, he might tighten the clamps or do something else I haven’t yet thought of.
Rolling the tights down, I step out of them along with my black thong, discarding them somewhere behind me. My eyes instinctively find the floor, but a second later, I feel Kai’s finger on my chin.
“Look at me,” he says softly.
I lift my eyes to meet Kai’s, and in that moment, it’s as if something shifts inside me. Julian is my husband, my foundation, the one I’ve always built my life around. But Kai’s gaze, steady and unwavering, stirs something I can’t quite name—a warmth I didn’t realize I was missing, a pull that tugs at the edges of my heart, making room where I never expected there to be any.
Julian has always been the only person I allow myself to feel something for, but right now?
His gaze feels intense and different from what I’ve experienced with other men. It might be admiration, or perhaps something deeper. This awareness between us is both unsettling and exciting. I swallow, unsure if I’m ready to acknowledge it. But he’s here, and we’re doing this, so I can’t deny it anymore.
And I feel immediate guilt because of it.
“Turn around and show your husband how fucking good you look right now,” Kai says, stepping away.
That same guilt fills me as I turn around, and I work to keep my expression neutral. Julian’s eyes track over my unreadable expression with ease, and though this has never happened before, he lifts a hand and crooks a finger, beckoning me over.
I’m torn—because on the one hand, Julian is my husband.
But I’m also doing a scene with Kai, and it feels disrespectful to break the scene when that’s not something we normally do.
One of Kai’s hands comes to my shoulder, brushing my hair to one side. His warm breath feathers against my ear, and I look back at him for approval.
“Go on, little dove.”
Opening my eyes, I slowly walk over to my husband. As I do, he unzips his pants and pulls his cock out. My eyes go wide as I step between his legs, and his free hand comes to the back of my thigh. That one small contact makes me want to cry—it groundsand tethers me to him, and whatever I was feeling before doesn’t feel so scary all of a sudden.
Just as I reach out for his arm, I feel Kai come up behind me.
My body stills.
Thishas most definitely never happened.
“Spread your legs,” Kai says, his breath fanning against my shoulder.
I hear him open a condom package, and though I really want to turn around and watch him roll it on, I keep my eyes on Julian, who is working his cock faster now. Julian doesn’t look away from me either, and as I spread my legs, something hot and unfamiliar snakes through me. Kai is in charge of me, but in a way, Julian is now involved.
