ChapterThirty-Eight
Ruby
“Uh,” David stammers as he walks into the kitchen to see me naked and brandishing a knife at Declan. “Is this foreplay or should I be worried?”
“Definitely foreplay,” I state and flick the knife at the button on Declan’s shirt. It pops off and pings on the countertop.
“So all good?” David ventures.
“All good,” I confirm. “You see, Declan, here has confessed his sins to me and now he needs to be punished.”
“Oh, do I?” he growls at me.
“You do,” I say and slice off another button.
“Well, then, Mistress. I am at your mercy.”
His devilish smile disarms me. I hadn’t expected him to want this. I thought he was a Dom through and through. Seems I’ve got a little Switch on my hands, and they are itching to touch him and make him squirm.
“You like that?” I purr, grabbing his shirt and running the knife down through the cotton of the remaining buttons so they scatter all at once.
With the blade still in my hand, I shove his jacket and shirt off his shoulders and lick my lips when I see him shirtless and divine. He is spectacularly built. Not bulky muscles like Ramsey and Layton, but slender and tight with abs that make me want to lick them.
I lean down and trail my tongue in between the defined ridges, enjoying his soft moan of pleasure, following up with a rough scrape of the knife.
“Stay,” I order David as I sense him about to leave.
“You sure?” he mumbles.
I give him a mock-scathing look. “Obviously. You are as much a part of this as we are.”
“You want me to watch?” he asks quietly.
“For now. But I want you to join in later.”
“How about we take this to the bedroom, then,” he says, coming closer and surprising me when he undoes Declan’s belt and starts to lead him out of the kitchen from one end.
Declan takes it all in his stride and follows David, a smirk on his face that makes me smile in delight. I trail after them, wondering if Declan has ever been with a man before. I don’t know where the thought came from. Maybe it was seeing him and David in a sexual encounter, as slight as it was. Ramsey and Layton are embroiled in a hushed conversation in the sitting room as I walk in, but they shut up when they see me.
“Care to share?” I ask.
Both sets of eyes laser over me and fill with a desire that makes me feel pretty damn good about myself.
“It can wait,” Ramsey says, approaching me quickly, shedding his leather jacket and throwing it on the sofa.
“Okay,” I murmur, deciding not to concern myself too much over it. If it was important, I’d like to think they’d come straight out with it.
“So how does this work?” he asks bluntly. “All together or one at a time?”
I burst out laughing because the honesty is adorable and to be fair, I haven’t got a fucking clue. I have never had sex with more than one man at a time, ever. The incident in the bathroom with David and Layton was instinct and was hardly a three-way. It was a two-and-a-half-way at best.
“I guess we just play it by ear,” I snicker and take his hand to lead him to the bedroom.
What I find when I get there makes my pussy go damper. Declan is on his knees and David has taken the loosened belt and fastened it around his neck.
“Oh my,” I murmur.
“To your liking?” David asks, sitting in the small armchair in the corner of the room.