The moment of worry on Sunny’s face reminded Garrison what a softie she really was.
Connor danced his fingers over her bare legs, teasing her calves, her shins, the sensitive area behind her knees. They weren’t outright sensual, but after a moment, she started to relax.
“Why don’t I have any ribbons on my cuffs?”
Garrison followed her gaze to someone else, to a man with cuffs that had a multitude of ribbons tied to them.
“Because you aren’t going to be playing with random Dominants. No need to advertise what you’re looking for or your limits. These”—he grasped her cuffs, rewarded with a quick inhalation from her—“mean no one else needs to know what you’re into.”
She nodded, fidgeting when Garrison didn’t release her. He rather liked having her restrained…
And judging from the way she shifted around, she liked it too. Of course, all that squirming had had an effect on him, and his cock pressed against her ass, eager as hell.
“Speaking of limits.” Trent grasped her shoulder and leaned her back, a pillow to his side so she rested over his lap too. This stretched her across their laps like some curvy little toy for their amusement.
And Garrison’s cock throbbed at the desire to play.
Trent ran his fingers along the top edge of her corset, where the garment created cleavage. “What are yours?”
“Limits?”
“Things you won’t do.”
She hesitated again, and Garrison recalled what she’d said before. Limits were a way for her ex to know what he should do to her.
He didn’t speak, letting her work through it, letting her remember that the last time she’d set limits, they’d respected them. She had to understand that herself.
She darted her tongue out, wetting her bottom lip, leaving a spot that glistened in the dimmed lights of the seating area. “I don’t like pain.”
“You liked the clips,” Trent pointed out, running his finger over the corset, right where her nipples would be, as if to prove the point.
“That’s not pain.”
“Yeah, it is,” he countered. “I’m going to guess you mean you don’t like severe pain. There’s a difference between some clamps or spanking and using a whip.”
She shivered when Trent dipped his finger just beneath the edge of the corset.
“So, we can play with some light pain, slowly, and see where your limit is. What about anal?”
Thatgot her trying to sit up, as if the word alone was scary.
When her hands went up, Trent caught them, then, in a quick motion, lifted them above her head and hooked them to a strap on the edge of the couch. It stretched her out more, immobilized her, and the way she twisted was a thing of wonder.
“Easy,” Garrison assured her, his hand on her stomach. “We’re just having a conversation.”
Her chest rose and fell in panicky little motions before she seemed to realize she wasn’t going anywhere and that they weren’t forcing her to do anything.
She inhaled deeply, the action making her cleavage even more noticeable, before shaking her head. “I don’t like that.”
That.Again, her shyness was fucking adorable.
“So you’ve tried?”
Her pale color said it hadn’t gone well. Then again, it couldreallyhurt if a bastard was the one trying it.
“Okay,” Connor said as he continued to stoke over her legs. “We’ll put that in the limits for now. Later, you should think about it, though. You might be surprised about how you feel with the right person.”
She swallowed, her throat moving, before she nodded.