“I’m taking this out now,” he said.
The butt plug wriggled inside of me, then slid outwards. My asshole widened and then clamped tight closed. It was strange without it there—even though it had been big, I’d gotten used to it. I shivered, the sweat on my skin cooling.
“We’ll soon have you wrapped up and warm.” He released the straps on my legs, then on my arms. Like the plug, I missed the feel of them. For a while they’d given me the excuse to do nothing and be responsible for nothing.
A large, soft blanket rested over me.
“Come here.” He scooped me up, holding me tight to his chest.
I rested my head on his shoulder as he carried me to the armchair in the corner of the room.
“Try and keep your mind empty for a while,” he said, sitting and positioning me on his lap. “It will do you good.”
I didn’t answer. Instead I breathed in the scent of his skin and absorbed the heat of his body through the blanket.
I kept my eyes closed as he rubbed my back gently, soothingly, and murmured how much he loved and adored me.
It was a heavenly dreamy state, as if I’d taken drugs. Jonathan and his kinksweremy drug—Jonathan and Ricardo were two addictions I had no intention of recovering from.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he said after a while.
I cleared my throat. “I was wondering if one time we should bring Ricardo here.”
He was quiet for a moment. I wondered if I’d unsettled him. Then, “Could you handle us both? Imagine if I’d just finished with you and he started.”
I looked up at him and stroked his chin. “I’d give it a go. I like it when we have a threesome. It’s been a while.”
“I like it too. Watching you get fucked is hot.”
“Why?”
“Because I can watch without doing, without any responsibility for it. And you look amazing when you orgasm.”
I understood what he meant by giving up responsibility. “Then we should all get together soon. I’ll enjoy knowing you’re having fun watching me and Ricardo. I like the way he fucks.”
“Maybe not here,” he said. “Maybe this can be just for us. It’s intense.”
I relaxed against his solid muscles. “You’re probably right.”
“It’s strange,” he said.
“What is?”
“When I found out you and Ricardo were an item, I thought I’d be jealous. When I know you’ve been together fucking, I thought it would make my skin crawl and a rage grow in me.”
“But it doesn’t?”
“No. Perhaps it’s maturity, maybe it’s just you. But I don’t feel like that. You’re one hell of a sexy woman, Freya, and in tune with your needs. I’m happy for you to fuck other people on one condition.”
“What’s that?” I studied his face, searching his eyes for a clue as to what he was about to say.
“You’re always honest with meandit makes you happy.”
“I like to think I’m an honest person, and happy, and yes, I like sex.”
“I know.” He laughed softly. “Believe me, I know you like sex.”
“And I like men who don’t pussyfoot around and know how to satisfy me. Men who aren’t scared to take a risk. I can’t cope with guys who have histrionics if I have other people, other lovers, in my life.”