As weird as this was, and as much as Seth wanted to take them up on the offer, he couldn’t quite bring himself to take that step yet. Especially not with his best friend sitting right there.
But…
Day-amn.
Seth struggled for a gracious out. “I need a shower. And…and we don’t have my test results back.”
“I had her buy condoms.”
Fuck.
Seth shook his head. “Um, maybe…later.” He jumped up, grabbed his coffee, and hurried back to his bedroom, closing the door behind him. He started for the bathroom, then returned to his bedroom door and locked it.
Just to be safe.
He turned on the TV again—this time Lester was talking to some high-profile chef about raisins versus citrons—and turned on the shower.
It took three strokes on his cock to explode. And he didn’t go soft. Almost frantically he continued stroking and a few minutes later he came again, the memory of Leah’s ass in the air setting him off.
When he finished his shower—after jerking off one more time—he wandered back out to the kitchen, relieved to see the living room empty.
And just a tad disappointed.
That was fucking hot, no denying it. Had he not been so absolutely shocked he would have enjoyed it.
Or might have forced himself to take them up on the offer.
It was nearly ten, and he was starving. What did that say about him that he felt a brief flash of irritation that Leah hadn’t fixed his breakfast yet.
And where were they, anyway?
He looked down the hall, saw the playroom door standing open. Swallowing hard, Seth forced his feet to move.
Leah was now strapped to the spanking horse, her legs spread far apart and cuffed to the bench. She still had the butt plug and vibrator in. Her arms were also cuffed to the bench, and now she was blindfolded. She wore a smaller ball gag, though.
He heard the vibrator click on. Leah’s hips jerked, frantically squirming against the bench. When the vibrator shut off she moaned, whimpering.
Kaden’s soft voice in his ear nearly scared the crap out of him. “You know you want to.”
“Fuck,” he whispered.
Kaden handed him one of the riding crops. “Right now, before the vibrator comes back on, just one square across her ass. It’s not enough to get her off.”
Seth’s dick led the way. He nervously lined up the blow as he’d been shown in class the night before.
Kaden crossed his arms and smiled, watching.
Fighting a twisting in his stomach, Seth swung. Leah jumped, whined, and wiggled her ass at him. He looked at Kaden. Kaden held up his hand, indicating wait.
Sure enough, the vibrator clicked on again. Leah moaned, squirming against the bench.
Kaden waved Seth out into the hall and whispered, “She doesn’t know which of us did it, or when we’ll do it again. It’s driving her crazy.”
“Are you really going to leave her like that all day?” The thought of that made Seth partly feel bad for her.
And partly excited him.
Kaden raised an eyebrow at him. “I wouldn’t stop you if you want to give her some relief. You’re entitled to.”
Seth pointed down the hall to the living room. When they were safely out of Leah’s hearing, Seth asked, “What if I can’t be kinky enough for her all the time?”
“What do you mean?”
He wiped his mouth with his hand and wished for a drink. He knew he couldn’t have one for that very reason. “I mean, geez, yeah, okay, right, it’s fucking hot seeing her like that. But damn, you know, there’s a lot of times I’ll just want to cuddle or have straight sex and not all of…” He waved his arm down the hall. “That.”
“What?”
“That!” He pointed again.
Kaden smiled. “She doesn’t get off on the kink.”
Seth took another step toward the hallway and waved his arm again. “Uh, duh! What the fuck is THAT then?”
Kaden sat on the couch and picked up the sports section. “She would be happy having vanilla sex for the rest of her life. That’s not what this is about. It’s hotter, sure, but that’s just a bonus.”
Seth’s jaw dropped. “How about some fucking answers to my questions?” He stormed over to Kaden, grabbed the newspaper, and tossed it over the back of the couch. “What the fuck do you mean she doesn’t get off on the kink?”
“The pain is to help her process emotions, especially painful emotions, when she’s overstressed. If she gets off in the process, even better. They are totally different things, even though they’re related sometimes. If you did nothing but missionary with her for the rest of your lives and spanked her with your hand over your lap when she needed it, she’d be perfectly happy with that, too.”
“Then why do you do all of this other stuff?”
He shrugged. “We just sort of fell into it. As we got to know more people in the lifestyle and saw things, we decided to experiment a little. I told you, she’s not a pain slut. You’ll see people who put dozens of clothespins all over themselves, needles, hot wax, knife play, shit like that. She has no desire to do any of that. All she needs is the occasional grounding. That’s what the spankings are about. She likes and enjoys the other stuff. It’s fun. The shibari is nice for her—when done properly and she can’t get loose—because it forces her to relax and just be for a little while. You know how they say you should swaddle babies?”
“Dude, I don’t know nuthin’ about swaddlin’ no babies.”
Kaden froze, then laughed, loud and hearty. It was good to hear that sound from him.
Seth struggled against the mental heartbeat, but it came back anyway.
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When he could talk again, Kaden continued. “It’s comforting. She’ll have to get to the point where she trusts you to do it with her, and she will. She just…” He thought about it. “It’s like she totally goes into subspace without laying a finger on her. She would literally allow me to keep her tied up twenty-four/seven if I found a position she’d be comfortable in without risk of her circulation being cut off. It’s like she gives herself permission to totally relax and unwind.”
Seth dropped to the couch and shook his head. “This is a lot to fucking learn.”
Kaden nodded. “I’m trying to cram nearly twenty years of trial and error into…into a short amount of time. The good news is, I know what won’t work and I can give you the benefit of my wisdom there, too.” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “You saw how stern I was with her at the club?”
Seth nodded.
“That’s a hard edge for her. You’ll notice most of the time I don’t talk to her like that. And you can only talk to her like that when you’re dropping her into subspace or when she’s fully there. However, as soon as the scene is over and you’re giving her aftercare—and she must always have aftercare—then you need to be very gentle and tender with her. When the endorphin high starts to fade, you can amp it back up a little.
“I also never compare her to anyone else. Ever. And I don’t ever use humiliation with her. I don’t ever want her to feel like that. Frankly, I couldn’t do that to her anyway. I have never threatened, even in play, to find a new sub or let a stranger use her. Ever.”
“Okay. Explain what the fuck is subspace?”
“It’s sort of like a trance. What this does to her, it releases a huge flood of endorphins into her system. It’s like a natural drug for her. It medicates her, in a manner of speaking. That’s why she swam herself to exhaustion in the pool the other night. Think of a runner’s high. It’s sort of the same thing. Sometimes she can do that for herself with swimming or even running. A lot of the time, especially when she’s very stressed or upset, she can’t. That’s when you have to help her. Under normal circumstances it’s more maintenance than anything.”