“Good time for PT.”
Raid grunted as he shoved away from the table and stood. “I could definitely stand to beat on some shit.”
The rest of the guys all grumbled in agreement, and Nasa looked to her, lifting his chin in a manly jerk.
“Feel like going for a run?”
“In this heat?” she scoffed incredulously. “Hell no. A large adult beverage and a nice view of you guys playing with your primate enrichment tools will make me very happy.”
Every man at the table looked around at one another before Damon leaned forward to peer at her through narrow eyes. “Primate enrichment tools?”
Nasa strolled over to lean down behind her, pressing a kiss to the soft spot behind her ear.
“Dillon thinks our PT field looks a bit like a post-apocalyptic gorilla playground.”
It seemed that the bikers all held their breath, waiting for Damon's reaction. After fighting it for a few tense moments, Dillon was relieved when he burst out laughing.
*****
One by one, the bikers filed out until she and Nasa were alone, and he spun her around in her chair to crouchdown in front of her. Nasa reached out to trail a long finger down the slope of her cheek, managing to somehow look seductive and frustrated at the same time.
“It's Tuesday, which means Damon is gonna kick our ass on cardio. It is hot as hell outside, and I'd much rather get my work out downstairs. I brought up the sawhorse and some toys to play with.”
The breath stuttered out of her in a rush as she imagined all the ways Nasa could utilize said toys. Dillon turned her face to catch the pad of his finger between her teeth, feeling her body ignite when his eyes darkened to a turbulent ocean blue.
“I did notice you'd set up some mirrors. Was that for my benefit or yours?”
“Both. I'm discovering you like to watch for reasons beyond personal safety.”
Dillon didn't deny it. At his feet, she was learning all kinds of things about her own sexual expression, and yeah, she liked watching what he did to her. More than that, she liked to watch him. The dark, decadent look of absolute pleasure on his face, the wicked smirk while he lavished her with his attention was absolutely captivating.
Nasa hadn't been exaggerating when he told her how powerful his mastery over her could be. Neither had his claim of absolute freedom from the things weighing her down.
When they were together, there was nothing but his voice in her ear whispering all the unbelievable things he would do to her, and the feel of his hands on her body creating those sensations that did indeed make her scream, cry, and beg for more.
He told her the things he made her feel would make it seem like she'd explode into a million pieces and float away without his hands on her, and he wasn't wrong, but not one time had Dillon feared the release.
When they were alone, it was just the two of them. Nothing else, no one else, no worries from the day or frustrations of questions unanswered, intruded. When they were alone, Nasa was her entire universe.
“I do like to watch,” Dillon admitted softly, reaching out to gently spread her palm over the tattoo hidden beneath his shirt. “But I was thinking, maybe um... maybe today I could try wearing those cuffs I saw in your trunk of stuff?”
Nasa curled his hands around her calves, using the firm grip to spread her knees and pull her closer, his brows drawn together in a speculative frown.
“Tell me why you think you're ready for that.”
She sipped in a cool breath of air, shivering when his thumbs slid into the crease of her thighs to press at the tendons with the intent to further arouse her. Dillon held up her wrist to show him the watch he'd given her.
“After what I went through, I couldn't even stand to wear long-sleeved shirts with tight wrist cuffs. I haven't worn a bracelet or a watch in well over ten years, but the last few times I've gone to take a shower by myself and had to take it off my watch, or take it off to charge, I feel anxious and—if I'm being honest—worried about you not knowing where I am even though you're literally in the next room.
“I know I'm not anywhere near ready to think about being tied down or restrained, I'm not sure I ever will be, but I've come to rely on the way the watch feels on my arm, the weight of it. It makes me feel like you've got your hand on me all the time, and it's comforting.”
Nasa hummed a deep sound of understanding and got up, taking her by the wrists to pull her to her feet. He squeezed hard enough for her to feel it but not hard enough to hurt. Dillon held his stare, wondering what he was looking for as he searched her face. She would have asked, but Damon poked his head back into the conference room and wanted to know what the holdup was.
“I'm busy,” Nasa answered calmly, giving her another firm squeeze before urging her along in his wake. Damon must have seen the look of intent on Nasa's face, because Damon didn't protest.
Dillon followed, each step she took made excitement dance along her nerve endings. At the bottom of the stairs, Nasa turned to face her, and her breath caught to see the familiar look of sensual hunger in his heavy-lidded gaze.
He didn't need to say it, but the words, the gritty rumble of his voice made butterflies swarm through her belly.
“It's our time.”
“Okay,” Dillon whispered back, rocking up on her toes to kiss the hard edge of his jaw before retreating to the bathroom to observe her ritual or preparing herself for their play. It wasn't lost on her, how every action served to calm her that much more.
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