Page 70 of Regal Feather
“Right.”
I gulped.
Tony wasn’t mad. I’d seen him when he spotted someone behaving badly at the club. There was a difference between him testing the waters and him chastising someone. Repeating that in my head helped somewhat. It made sense that Tony would cover all the bases. He knew Santos was new to kink, and I didn’t have the best history. He’d been there for plenty of those times I could have been more careful.
“Okay.” Tony raised an eyebrow as he leaned over the marble counter, staring me down. “So if I told you to go down on your knees for me, would you do it?”
“Yeah.”
“Wait.” He raised a hand as I began to slide off the stool. “We’ll do that somewhere more comfortable for you, but I have a question first.”
“Oh.”
Tony winked. I was not going to start questioning what my face would be emoting. “You have a cage on, right?”
I nodded. This wasn’t a secret. I had talked about it in front of the others. “Yeah. I only take it out to clean up.”
“How long?”
“Uh, I clean everything up every day,” I said, “but about a month and a half now, I think?”
“Damn,” he whistled. “That’s hot. Is it about just chastity, or CBT?”
“I don’t know, Sir.” I swallowed. Santos moved closer to me. Tony tracked the movement. I felt like a sacrificial lamb between the two of them. “I’ve never done it with it on.”
“Never done what?”
I fought the urge to huff. There was no way Tony hadn’t understood.
“I’ve tried CBT before,” I said instead. “It’s hot. But chastity hasn’t been about that for me, so I don’t know. I mean, everything is hella sensitive. I don’t know if I could take it, Sir.”
“Good girl,” Tony drawled. It was this thing he did with his voice that sent shivers down my spine. It was tenfold when the drawl was aimed at me directly. “Would you want to know?”
Fuck. I clenched. Pushing the stool back had me crashing against Santos’s back. My breath hitched. When had he moved this close?
“You can answer, Ever.”
His voice didn’t have the same drawl to it, but it was rumbly. I leaned more against him. My fingers seemed to grow a mind of their own, itching to touch, to grasp onto him for…not exactly safety.
Warmth.
Reassurance.
“Maybe, Sir.”
I knew a maybe wouldn’t get me anything from him. I also knew being honest was important, and I was all about trying things and giving kinks a chance—and a second one just to be safe, too—but the idea of Tony in teacher mode busting my balls was too overwhelming to wrap my head around just this minute.
“That’s a good answer,” he said. “I was simply curious.”
And just like that, I was dismissed. I could tell from the tone. From his body language, too, quickly shifting away from me and toward Santos.
Santos, who wasn’t shy about resting a hand against my stomach as if it was a normal pose for two people to be in. I knew Tony must’ve tracked the possessive display, but he wasn’t mentioning it, either.
“Same question to you, man.” Tony hopped off the stool then, properly sandwiching me between the two of them, even if his attention was solely on Santos. “Forget what we texted about. What do you want?”
“I’m okay with anything.” He tightened his hand against my stomach as he spoke. “Not in a… Don’t give me that face. I know about limits and shit.”
“Good.” Tony huffed. “Problem is, I don’t know your limits and shit.”
