Page 57 of Speechless
Theo gathered up the papers of her list and stacked them together. “It’s always hard to reconcile when you want something that’s not considered normal. But since we want all the same things you do, I think you’re in a good place.”
“Yeah.”
Logan chuckled. “Bring her over here so we can talk this through.”
I did, sitting us in the middle of the throng and entirely unwilling to let her go.
“Fuck, you smell so good,” Brooks said.
Theo cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. “We’re all a little jealous of Bastian at the moment.”
“I can share—” she went to move, and I tightened my hold with a soft growl. Fresh perfumeexploded, and if that wasn’t like being in heaven, nothing was.
Logan leaned forward, elbows on his knees and gaze intense. “You asked yesterday what ‘all of it’ meant for us, and we can finally tell you. But just like the list, there’s nothing that’s required, and nothing that’s permanent. The only way this works is if it works for all of us.”
Trinity nodded at the same time she leaned back on my shoulder. “I understand. But what’s the ideal?”
“A twenty-four-seven sexual power exchange with free use,” Theo said. “Meaning that at home, any of us can bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you. Or put you on your knees. Or lay you out on a table for us all to eat. You get the picture. At any time and for any reason.”
“Safe words always apply,” Logan said. “The same system Element uses. They’ll always be active, but free use means we won’t ask for permission first.”
“Everything else is up to personal preferences that we’ll talk to you about when the time comes.”
Trinity squirmed, and I didn’t let her move. She went still, then asked. “May I stand up, please?”
I kissed the space behind her ear. “Very nice words.”
When she turned to face us, her cheeks burned red. She’d marked that she liked praise, but she clearly wasn’t used to receiving it. We’d change that.
“When you say a sexual dynamic, do you mean only sex?” She asked.
Logan nodded. “Aside from the occasional scene, none of us want to control what you wear or where you go. But in the bedroom, or anytime we cross that line into something sexual, we are the ones in charge.”
“That makes sense.”
“I know a few people in twenty-four sevens,” Theo said. “Over time, the dynamic shifts pretty naturally to reflect where the submissive is willing to give up control and where they’re not, regardless of whether it’s strictly sexual.”
Trinity started to pace. It didn’t seem like anxiety. More like restlessness and the need to move. “Youknowpeople who do this?”
“We do.”
“So you’ve never done this before?”
“No.” I shook my head. “Not like this.”
It would be a lie to say we hadn’t shared sexual partners before, but we’d never had an official dynamic with anyone, and definitely nothing full-time.
She straightened and lifted her chin. “Good.”
“Feeling possessive?” Brooks asked.
“Maybe.”
Logan’s grin took on a feral edge. “We’re there too. Which is why this would be completely exclusive for both you and for us.”
“Good,” Trinity said again, stronger this time.
Brooks flipped through her list and pointed. “You checked off bratting.”
