“Why not? It happened before I met her. She was curious.”
Übercreepy was quickly giving way to whacked-out weird.
Kaden sensed Seth was at the end of his emotional rope again. He stood and gently tugged on Leah’s hand. “Let’s leave him alone, sweetheart. We’ve got a lot to do this weekend, and there’s plenty of time to talk later.”
She stood. “Good night, Seth.”
He dumbly nodded, sinking further in the water, watched them return to their room through the sliders.
Lucky woman?
He wouldn’t deny the fantasy had crossed his mind on more than one occasion about a three-way with Leah, but those were limited to his solo sessions when he needed a little extra umph over the hump, so to speak.
Never something he would have seriously contemplated.
He started swimming again, trying to drown Leah’s words out of his head.
A little after eight Saturday morning, Seth rolled out of bed. He stumbled into the shower and stood under the spray, trying to wake up. The week had taken a toll on him, and despite swimming for over an hour after Leah and Kaden went to bed, he’d still had a hard time getting to sleep.
He gave up fighting his morning boner and fisted his cock, let his mind drift to the fantasy of having Leah in his bed. Why the fuck not? Might as well.
He should have expected the tap on the bathroom door. He jumped, startled. “Yeah?”
The door opened. “Coffee.”
“Thanks,” he said, his voice choked.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Fine.” His cock didn’t wilt. In fact the sound of her voice made him stiffer.
Fuck.
“Bacon or sausage? I’ve got links.”
He pressed his forehead against the tile, his cock still throbbing in his hand and demanding attention. “Surprise me.”
“Seth?”
“I’m okay. Just not awake yet.”
“Okay.”
He breathed a sigh of relief as he heard the door shut. He frantically pounded at his cock, closing his eyes a moment later as his climax took him.
He showered, shaved, and found she had once again made the bed.
He beat Kaden to the kitchen. Leah refilled his coffee and studied him.
“I’m fine.”
“You sounded weird. What was going on?”
He felt his face redden.
Leah’s eyes widened. “Whoops. Sorry.” Her playful smile told him she was anything but sorry.
He had a feeling she would now play some sort of “Catch Seth Jerking Off” game in the morning.
“I told you I’d help you with that.”
He grabbed the newspaper and buried himself in the A section while she fixed his plate. Every time he glanced at her, he spotted her playful smile.
Terrific. That was all he needed.
Kaden appeared a few minutes later. Leah went to get fully dressed. She reappeared a few minutes later, wearing her silver necklace and a conservative short-sleeved shirt and shorts. An hour later, the three of them were browsing through furniture in Sarasota.
Seth felt guilty enough over what was going on. He didn’t want them spending more money on him. He was smart enough however to not fight Leah. Kaden had apparently turned this task over to her. She was bound and determined to get something Seth liked.
Later that afternoon, the men had the pieces spread out on the living room floor with the instructions, trying to assemble everything. Once they were in place, Leah made the men leave Seth’s boxes in his room, and she took over unpacking and arranging.
Kaden drew Seth back to the den and closed the door. “Let her do it. It distracts her. We’ll have whip practice after dinner.”
“Basic Carpentry in the afternoon, and Sadomasochism 101 in the evening. Terrific.”
“You can’t tell me she wasn’t damn sexy the other night.”
“What do you want to hear me say, man? ‘Hell yeah, I’ll do your wife.’”
Kaden grinned. “That’s a start.”
Seth shook his head. “Fucking whacked. Jesus H. Christ, you’re fucking bonkers.”
They met on the lanai after dinner. Kaden had set up an archery target with some balloons taped to it. On the outside table lay several whips of various lengths and styles. Leah was dressed in jeans and an oversized heavy denim shirt Seth suspected was Kaden’s. Kaden took a few minutes to explain some of the basics and differences of the various whips to Seth. When he finished he said, “I don’t expect you to remember all that now, but do you have any questions?”
“Dude, why is she dressed like that?”
“Because I don’t like hurting myself with the whip,” Leah said.
Seth scrunched his eyes shut. “You’re confusing me again. I thought that was the whole freaking point.”
Kaden smiled. He was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. “Explain it, honey.”
“I’m not a pain slut. Depending on what’s happening, I don’t want to feel it anywhere but on my ass and thighs, and preferably only when in subspace. Trust me, getting nailed in the boob with a singletail would be like you getting nailed in the nuts with it.”
He winced. “Ouch.”
“Right.”
She handed him a pair of protective goggles. Kaden was now wearing his glasses, Seth noticed.
“Why weren’t you wearing them the other night?”
“I always wear eye gear for training.” Leah also put on a pair. “You first, sweetheart,” Kaden said.
“The family that flays together, stays together,” Seth snarked, making his friends laugh.
She picked up one of the whips and expertly uncoiled it, flexing her shoulders and neck much the same way Kaden had.
Kaden pulled Seth back a few steps. She looked around as if judging her clearance. When she was satisfied, she sent the end of the whip at the target and took out one of the balloons on the first try.
“Shit!” Seth exclaimed.
Kaden proudly grinned. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”
She proceeded to hit every balloon without missing. When she finished, she coiled the whip and smiled at the men. “Nothing to it.”
“Bullshit,” Seth said. “I’ll end up taking off my own goddamned nose.”
“Hopefully not. Maybe just an ear.”
Leah was usually a bit of a gentle, playful ballbuster with him. It was nice to finally see that side of her personality again. If nothing else, Seth was willing to work with them to keep her pulled out of her emotional cesspool. She reset the target with more balloons while Kaden showed Seth the mechanics of throwing the whip. He then proceeded to take out all the targets without missing a single time.
Leah reset while Kaden practiced with Seth at the far end of the lanai. It didn’t feel smooth and fluid the way both his friends had thrown it. In his hands it felt like a lethal weapon, able to kill without warning, and he felt terrified of it.
“You need to relax into it. If you’re stiff you won’t throw it right. Worse, you’ll hurt yourself.”
“Fuck, I’m going to hurt myself anyway.”
Leah finished resetting the target and walked over to stand behind Seth. She wrapped her arms around him, gripped his hand, and showed him the movement without him holding the whip. He tried to focus on her words and not the feel of her body pressed against his. After a few minutes, she handed him the whip and slowly repeated it.
“Don’t worry about force. Worry about accuracy at first. Force will come after you’re accurate.” Then she stepped back with Kaden, out of the way. “Go ahead.”
Seth nervously stared at the target, did a few test flips with the whip to get a feel for it, and threw.
He missed the target, and on the return he threw up his arms and screamed as the end nearly wrapped around him.