Light Switch (28 page)

Vanilla it may have been, but it certainly wasn’t boring.

Matt wiped sweat from his brow. “I think I could use a shower.”

“You’re not the only one.”

In spite of shaking legs and a light head, I made it to the bathroom without passing out or falling on my ass. Matt wasn’t much steadier, but his arm around my waist certainly didn’t hurt.

In the shower, as the hot water washed away the sweat, our desperation cooled. It was surreal to think we’d just been throwing each other into walls, tearing at clothes, fucking each other to the point of pain and begging for more. His hands were as gentle now as the water cascading down my back, his touch soft and tender.

He kissed me lightly. “I would’ve loved to have seen you last night.”

“Watching me play Domme?”

“Just watching you with someone else.” He grinned. “You know how much I love that.”

“Yes, I definitely do.” I put my arms around his neck. “Maybe I’ll have to drag you to the club with us one night.”

Matt’s eyes widened. “I’m not quite sure I’m cut out for a club like that.” He paused, furrowing his brow, then added, “But I wouldn’t object to another threesome.”

“With Scott?”

He shrugged. “Anyone, really.”

“I don’t think it would be too difficult to talk Scott into another one.”

“Smart man.”

“He’s just a dirty bastard like you.”

“Hey, I’m in the shower.” He gestured emphatically at the falling water. “I’m as clean—”

“There isn’t a shower hot enough to get
you
clean, Matt,” I laughed.

“Whatever.” He kissed me. “I don’t imagine there’s one hot enough to get you clean, either, so I guess we’re even.”

“Nonsense. I’m as pure as the driven—”

“Bullshit.” He laughed and kissed me gently, his lips barely touching mine, but lingering a second longer than I expected. As he started to draw back, he paused. Instead of making another comment, he tilted his head and came back for another kiss. Our lips met, both of us pausing for a long moment before moving slowly together. Whatever we’d been talking about slipped out of my mind like the water slipping down the drain, and all I cared about was Matt’s gentle, sensual kiss.

His mouth left mine just enough for him to speak. “I know I’ve told you this before, but I fucking
love
the way you kiss.”

I pulled him closer. “Then kiss me again.”

Just as I’d predicted, it didn’t take much to talk Scott into another threesome with Matt.

What I didn’t predict was the phone call on my way home from work the night the three of us planned to meet at my apartment.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a slow cooker, would you?” Scott asked.

“I do, yes.”

“Okay, good. What about a candy thermometer?”

I laughed. “Scott, is someone leaving you unsupervised in the kitchen or something?”

“No, no, they’re for tonight.”

My eyes widened. “They’re… what?”

He chuckled. “Just trust me on this. So do you have a candy thermometer?”

“I, um, yes.”

“Good. Have those handy, along with a decent-sized towel that you don’t really care about.”

“Scott—”

“I’ll see you in an hour or two.”

“You’re planning something, aren’t you?”

“Always, darling.”

After we hung up, I eyed my phone, but it had no answers, so I dropped it on the passenger seat. I gave it another wary glance, then shook my head and kept driving. Scott was nothing if not full of surprises.

When I got home, I didn’t even have time to change into my usual blue satin robe and lingerie before Matt was at my door.

“Hey you.” He kissed me, sliding his hand under my T-shirt and grinning against my lips when I shivered. “What’s wrong?”

I laughed and wriggled away from him. “Your hand is cold.”

He shrugged. “So help me warm it up.”

“I don’t think so.” I shot him a playful glare. “You’re not touching me until you warm those hands up.” I turned to walk into the kitchen, gesturing for him to follow me.

“You never said I had to have warm hands.”

I glanced over my shoulder. “Come at me with cold hands, you’ll be keeping them warm by yourself.”

“That’s cold, darlin’.”

“No, your hands are cold.”

He leaned against the counter and, with a theatrical sigh, stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Fine. I’ll warm them up.”

“Damn right you will.” I leaned down to look through a cabinet. “Now where the hell did— ah, here it is.” I pulled the slow cooker out and set it on the counter.

Matt raised an eyebrow. “So you’re cooking for us
and
fucking us tonight?”

“Yeah, that’s it.” I opened the drawer beside the stove and rifled through it. Once I’d found the candy thermometer, I set it on the counter beside the slow cooker.

“I’m not even going to ask,” Matt said.

I shrugged and picked up my drink. “Just something Scott’s got up his sleeve.”

Matt gestured at the thermometer. “As long as he’s not going to suggest I put this or anything else up—”

I choked on my drink. “Come on, he’s not going to make you put a candy thermometer up your ass.”

“Damn right he’s not.”

“Please. He’s got much bigger toys for that.”

“Fuck off. Fuck
right
off.”

Just as I opened my mouth to come back with something snide, the doorbell rang. I set my glass down. “That would be the mad scientist himself. I’ll be right back.”

When I opened the door, Scott had his usual devious grin on his face and his bag of tricks slung over his shoulder. He kissed me quickly, then I shut the door and we headed for the kitchen.

“Hey, Scott,” Matt said as they shook hands.

“Hey, Matt, how’s it going?”

“Not bad, not bad.”

I rested both hands on the counter and leaned over them. “Okay, so what’s the deal with the slow cooker, candy thermometer, and towel?”

“Quite simple, really.” Scott dropped the backpack on the counter, unzipped it, and dug around in it. “You supply those, and I supply these.” He pulled out three long, white candles, and I was instantly weak in the knees.

Matt’s eyes flicked back and forth between us. “What am I missing here?”

“Hot wax.” Scott gestured at me with the candles. “She told me a while ago she wanted to try it, so I thought tonight would be a good time. Assuming you’re both okay with that?”

Matt shrugged. “As long as I’m not going to have it poured on me, I’m fine with it.”

Scott looked at me. “You?”

“Like you have to ask.”

He grinned. “That’s what I thought. Now, why don’t I go set all of this up and get the wax melting? Krissy, could I trouble you for a glass of wine?”

I shivered. “Absolutely.”

He winked, picked up everything he needed, and disappeared down the hall. As I pulled out the bottle of wine and a glass, I had to laugh when I glanced at Matt, who still stared in the direction Scott had gone. His eyes were wide and his lips were apart.

“What?” I said, struggling to keep a somewhat straight face.

His eyes darted toward me. “Hot wax? Seriously?”

“Yep.” I opened the wine bottle. “I’ve been after him for a while to try it.”

“But doesn’t that…hurt?”

“Of course.” I looked up from pouring the wine. “That’s the idea.”

He blinked. “You’re really into this pain thing, aren’t you?”

I shrugged. “Sometimes. I’ve never tried it with heat, so we’ll see how this goes.”

“And what happens if it’s not your thing?”

“Then he stops and we move on to something else.”

“Something equally unusual, I’m sure.”

I winked at him. “But of course.”

Chuckling, he cupped the sides of my neck and kissed me gently. “You really are crazy, you know that?”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Absolutely not.” He kissed me again, deeper this time. “We’d better get in there.”

“What’s your hurry?” I trailed my fingers up the back of his neck.

He bit his lip, almost suppressing a shiver. “I’m not in a hurry, but if we stay out here much longer, I’m going to have to bend you over the counter.” He nodded down the hall. “Which might put a crimp in his plans.”

It was my turn to shiver. “Then let’s go.”

With the wine poured and the bottle put away, Matt and I went into the bedroom to join him. There, Scott had the slow cooker set up on a chair beside the bed, slowly stirring the liquefied white wax.

“Just set that on the nightstand,” he said, gesturing at the glass in my hand. As I did, he stopped stirring the wax and furrowed his brow, looking at the candy thermometer. Then he turned to us. “So, any changes to the ground rules from last time?”

I looked at Matt. He shook his head. Turning back to Scott, I said, “No, I think everything is pretty much the same.”

“Good, good.” To me, he said, “If you are even a tiny bit concerned that I’m truly burning your skin, say your safe word. Do
not
hesitate.”

“I won’t.”

He looked at Matt, and his lips pulled into a grin. “Ever seen a woman go into subspace?”

“Subspace?”

“When she gets so high off endorphins, she pretty much spaces out.”

“Can’t say I have, since I was blindfolded last time.”

Scott’s grin broadened. “You’re in for a treat tonight. It’s fucking
hot
.”

I folded my arms across my chest. “You’re assuming you’ll get me into subspace this way.”

Scott narrowed his eyes slightly. “You should know by now, darling. If I want you to be in subspace, you will be.” He reached for his wine glass. “Right?”

I gulped. “Right.”

“That’s what I thought.” He sipped the wine, and my heart pounded just like it always did. I was vaguely aware of Matt watching us, his attention shifting back and forth from me to Scott, but for the most part, I was completely focused on Scott and his friend-to-Sir ritual. With every roll of his sleeves up his forearms, my ability to resist—my
desire
to resist—melted away. By the time he went for that second sip of wine, I was completely under his control.

He set the glass down and picked up the towel. “Lay that across the bed.”

I took the towel from him. “Which way?”

“Long way. Parallel to the headboard.” Once the towel was in place, the edge hanging an inch or two off the side of the bed, Scott said, “Take off your shirt.”

Excitement tingled at the base of my spine as I obeyed him. Stripping in front of the two of them, even at the same time, had long since ceased to make me nervous. Now, every inch of skin liberated of fabric exhilarated me. The two men who turned me on more than anyone in the world were here, in my bedroom, watching me disrobe, and I couldn’t get naked fast enough.

Scott, of course, was in no hurry. “Now your belt.”

Matt fidgeted, sucking in a breath when the buckle jingled. The hiss of leather escaping belt loops made both his hands and mine shake. Our eyes met for a fleeting second, just long enough for the hunger in his expression to register before Scott cleared his throat and drew my attention back.

Piece by piece, stitch by stitch, Scott verbally undressed me. My hands shook a little more with every article of clothing I removed, and Matt shifted his weight once, twice, again. His breathing had quickened, as had mine. All the while, Scott’s tone never wavered from its flat, commanding terseness, and neither his posture nor his breathing betrayed the slightest hint that he was losing control. Because he wasn’t. He was Scott Moore. He didn’t lose control.

The same couldn’t be said for Matt or me. Just this simple act of undressing had the two of us coming unraveled while Scott remained calm and collected.

By the time I was naked, I couldn’t hide the way my hands and knees trembled. Matt leaned casually against the doorframe, arms folded across his chest, but the way he bit his lip belied the façade of composure.

Scott held up a blindfold and looked at Matt. “Do you want to do the honors?”

Matt’s eyes widened. He hesitated, gulped, then shouldered himself off the doorframe and took the blindfold. Standing in front of me, he looked in my eyes, raising his eyebrows and inclining his head slightly in an unmistakable look of
are you okay with this?

I nodded. He raised the blindfold and slipped it on.

I was blind the instant he put the black fabric over my eyes, but it wasn’t until his hands lifted off me that the darkness truly set in. Matt and Scott were still in the room, their presences still thrumming at the outskirts of my senses, but they could have been miles away for all I knew.

No one moved. No one spoke. If I knew Scott, he’d gestured for Matt to be still and silent. If I knew Matt, he watched me in between casting glances at Scott, waiting for my Master to stop fucking with my head as he so loved to do.

I breathed slowly and evenly, ignoring the way the universe tried to close in around me. Darkness is a funny thing. It’s huge, infinite, without boundaries, and yet it can still be so confining. Constricting. Claustrophobic.

But I could handle it. I had safe words, and my hands were free if I was so inclined to take the blindfold off.

If I was so inclined, which I was not.

I took a deep breath and willed myself to relax, rolling my shoulders to relieve the tension that had crept in.

Near silent movement beside me caught my attention. My senses zeroed in on it, and warmth above my skin made my nerve endings tingle a second before someone’s hand landed gently on my arm. Without speaking, he guided me to the bed.

“Lie on your stomach.” Scott. It was Scott. “Over the towel.”

I did, folding my arms on the pillow and resting my head on them. The towel was coarse, almost gritty against my skin, but it was the absence of contact on my exposed skin that held my attention.

Scott said something to Matt, but I only heard enough to know he was speaking, not the actual words.

“Will do,” Matt said, and he left the room.

“Where’s he going?” I asked.

Scott ran a fingertip between my shoulders. “Are you questioning me?”

“No, Sir.”

“That’s what I thought.” His fingertip continued drifting up and down my back, touching just lightly enough to raise the minute hairs on my skin. Then he leaned down and blew a cool breath on the small of my back, that whisper of air gently awakening every nerve ending.

Muffled footsteps announced Matt’s return. The door clicked shut behind him.

“Will this work?” he asked Scott.

“Perfect.”

A familiar
crack-crunch-crack
caught my attention. It took a second to place it, and when I did, I sucked in a breath:

Ice cube tray.

One of them walked around to the other side of the bed and sat next to me. Matt, I assumed, since Scott needed to keep the wax within arm’s reach.

“Should I wait until you start?” Matt asked, confirming he was the one on the bed with me.

“No, go ahead.”

Ice made contact between my shoulder blades, and I sucked gasped. Slowly, the intense cold presence slid down my back, following the curve of my spine, the chill electrifying my senses.