Trey reached for the hem of Ethan’s shirt and pulled the garment off over his lover’s head. He caught his nipple between his teeth and flicked the flesh with his tongue.

“Who should I start with?” Jace asked.

“I’ll help you with Ethan,” Trey offered, not even bothering to conceal his ornery grin.

“How much do you plan on struggling, Ethan?” Jace asked as if he were asking him what size shoe he wore.

“I’ve never been bound. I don’t know.”

Jace glanced at Trey. “How’s his self-control?”

“What self-control?”

Jace nodded and handed Trey a set of wide wrist cuffs. “I don’t think Aggie will push this too far in your first session, but we’ll go with these.”

Trey secured a cuff to each of Ethan’s wrists. They extended halfway up his forearms and reminded Trey of gauntlets. Made Ethan look almost barbaric and infinitely sexy. Jace showed Trey how to attach the cuffs to the wooden beam which had large holes drilled through it.

“Lift your arm out to the side,” Jace instructed.

When Ethan complied, he hooked the chain to Ethan’s wrist cuff and threaded the chain through the hole nearest his wrist. Jace showed Trey how to secure the chain on the back side of the wooden beam. He put a carabiner clip through a chain link to prevent it from being drawn back through the hole and then took the length of chain to wrap around Ethan’s hard-muscled arm several times.

“That’s mostly for looks,” Jace explained as he secured the end of chain through a hole under Ethan’s armpit. “The cuff will hold him. The chain just makes it look more impressive.”

“I’m impressed. You look sexy, Ethan,” Trey said, making a mental list of all the things he wanted to do to the man’s hard body.

“Is anything pinching?” Jace asked Ethan.

Ethan looked down the length of his right arm. He gave his restraint a hard tug, but it scarcely had a centimeter of give in it. “Surprisingly, no. The chain is a little cold, but it doesn’t hurt.”

“Trey, you restrain his other arm while I find something for you.”

The second Jace’s back was turned, Ethan grabbed Trey by the back of the neck with his free arm and pulled him against him. “Do you like me like this?” he asked, his voice low and soothing. “At your mercy?”

Trey laughed. “I think I’m the one at your mercy right now.”

Ethan tilted his head and captured Trey’s mouth in a plundering kiss. Trey opened his mouth to Ethan’s possession, kissing him back as hard as he was receiving. Ethan tugged his mouth away, his hand sliding from the nape of Trey’s neck down his back so he could draw him against him.

“Trey,” Jace said somewhere behind him. “You’re supposed to be securing his arm, not making out with him.”

“Right,” he agreed breathlessly.

Ethan allowed Trey to fasten a chain to his free arm, stood still while he threaded it through a hole in the beam, and made no protest as he clipped on a carabiner to secure the chain. Trey couldn’t help but run appreciative hands over Ethan’s bulging biceps as he wrapped the chain around his arm. He secured the free end of the chain and took a step back to admire masculine perfection. He wanted to suck and lick and nibble every inch of the man’s body. Wanted to give him so much pleasure that he begged for pain. It wasn’t to be. Jace fastened a narrow cuff around Trey’s wrist and tugged him to stand against the wooden beam next to Ethan.

“Take off your shirt, Trey.”

He complied and tossed it across the room.

“You’re restraining us side-by-side?” Trey asked.

“I could put you back-to-back, but I figured you’d rather watch what’s happening to each other in the mirror this first time. See each other’s reactions.”

Trey focused on the mirror they faced. His gaze roamed Ethan’s muscled torso and eventually met his eyes.

“Jace, you’re a flipping genius.”

“I just see the way you look at him. You’re still very visual in your attraction to him. You haven’t been together long, have you?”

Trey did like to look at Ethan, but he was attracted to much more than his handsome face and perfect body. Looks worked for this though, since they couldn’t touch each other.

“Not long, no,” Ethan said.

“Watch the mirror throughout the session,” Jace advised. “You’ll learn a lot about each other.”

Trey chuckled. “Like I have to be told to watch Ethan.”

“Next time you should consider hoods. Then you’ll be able to tune into each other on a different level. Especially since sound is so important to Trey.”

Amazing how much Jace talked when he was advising on his favorite hobby. Bondage.

“Are you ready for us?” Aggie asked through a crack in the door.

“Just a minute,” Jace said.

He fastened Trey’s other cuff, hooked a chain to it, and threaded it through a hole on the wooden beam. He drew it out through another hole and fastened it to Trey’s other cuff. Unlike Ethan, Trey had several inches of play in his chains.

“That’s not fair,” Ethan complained. “I can’t move at all.”

“He can move less than you think,” Jace said. “Okay, Aggie, bring her in.”

When Reagan strutted into the room, Trey’s jaw dropped. An angel in white and pink leather. White, high-heeled boots that laced up the front hugged her calves but stopped just below her knee. The short, pink skirt she wore didn’t cover the cheeks of her ass, and the white corset pressed her tits up and together. She was wearing hot pink lipstick and her eyelashes were thick and heavy. Trey didn’t think he’d ever seen her wear lipstick before. She looked fucking hot, but it was the confidence in her stride that made his heart pump out of control.

“Damn, baby,” Ethan murmured.

“You will address her as Mistress,” Aggie said.

“Damn, Mistress,” Ethan said, “you look hot.”

Reagan cocked an eyebrow at him. “Did I say you could speak?”

Trey watched Ethan in the mirror and had to concentrate hard on not laughing. It was obvious from his stunned expression that he’d never played this sort of game before. Aggie had been right. It would be fun watching him squirm.

“Well, no, but—”

Reagan smacked her riding crop against her boot with a loud crack. “Then don’t speak.”

“Mistress?” Trey asked, ducking his head respectively.

“Yes, Trey.”

“May I say that you look fucking hot, Mistress?”

She smiled and then glanced at Aggie before wiping the smile off her face. “You may,” Reagan said.

“You look fucking hot, Mistress.”

“I agree,” Ethan said. “Are you going to hit me now? You’re making me all hard and horny.”

Reagan’s eyes widened and she looked to Aggie for direction.

“He’s misbehaving. Do you give him what he wants?” Aggie asked.

“No?” Reagan asked hesitantly.

“Fuck no,” Aggie said. “Trey is being well-behaved. You should reward him.”

Aggie winked at Trey and moved to stand next to Jace in case Reagan needed more assistance.

Reagan strode to stand before Trey. She drew the end of her riding crop down the center of his chest and used it to flick his nipple piercing. Trey’s belly tightened and his eyes drifted closed.

“Aggie said I didn’t have to hit you if I didn’t want to,” she whispered.

Good, because Trey wasn’t too fond of being hit.

“Do you want to, Mistress?” Trey asked.

She shook her head and leaned close to whisper in his ear. “I want to rub my hands all over your body while you can’t get away.”

“That’s not playing by the rules, Mistress,” he whispered.

“I want to make up my own rules.”

There was a loud slap from the corner of the room and the three of them turned their attention to Aggie who was rubbing the ass she’d just smacked. Jace’s. He had his head tilted back in obvious delight.

“Why don’t you two take that elsewhere?” Trey suggested. “We’re okay here.”

“Are you sure? I haven’t taught her much yet,” Aggie said. Jace whispered something in her ear. She slapped his ass again and his entire body went taut.

“I’m sure,” Trey said. “What do you think, Mistress?”

“I can handle these two,” Reagan said.

“What? My opinion doesn’t matter?” Ethan said.

“No one told you to speak,” Reagan said.

“Jace does have some tension to work through,” Aggie said. “I’ve been too busy to give him what he needs since he got off tour.”

“This is unbearable to watch right now,” Jace said. “I need it, Aggie.”

“Need it or want it?” she asked.

“Both.”

She smiled and went to a panel on the wall. “Mistress Rea, if you get into trouble, press this red button. It will make all the lights in the dungeon flash and I’ll know to come check on you.”

“Understood,” Reagan said with a nod.

Aggie strode out of the room with an eager Jace on her heels. As soon as the door closed, Reagan tossed her riding crop aside. “You look so hot, Ethan,” she purred. She approached him and rubbed her palms over every inch of his hard chest and stomach. She peppered his chest with kisses and reached for his belt. Once his fly was unfastened, she jerked his pants down to his knees and grasped his hard cock in both hands. Trey couldn’t decide what was sexier, Reagan’s enthusiasm or Ethan’s persistent struggle against his restraints as he moaned in pleasure.

“Stand behind him, Reagan,” Trey suggested, “so he can watch himself in the mirror.”

Reagan glanced at Trey and her hands fell free of Ethan’s body. “Damn, you look hot too, Trey,” she said. She moved to wrap her arms around him, pressing her breasts against his chest as she rubbed her hands up and down his back and buttocks. She kissed his throat until he began to tremble. He wanted to touch her. Knowing he couldn’t made him want to even more.