Watch Me - Page 87

Seth opens the door for me. Noah is in the kitchen making dinner while Blake and Coop sit in front of the TV watching some baseball game. Seth’s hand brushes over my hip as he makes his way over to join the guys on the couch.

My insides tingle as I walk over to Noah. “Can I do anything to help?”

When he grins, his dark eyes dance with mischief. “You could do what you did while Seth made the salad last night.”

I laugh. “I’m not masturbating before dinner every night.”

Noah closes in on me and tips my chin up. “I could just fuck you against the kitchen island.”

My laughter dies as his lips slowly lower to mine. He kisses me softly and all too briefly. His thumb traces my jaw before he backs away.

“Everything is almost done, but if you want to set out the plates?—‍”

“On it.” I grab a stack of plates from the cabinet and some silverware and make the table. The guys all cheer on the couch. I glance at the TV to see if I can figure out what happened.

“Dinner’s ready,” Noah announces as he walks to the table with a casserole dish.

I’m going to get fat with the way these guys feed me. It looks like baked chicken parmesan. My stomach rumbles and Noah chuckles.

The guys mute the game and come to the table. I’m not used to eating with others or being fed. The food is delicious, as always, and the conversation is entertaining. They talk a little about the game, but then, to include me, we discuss some new shows that are out.

This time they let me help with the dishes. Blake and Seth settle in front of the game, while Coop goes to work out. Noah slips into the library. I head to my room. After freshening up from the day, I change into a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top.

With my phone in hand and a notebook, I head into the library to review the consent list. Noah looks up from the book he’s reading and nods at me as I head to the table.

I pull out my Bluetooth headphones and put on some music. My eyes widen as I look over the list. I make notes on the ones I most definitely do not want to do.

Some I have to do a search on to figure out what they are talking about. Some that I’m more interested in, I fall down a rabbit hole of information. I know some of the guys’ kinks already. Noah has mentioned bondage. Blake is a Dom and is into impact play.

Coop wants anal, but I wonder if there is more to his kink. He said he likes to play games on my first day. Maybe role-play or scenes. Seth is a voyeur for sure and likes to be in control.

Maybe I’ll learn more this week while sleeping in their beds. Tingles work their way through my veins. I find a few digital erotic romance novels that go along with the kinks I know and a few with some of the other things I found on the list that might interest me.

A shadow falls over me. I glance at Coop, who smiles wickedly. The others are making their way toward the table. I have my arms around my left knee with my foot on the chair. I turn off my music and set my AirPods on the table as they all take a seat.

“Meeting time?” I raise an eyebrow with a small smile.

Seth leans back in his chair. “Have you had time to go over the list, princess?”

Four sets of hungry eyes wait for my answer.

I set my phone down and lean back. “I think so.”

“Hard limits, sweetheart.” Coop leans forward with his hands together, elbows on the table.

I swallow and begin with the one that terrifies me the most. “No choking.”

“Not something any of us are into, but understandable.” Seth’s eyes linger on my bruises.

Noah clears his throat. “What about holding you by your neck? No squeezing or choking.”

I swallow. My fingers run over the skin of my throat, remembering my attacker’s fingers tightening on me, taking away my breath. “It might be too much. Can we call that a soft limit?”

A soft limit is something I can decide on in the moment. I’m not opposed to the idea, but I think it may be something we need to discuss.

“If I want to incorporate it, we’ll talk about it beforehand and go slow.” Noah’s brown eyes meet mine. He can tell this bothers me, but I want to try for him sometime.

“Not right away,” I say softly.