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Olivia grinned. “I know. I have a super low-tolerance for pain. Nathan tried to flog me once, and I safed out less than two minutes into it. But I’m into other kinky stuff, and I do like when Nathan tells me what to do. I mean, half the time I don’t listen because I already have a plan in my own mind, but half the time I do listen because it’s nice not to always be thinking. Plus, Nathan is way more creative than I could ever be.”

She ground herself on the dildo, and Nathan could see in her gaze she was close to coming again. “Stop. Don’t come,” he said, and for a second Olivia stilled, then she grinned and started bouncing on the dildo so hard she was coming within seconds.

When she was done, she grinned at Luke. “See? Terrible submissive.”

Luke looked at Nathan. “How do you control her?”

Nathan watched his face carefully. This was different. Luke needed something, and for a moment, Nathan paused in fear. Could he give this boy what he needed?

“I don’t control her. Obviously. That’s not what she wants. But what of you, Luke? What do you want?”

Luke blinked. “I… I don’t really know.”

It was an honest admission, and Nathan appreciated it more than Luke could know. He’d grown up with so little honesty in his life, his family “image” being so important. It was why Nathan had started pushing boundaries so much, to see if he could break his parents, make wrinkles in their seemingly perfect lives. But they refused to rise to his goading, ever, because he was the “miracle child” who survived death and could do no wrong. It was a horrifying position to be in, he realized once he’d gotten to college. He had few resources to deal with real problems. He’d gotten put on academic probation twice before he was finally kicked out of Cornell and had to complete his degree at a small state school. His parents never said a word, just pretended everything was fine, like they always did.

“Then let’s find out, shall we?”

“Do we need a contract or something?” Luke stammered, a deep flush rising up his neck to his cheeks.

Olivia pulled herself off the dildo, her juices making a delicious slurping sound as she rose. “Oh yay! We’re at contract time already. Does that mean we get to keep you?
Estaremos empatados ya
.”

Nathan watched Luke freeze for a second and couldn’t decide if it was because he was embarrassed about asking for a contract or because he wanted to be kept so badly. He turned toward Olivia to address her first. “I’d hardly call it a relationship yet, love. Give the man some room to breathe before you suffocate him.”

She pouted.

“I…I don’t mind,” Luke stammered.

Nathan turned back to Luke and assessed him. His sandy blond hair and slight build, definitely muscles there, but hardly of the body-building variety. He might be too young for all of this, but the longing in his blue eyes was enough. Time to take the bull by the horns and see what the kid was made of.

“Luke,” Nathan said and Luke’s shoulders relaxed again at the command. “We’d like to keep you. Long-term. We realize it’s a big ask, and you probably have questions for us, but Olivia and I trust our instincts, and we’ve never had anyone as right for us as you.”

“I… I don’t exactly know what that means… It’s all so new.”

Nathan stepped forward and slid his hand to the back of Luke’s neck. The boy relaxed even more. God, so responsive. “Yes, it’s new and a commitment. So we’ll build an out clause into this. One that any of the three of us can use. More than a safe word. It gives all of us the option to step away with no questions asked. All three of us have to be into this for it to work. And yes, we’ll need to communicate constantly to make sure we’re all still happy. But the out clause, that’s what keeps you safe, Luke. You say that word and we let you go completely. Not just from the scene, but from anything to do with us.”

Luke’s eyes widened. “Do you two have that?”

Olivia laughed. “Of course. I mean, not that I don’t appreciate drama, but long, drawn-out break-up scenes aren’t my thing. And if Nathan stopped wanting me, I’d prefer to skip the huge post-mortem on that. Same if he found someone else. What do I need that pain for? The out clauses are the best. Rip the Band-Aid off and move on.”

Nathan had never considered using his out clause with Olivia. And he made damn sure she wouldn’t have to remember their word. But when he’d first claimed her, two days after the bank incident, he wanted to keep things simple, and that seemed like the best way. And here he was again doing it with Luke, though this time his offer came with a hundred misgivings. Luke wasn’t nearly as open or as easy to read as his Livi. Luke didn’t share his life story with anyone who cared to listen the way Olivia did. But Nathan knew the out clause would make Luke feel more secure. And he wanted that for his boy.

“What’s the out clause word?”

Olivia put her hands over her ears and said, “Moisture.”

Nathan laughed, and Luke gave him a curious look. “Livi thinks the word is gross. She’d never use it. I’d never use it. Things are damp or wet. She uses lotion on her skin. The M-word is for the out clause use only.”

Luke tipped his head back and laughed, and Nathan was struck again by how beautiful he could be when his face opened up with honest emotion, not guarded like he most often was. Luke would be a project for both of them. Sure, they could pull the realness out of him in bed, but to capture that authenticity outside of it. To get his pure and honest emotions to live on the surface of him, that would take a lot of coaxing.

“Okay,” Luke said finally. “We have an out clause. Anything else? Do you need to know my hard limits or anything?”

Nathan grinned. “Do you know what your hard limits are?”

Luke blushed and looked down. “Not exactly.”

Olivia walked to him and put her arms around his waist, tucking herself in beautifully. The two of them were gorgeous together, and Nathan couldn’t wait to have at them both.

“Don’t worry, little Jedi, we’ll figure it out together.”

Luke took a deep breath and pulled away from Olivia’s hug, his heart tight and uncertain as to the next steps of this relationship. He glanced around their apartment. It was much more colorful and hodge-podge than Julian and Morgan’s. Full of bright Frida Kahlo prints and walls painted red and purple and deep gold. He’d been so nervous last night with them, he hadn’t really processed how much of the apartment screamed Olivia. Like walking inside her brain. There was a bookshelf along one wall with several pictures of Nathan and Olivia. Luke squinted his eyes at a framed set of four photo-booth pictures, realizing Olivia was in an increasing state of dishevelment with each picture, Nathan’s hands pulling at her clothes. They had an open kitchen, and Luke noticed a stack of dishes in the sink and Chinese stir-fry boxes left out. His instinct made him want to go put them away. Seal them up for lunch for the rest of the week. Takeout was such an indulgence on his budget.

The apartment was mostly hardwood flooring, but Nathan and Olivia had covered it with bright rugs. The whole place was cozy, and for a second, he imagined himself there, part of it, making dinner with them, leaving for work together. God, he wanted that. But he couldn’t let himself hope. Not so soon. Not with so many questions swirling around his brain. He’d just met them. This could all blow up in smoke.

His hands shook as he moved to undo the zipper on his coat before Nathan stopped him.

“Keep your coat on. Livi, go get dressed. The red dress with the short, flowy skirt, thigh-high stockings, no panties, and those black fuck-me boots.”

Olivia nodded and pranced toward the bedroom, humming “Sexy Back” as she went.

“Are we going somewhere?”

Nathan studied him again. The way the sexy man kept doing that was unnerving, almost as if he could crawl inside Luke’s mind and see everything he was thinking and feeling. “You’re going to church tomorrow? For the first time in a while?”

Luke nodded.

“Okay, well then, we need to have some fun tonight. Outside of the house. Give you something really good to confess.”

Heat flared on Luke’s cheeks. Of course. He should have expected Nathan to understand why he wanted to go to St. Jude’s, why he needed to go.

Nathan tipped Luke’s chin up and kissed him softly, his tongue sliding along Luke’s lower lip. “I don’t want to be something you feel guilty about. But if confession is what you need to reconcile how you feel and what you want, then have at it. I won’t stop you, but I’ll make damn sure you feel very good while you sin.”

Luke almost told him that was Satan’s MO, that the fallen angel used your desires against you, like he had with Jesus in the desert before he was crucified. But Luke didn’t think Nathan would appreciate the biblical lesson. So instead, he opened his mouth slightly and let Nathan dive in with his tongue. Nathan was an amazing kisser, so hungry and hot. Luke lit up and opened his mouth wider.

“Ready,” Olivia said from the doorway. Luke pulled back and stared. Holy shit. The dress. Plunging neckline revealing her ample cleavage and a skirt short enough Luke could see the top of her thigh highs. And the boots. He was sure she’d leave them on to fuck if he asked her, or maybe if Nathan asked her.

“Twirl, baby,” Nathan said, and she immediately did, the skirt flaring out to show off her bare ass and pussy.

“Luke’s gonna take that ass tonight. I’m glad you bounced on that dildo because you’re going to need to be ready for the both of us. DP, baby. Make sure you bring the lube in your purse.”

Olivia rolled her eyes. “Like I would leave home without it.”

“Are we going back to the dungeon at Nyx?” Luke asked, suddenly feeling butterflies in his stomach. Would he have to do another scene? It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, not with the two of them, but he didn’t feel ready yet to be graded on his performance with them by other people in the community. It was one thing to be a newbie on demo night, but the next time he visited, he wanted to be able to show off a bit more. At the very least, he wanted to know what he was doing enough not to blow his load from just a little ass play.

Nathan shook his head. “No, not to Nyx. We’re going to The Playground. Livi likes music, and she likes to be seen. I’m indulging her tonight.”

Luke released a breath. Okay. He hadn’t been to that club before, but he’d heard of it. They were just going to see a band, and then apparently coming home to double penetrate Olivia. He wasn’t sure why she needed to bring lube with her, but he wasn’t going to ask any questions. Nathan was running the show, and when the man slipped a cuff connected to a small leash around Luke’s wrist, a part of him low down inside settled into calm. He could do this.

•●•

As they entered The Playground, Luke was assaulted by loud music and thick air that smelled of sweat and…sex. He’d never been to the club before, but of course he knew about it. Anyone in the Minneapolis-St. Paul area knew of it. It was legendary. But between a sick mom and being broke, he hadn’t gotten a chance to see a show there. Plus, you had to be at least eighteen to get in to see most of the bands, so it wasn’t like he’d had many opportunities. He liked the place immediately. A person could get lost in the crowd and be anyone they wanted to be.

And it seemed there were dozens of people doing just that. Some people were making out on the dance floor, squished between so many bodies it could hardly be called a dance floor anymore.

At the bar, the patrons shouted their orders at the two bartenders who moved around like robots, completely undaunted by the throng of screaming customers as though they did this every night of the week and there was nothing to be flustered over. Anyone who didn’t squeeze through to the counter or yell over the volume didn’t get served. It was that simple.

There were both straight and gay couples pressed against each other everywhere. One man sat on a stool at the bar, his hands gripping the ass cheeks of the man between his legs, grinding into him, their mouths locked together, oblivious to anyone around them.

All manner of dress was visible everywhere Luke glanced.

“Come on,” Olivia shouted into his ear a moment before she tugged his hand and dragged him through the maze of people as if they would part like Moses and the Red Sea, which amazingly they did.