Page 97 of Menage a Passions
Jane winked at Becca from across the room as she lured Caitlyn into a corner. “Behold.” Jane yanked a black sheet off a spanking horse. “Whenever I lose a bet you can spank me good on this thing.”
“Uh-huh. Show me.”
“Oh, you’d love that.”
Becca raised her hand. “I know I would.”
“Yes, everyone likes watching me get spanked from time to time. Very special occasion for me and my arse. Now, over here…” Her deflection from what Becca – and Caitlyn – was already thinking was masterful as Jane approached the built-ins on the other wall. She opened cupboard doors to reveal a selection of impact play and restraint implements. “The bottom drawer is empty.” She showed her partners that it was lined in black satin. “I was thinking some naughty bits that at least one of us enjoys. Your strap-ons, vibrators, maybe a leash if you like.”
“You’re going to have a better lock on this room than you currently do, right?” Caitlyn asked. “I’m not even thinking about Cece accidentally wandering in here and getting us all in trouble. If you’re going to host business partners in your office across the hall…”
“Oh, relax. The only people who can come in here will be the three of us.” Jane sat on the spanking horse, albeit in no position to get any impact – much to Becca’s disappointment. “Which means we are on the hook for keeping this place neat and tidy, but that’s how it goes.”
Caitlyn glanced between Jane and Becca, keeping her opinion to herself. “Jane…”
“What do we think, loves? Brilliant? Or Jane’s gone kooky again?”
Becca could no longer contain the notion thatthiswas happening. Because of course it was. With Jane – and, yes, Caitlyn – at the helm of this relationship? Nothing else was possible.
“I love it,” she said. “And so do you, Cait. Admit it, you’ve spent the whole time in here thinking of all the nasty things you want to do to me.” She gestured to Jane. “And her.”
“Also thinking about all the nasty things she wants done toher,” Jane muttered out of the side of her mouth.
Slowly, a smile tickled Caitlyn’s face. Soon, she was laughing. “When’s the last time the three of us even spanked in the same room?”
Jane had prepared that answer. “Seven months. Before the squid showed up.” She stamped one foot. “Kids get in the way of everything!”
“Something tells me you have not gone completely without, though,” Caitlyn said. “I tied you up in my childhood bed this past Christmas.”
“You tiedmeup,” Becca reminded her.
“Yes, I know. I tied you both up.”
“Our Cait likes to assert dominance in her childhood bedroom, doesn’t she?” Jane closed the empty drawer. “Funny. So do I. I getwayfewer chances to take you girls for a spin where I lost my virginity in White Fir. That reminds me, I nailed our Becca in New York when we were there for business. Knowing her, she made you even it out when we got back, Cait.”
“That was a month ago.”
“You telling me you don’t remember what sex you were having a month ago? Does that mean you forgot begging me for a buggering in the…”
Caitlyn cut her off with a hint of distress in her voice. “Okay, we get it, the three of us are not without getting laid when we need to, but seldom together. To be fair, it’s hard to schedule sex between three women with very different personalities and menstrual maladies.”
“Something about the word ‘schedule’ concerning sex is making me feel a certain way, Cait.”
“Only because you say it weird, Jane.”
Becca stepped between them, one hand on Jane’s chest and the other hooking into Caitlyn’s belt cinched around her sweater dress. “I think we should focus on the fact that the three of us are availabletonight.Come on.” She glanced at Jane, who grinned, and Caitlyn, who looked away. “Did you guys think we were going out as a throuple for the first time in months andnotmaking the most of it?”
“I assumed it would be at home,” Caitlyn said. “Or at the club, if we were going there.”
“Wearehome, Cait.”
“Yeah, Cait.” Becca turned her whole body toward Caitlyn, tugging on her belt and bringing her close enough to kiss. “This is our home now. And Jane was kind enough to think of these things for us. Isn’t that nice of her?”
Caitlyn lowered her crossed arms, hands encircling her hips as she pushed her forehead toward Becca’s. “I think you simply want to take that St. Andrew’s Cross for a spin, Becca.”
“I mean…” Becca undid the belt between her fidgety hands. “Since we’re here…”
Sighing, Caitlyn tilted her head back, the faint rays of sunset illuminating the side of her blond head. “Do you have a coin on you, Lin?”