Brice stared at his reflection in the mirror. The man who stared back was the same one he saw day after day. However, today, something was different. What was that he saw in his face? Nervousness? Excitement? Perhaps both. No matter which, there was a flush to his cheeks and a brightness to his eyes. But then, it could just be a by-product of the heat of the shower, and nothing to do with the surprise Winter had lined up.
He still couldn’t believe Winter had done this. The gagged and bound man was here for him
. His reluctance to pick up a guy at a bar or anywhere else had driven his best friend to hire an escort to break him in, as Winter had put it.
With a sigh, Brice hung his head and closed his eyes. As much as he enjoyed having sex with Winter, he always felt as if something was missing. She was attractive and sexy as hell and could probably arouse a corpse if she tried hard enough, but still, Brice wanted something more. Something different. Something she couldn’t give him.
Eventually, she’d figured out that he was attracted to men. Her suspicion was probably confirmed the night she took him to a gay dance club and found him practically drooling all over himself. Yet he’d never made a move to explore his desire, in spite of all the scenarios his friend had arranged.
Her reasoning was logical, at least to his half-numb yet very surprised mind. Would he want his first time with a guy to be full of awkward fumbles and unsated desire? Though no one could know for sure it would go that way, the possibility that it could made Brice stop and think. Winter promised that with Dakota and
her help, Brice would have a truly unforgettable experience.
“This has got to be a dream,” Brice muttered as he straightened up and started to towel dry his hair. “Or maybe a nightmare.”
The man kneeling next to the bed looked like a mythical god. So beautiful that he almost looked feminine. And the intense look on his face sent goose bumps along Brice’s limbs. How could he be expected to perform with such an exquisite example of the human species? Talk about pressure. Perfect time for doubts to intrude.
Brice squeezed into the jeans Winter demanded he wear, and put his T-shirt back on before running a comb through his hair. He couldn’t stay in the bathroom all weekend. Winter would find a way to break through the door to make him come out. She might be all woman, but he didn’t dare mess too much with her, as she was a master in the martial art Soo Bahk Do, and he knew she wasn’t afraid to use those skills if the situation called for it.
He took a deep breath and grabbed the door handle. “I hope you know what you’re doing, Winnie, or this will be a disaster.”
Opening the door, Brice found Winter kneeling in front of Dakota. His gag had been removed, and they were speaking softly. From their body language, it appeared as if they knew each other. Briefly, Brice wondered if Winter had played with Dakota before. Perhaps she used him often here in her playhouse. He didn’t like the pictures that train of thought conjured.
He leaned against the frame and watched them, his arms folded over his chest. He took a long, hard look at the man who was to potentially be his first male lover.
Though the lighting was dim, Brice could see that Dakota’s hair was more than one shade of blond. At least three different hues streaked the slightly wavy length that ended just below his shoulders. His profile accented a narrowly sloped nose and high cheekbones. He’d not yet gotten close enough to see the color of the man’s eyes, but Brice was sure they would be as exotic as the total package.
Brice’s gaze wandered lower, pleased with the man’s attractive, fit body. His cock pressed tighter against his already snug jeans as he took in the muscular arms, abs, and thighs. He was disappointed that Dakota’s dick couldn’t be seen from this angle.
Both turned their attention to Brice, as if they had felt his stare boring into Dakota. He locked eyes with Dakota and felt his heart race with desire, though his lack of experience quickly filled him with doubt. There was no way he could pleasure a professional like Dakota Knight.
Winter looked at Dakota, and her lips turned up into that sexy smile she wore when seduction was on her mind. Her, Brice could handle, was familiar and comfortable with. Letting out a soft breath of resignation, Brice stepped into the room.
“Can we talk a minute, Winnie?”
“Sure.” She got up and walked over to him.
Brice took her arm and pulled her toward the main doorway before he spoke. “I’m not sure I can do this. He’s…” He looked over at where Dakota still knelt, watching them. “Too much.”
“Trust me. He’s perfect for this. For you.”
His brows drew together in confusion. “You said he’s a professional escort. Will he allow me to…?” His words dropped off, unable to actually say it. “How can that be safe? And wouldn’t that make him too experienced for me? Jeez, Winnie, you’ve given me performance anxiety before anything even starts.”
Winter sidled up to Brice and palmed the bulge in his jeans. It twitched. She had the uncanny ability to tease him, and she drew much pleasure from torturing him. His dick seemed ready to play. But mentally, it was Dakota he wanted now.
“I’m completely confident that your little soldier is more than willing and ready to come out and play.” She rose up on her toes and brushed her lips over his. “Stop stressing, babe. Professor Winter is here to instruct. Just do as I say and all will be fine. Remember, I’m all about safe sex.”
His brow arched. “Getting off on being a dominatrix this weekend?” The corner of his mouth twitched into a quick smirk. There was no question. His best friend was born to fill the shoes of a Domme.
“Damn straight. You’re not the only one who’s getting something out of this.” She batted those brown, long-lashed puppy-dog eyes. “So, we good?”
Taking a slow, deep breath, then letting it out, Brice nodded as his gaze lingered on Dakota. “What role shall I play if you’re the Domme? Slave?” Maybe if he thought of it as one of those games Winter liked to play, then maybe he could really do this.
“No one is above the dominatrix. Your mistress has complete control.” She gave him a wink. “Dakota is our slave, at mercy to our will, so you can play my subservient boy toy.”
“Boy toy is easy.” He smiled and gave a mock bow to get into the game. “At your service. What would you have me do first?”
“Let’s get this show on the road.”