Tuesday
“Safe words?” Talen asked, running the whip across the palm of his hand with a hiss of leather.
“We don’t use them,” Cameron shook his head. Talen had chained him naked to the cross in a leisurely process that had left Cameron sporting an erection that seemed to be pleading for the vampire’s attention, Aislen thought with a smug smile, thoroughly enjoying the view. “We don’t say no to each other, and we trust each other not to hurt us more than, you know,” his smile was filthy. “Then we enjoy.”
“Hmm,” Talen’s disapproving grimace was subtle, but Aislen saw it pass over his face.
“Daddy don’t like,” she purred, running her hands over the arm of her chair.
“No, Daddy does not like,” Talen agreed. “We now have safe words. Raudr to stop, and gulr to slow down. Repeat it, slave.
