Dangerous black ties

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"Does your arm feel okay?" Jeremy asked me carious, his eyes flickering to my arm.

"Yes, it feels fine," I say with a small smile, looking into his honey-colored eyes.

Edison says.
"Well, how about a warm bath? We made quite the mess of you." He says casually.

Which caused a blush to eat up my cheeks immediately. My eyes widen.
"You can't say that," I say bewildered and embarrassed.

"Oh, so you disagree, then?" Dexter replied, replied, his hands still holding my bottoms in his hands out of my grasp.

Which just adds to my feelings of exposure.
After all, they were completely clothed.

Alex slightly has a firm grip on my jaw forcing me to look at him.

"When someone you a question, you are supposed to answer. Wouldn't one to end up with a sore ass. I'm sure we would enjoy that, that, but I'm not sure you would. Do you understand?." Alex sternly says to me almost nonchalantly as if completely and utterly normal.

I gulp on my spit, unconsciously closing my legs slightly.

"Yes, sir," I replied, replied, my eyes never leaving his hazel eyes.

He smirks in reaction.
Firmly placing his lips on mine.
"Good girl." Now answer Dexter.

I'm nervously looking up at Dexter's grey eyes, still dark and seductive.
He arched his brow at me as if asking me to continue to ignore his question.

"I didn't mean it like that," I say slightly, softly, trying my best not to offend.

"That's not what he asked you," Jeremy says, twirling a piece of my hair in his fingertips.

"I don't disagree," I said, looking down, embarrassment filling my veins quickly.

Until my jaw is grabbed firmly once again, looking into the steel grey eyes of Dexter.

"Look at me when you're talking to me." He tells me sternly.

I once again gulp my spit, slightly tugging on my fingers as I force myself to maintain eye contact.

"I don't disagree," I repeated once again, raising my voice slightly.

He smirks slightly mischievously.
"Thought so." He repeated repeated it smugly.

"So I'm going to run you a bath. Then we can relax together while we take care of you." Edison says walking out in some random direction leaving the door slightly ajar.

Without leaving me room for protest.

Jeremy is still off to my side, side, his hands still not leaving my loose hair.

"It's just embarrassing," I say slightly overwhelmed.

"Absolutely not." Dexter replies, replies, "We wanted to. Besides, we would have all gone again if we wanted to. Perhaps next time we will." He says, licking his lips. Lustfully. He says his hand softly rubbing my upper thigh in a comforting gesture.

"Besides, you have nothing to be embarrassed about," Alex says. His hazel eyes stared down deep into my soul. His eyes were slightly soft.


"It's natural to. I'd be concerned if you didn't respond to our touch so well." Jeremy says his soft honey eyes are melting me into a puddle.

His then-piercing, captivating sky-blue eye peeks through the crack of the opening.
The door opened a bit more.

"Bath water is ready," Edison says with a small smile, looking at them comforting me, especially Jermery, who has softly been playing with my hair.

I make a move to each of my bottoms in Dexter's hand before he retracts it back further away from me.

"Hey," I say slightly annoyed.

Edison notices the scene before him opening the door with his outstretched arm. His tattoos are on full display with his rolled-up sleeves.

He arched his brow.
"Now why would you need those?" He asked me, crossing his arms over his chest, his muscles bulging even more.

"It's not like we haven't seen it all before." Alex has his eyes running up and down my body.

"See, that's what I'm talking about," I say, pointing at Alex.

Who smirks at my rosy-red cheeks?
"I did a lot more than just look at if I'm not mistaken." He says, licking his lips at me.
The metal of his piercing runs against his lower lip.

"Who, princess, who's carrying you to the bathroom?" Edison says, looking at me.

Suddenly the situation sets in, and I'm overwhelmed with a feeling of nervousness and anticipation. Dexter is still holding my bottoms out of each with a teasing smile on his lips.
His gray eyes glimmer with amusement, daring you to try and take them back.


Edison steps closer to me, his steps commanding as he crosses the room in quick strides. His tattoos, dark against his tanned skin, ripple slightly as he flexes his arms, the movement drawing your eyes.

"Well?" he asks again, his voice low and authoritative. "Who's going to carry you?"

I breathe deeply, feeling the intensity of their gazes on me, trying to regain some sense of control.

"I can walk on my own," I say softly, hoping to assert myself just a little.

Edison's smile widens, a mixture of amusement and something else, something darker. He shakes his head slowly. "That's not what I asked."

Before I can react, Alex's grip on my jaw tightens slightly—not painfully, but enough to remind me of the situation. His hazel eyes bore into yours, his expression unreadable.

"Answer him properly," Alex murmurs, his voice almost a purr. "You don't want to be difficult, do you?"

I swallow hard, and your mouth suddenly dries. The weight of their attention is overwhelming, and you can feel my resolve wavering. Despite the heat rising to your cheeks, you know there's only one way out of this.

You glance between them, trying to gauge their reactions. Finally, you look back at Edison, who is watching you intently, his arms still crossed over his broad chest.

"You," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "You can carry me."

Edison's smile widens, satisfaction clear on his face. "Good girl," he says approvingly. Without another word, he steps forward and effortlessly lifts me into his arms, cradling me against his chest.

Jeremy's fingers have left my hair no longer playing with my long locks.

As Edison carries me into the bathroom, I feel the warmth of his body close to mine, making my heart ease.

Behind me, Dexter and Alex follow their eyes never leaving you.