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similar pieces— but there was no sign of whips, crops, or floggers.

Richard opened a cabinet door and revealed ropes and an assortment of silk ties. He pointed to several metal loops secured in the walls and floor— great locations for tying someone up.

Matthew sat on the bench. He grinned and slipped his hand into one of the upper rings.

I ran my fingers over the chains, the handcuffs, the loops. My cock filled with each touch of metal and leather.

Richard's breath struck the skin behind my ear. “You like it? I set it up special. It seems Matthew and I love to restrain you when we play.” He cupped the front of my pants. “Hold that thought. There's more of the place to see.” He backed away.

Matthew's fingers tightened on the metal loop, and he smiled at me again before following Richard out.

We moved through the house and into the living room. Spacious, tidy, and stark. The only adornment on the walls was a considerable painting hanging over the fireplace. A sea captured at night during a storm. The raging, choppy water stretched out over half the picture. A tall lighthouse filled the other half and poured a beam of light onto the dark, stormy waters. It reminded me of one of those pieces sold at the traveling art fairs advertised on TV between an infomercial selling plastic gloves that peeled potatoes and an episode of the original Knight Rider. Something he bought to fill the space, nothing more.

Matthew flopped onto the couch. “Comfy.”

I spotted a small bar in the corner of the room. No booze, no glasses, the shelves bare, the cabinet doors locked shut. When Matthew wasn't looking, I raised an eyebrow at Richard. He shrugged and moved through an open doorway that led to his office.

A large desk sat in the middle of the room and dominated the space. I stepped around it and stopped at the picture window behind the desk. No curtains or other window treatments hindered the impressive cityscape. The view alone had to increase the value of the house.

“I work here when I can,” Richard said, “but most days I go into the office downtown. If I'm not home, I want you both to treat the place like it's yours.”

“You're not worried about us being here without you?” Matthew asked.

“Nope, not at all.” He gave Matthew a brief pat on the ass before he led us through the living room to the stairs.

We walked the hall of the second floor and peeked in doorways. “There are two baths,” Richard said. “Three bedrooms. You can each have one of the extra rooms.”

I glanced inside the closest room. “There's no bed.”

He leaned over my shoulder and peered in. “Said I had the rooms. Just didn't think through the rest.”

“Sure you didn't.”

“You're seeing right through me, aren't you?”

Matthew laughed from where he stood across the hall.

“I always have a plan.” Richard's hand landed on my hip, and he closed the distance between us, bringing my body to him. “I want you in my bed.” He stepped away and sauntered down the hall to the master bedroom. Matthew trailed after him without hesitation.

I let a smile form and fade before following them.

“Since we can't all fit our clothes and shit in this room, you can use the others. But I'd like for us to sleep in here together. Are you okay with that?”

Matthew nodded several times. He went still and sank to the bed.

I surveyed the room. There were no clothes thrown about. No books or magazines tossed next to the bed. A lone gold watch lay on one nightstand, a clock radio on the other. The king-size bed seemed small in terms of fitting the three of us— an assessment more about me sleeping in such close proximity to two other people, something I'd never done, rather than any real measurement of the bed versus the three of us.

The silence reached me. Richard sat on the bed. A troubled stare contorted his features. Matthew's expression was just as pronounced, his head cocked to the side.

“Oh yeah,” I said. “I assumed as much when you offered your place.”

Richard's expression relaxed. “You're gonna keep surprising me, aren't you?”

“I'll try if that's what you're into.”

Matthew dropped his head as he held back yet another laugh.

I stepped into the bathroom doorway. The walk-in shower and oversize bathtub weren't a real surprise considering the rest of the house. “Nice tub.”

Richard moved to stand beside me, brushing his hand along my hip. “I do enjoy a good splurge now and then. We should all fit.”

Matthew made a small sound with his exhale from the other room.

I ran my hand up Richard's side and said, “I think he likes the idea.” We had to be done with the tour. My fingers swept over the front of his shirt. The muscles of his abdomen quivered beneath the fabric.

“I think he does.” His hand cupped my groin. I wasn't as hard as in the basement, but I was getting there. My cock knew where the night would end, and it was just waiting to get the right signal that it was time to play.

Richard kissed me, pulling me firm against him.

Yep, that was the signal.

I gripped his hips and mashed us together. He shoved me back against the doorjamb. A dull pain shot up my spine, but I didn't bother to move. His hard body on mine was enough to wipe out anything else. Anything except the intense feeling I was missing something. Someone.

Matthew.

I pulled away from Richard and glanced into the bedroom. “Jesus, kid.”

“Shit,” Richard said.

Matthew lay on his back, naked, his knees bent, his feet flat on the bed, his hard cock lying against his lower abdomen. One hand was cupping his balls. The other was wrapped around his prick, not tugging, but teasing the tip with his thumb.

Richard twisted his fingers in the fabric of my shirt and dragged me with him to the bed. “You are one hell of a sexy man,