تسجيل الدخول❈ ❈ Riley Pov ❈ ❈ I was nervous as fuck. Like, actually nervous. Not the fake "I'm so fine" nervous I usually put on. Real, stomach-twisting, hands-shaking, nervous. I stood in the middle of our bedroom. Its our bedroom now, since the three of us had started sharing more nights than not — while Jayson and Mila moved around me like they were setting up for something sacred.Candles were already lit. Soft R&B was playing low in the background. The sheets were clean and pulled back. Everything looked intentional. Soft. Safe.I hated how much I liked that."You good?" Mila asked, stepping in front of me. She was already in a black lace bra and boy shorts, looking like she belonged on a damn billboard. She reached up and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. "Talk to me, babe."I swallowed. "I'm… yeah. I'm good. Just—""Just what?" Jayson said from behind me. His voice was calm, low. He was shirtless, black sweatpants hanging low on his hips. He rested his hands lightly on my shoulde
❈ ❈ Jayson Pov ❈ ❈ I had been staring at my phone for the past twenty minutes.My father's contact was right there. I kept pulling it up and then closing it. Riley and Mila were in the living room giving me space, knowing this was something I needed to do alone.The thing was, I'd already made my decision. I'd already told Cassie. I'd already started the legal process of taking Thomas down. I'd already built a life with Riley and Mila that felt more real than anything I'd ever had before.But I still cared what my father thought. And that pissed me off.I took a breath and called him.He picked up on the second ring."Jayson," he said, his voice all business. "I was just about to call you. I need to talk to you about the quarterly reports—""Dad, I need to tell you something," I cut him off.There was a pause. My father didn't like being interrupted. He liked control. He liked things running smoothly and predictably."What is it?" he asked, and I could hear the edge in
[ Riley pov]Mila had been thinking about this for a while.She'd mentioned it casually like a week ago — something about wanting to try restraints, wanting to feel controlled. But the way she said it made it clear it wasn't casual. It was something she'd been fantasizing about.So here we were, on friday night. The three of us in our bedroom with the door locked and our phones on silent."So like, I have to be honest," Mila said, and she was nervous. I could see it in the way her hands were shaking slightly. "I'm a little scared.""Scared of what?" Jayson asked."Scared I won't like it," she said. "Like I'm gonna feel trapped, and my anxiety is gonna kick in and I'll freak out.""Then we stop," I said simply. "If anything feels wrong, we gon stop babe.No judgment and no questions asked.”"Promise?" she asked."Promise," Jayson said.She nodded and took a breath. "Okay," she said. "Let's do this."Jayson had bought silk restraints. Not the harsh rope type. Someth
[Riley pov ] We hadn't been intimate like this since everything blew up with Thomas.The sex we'd had was possessive. It was angry. It was us reclaiming what was ours. But this? This was different. This was us trying to rebuild something that had been fractured.Jayson had suggested it. He'd said we needed to reset and remember what we were to each other when we weren't fighting or defending or hurting.So here we were on a Saturday afternoon with the curtains drawn and soft music playing. No rush. No pressure. Just the three of us trying to find our way back to each other.We started slow. Really slow. Jayson and I kissing while Mila watched from the edge of the bed. Then Mila joining us, her hand on my waist, her lips on my shoulder. We were all just... touching. Feeling. Remembering."I want to try something," Jayson said after a while. "If you guys are okay with it.""What?" Mila asked."I want Riley to watch," he said. "I want her to see you come on my cock."I felt something
[Riley Pov]I was making coffee when my phone rang.Unknown number. I didn't want to answer, but something made me pick up."Riley?" My mother's voice came through, and immediately my entire body went tense.I hadn't heard from her in three years. Three fucking years."Hi, Mom," I said carefully."I saw the news," she said. No hello. No how are you. Just straight to business. "About that man. Thomas. And the video.""Yeah," I said. I was already preparing myself for whatever was coming."That's disgusting," she said. "Absolutely disgusting. You've always been so... reckless."There it was."I called because I wanted to know if you're okay," she continued, but her tone made it clear she didn't actually care. "And because people are asking about you. "And?" I asked."And I told them that you've always been irresponsible," she said. "That this doesn't surprise me. That you've never made good choices."I set the coffee down. My hands were shaking."Is there a reason you're calling?
[Riley Pov]The office was cold. Everything about Thomas's world was cold.Jayson had arranged the meeting without telling Thomas why. Just said he needed to talk business. Thomas had no idea what was coming, and I was sitting in the waiting room trying not to vibrate out of my skin.Mila was next to me, her hand on my knee. "You good?" she asked."No," I said honestly. "I'm about to watch my boyfriend ruin someone. That's not exactly comfortable.""He deserves it though," Mila said.She was right. But knowing Thomas deserved it and watching it happen were two different things.Jayson came out about twenty minutes later. His jaw was clenched. His eyes were dark."Let's go," he said.We walked to the car in silence. Once we were inside and driving, he finally talked."I told him," Jayson said, his hands gripping the steering wheel. "I told him that what he did was a violation. That filming someone without consent and posting it is a crime. That I have lawyers who are already
Days blurred together after we got back home. Not bad blurred—just heavy. We were talking again, really talking, but not about the obvious thing. We'd sit up late over coffee that went cold, or I'd find Dave already at the kitchen table when I came down in the morning, like he'd been awake for hou
I woke up to gray light bleeding through the curtains we forgot to close last night. My body felt destroyed in that specific way—sore in places that reminded me exactly what happened, muscles aching from positions and exertion I wasn't used to. The room was quiet except for the air conditioner's lo
The hotel suite smelled like fresh linen and expensive candles when the four of us stepped inside. It was one of those high-end downtown places with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city lights stretching out like a map of possibility, a massive king bed positioned perfectly to catch the gl
The next few days were a strange mix of tension and tentative excitement.Claire and Ryan. Mid-thirties, experienced swingers. Their photos were tasteful but clear: Claire with sultry curves, dark hair falling past her shoulders, a wicked smile that suggested she knew exactly what she wanted; Ryan







