Tortured Sex

[ 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

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❈ ❈ 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

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❈ ❈ 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

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Tortured Sex

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