“You couldn’t anyway,” Gideon teased back. “I’ve figured out which chains are your favorites. I put you in that doggy spreader and you go putty in my hands.”
His cock twitched at the thought of the spreader. “No, I don’t,” he protested.
A calculating gleam appeared in Gideon’s eye. “Care to bet on that? Let’s say I go put you in there right now. If I don’t have you screaming by the time I come, I’ll drop this whole issue with Emma.”
It was a sucker’s bet. Jesse knew it. He would probably be screaming long before that. But this was one of the rare bets when everybody would come out a winner. “You’re on.”
Abruptly, Gideon let him go. “Five minutes. In the playroom. Leave your clothes in the apartment. Any preparation you want, you do it then. Because you won’t get it once I close the playroom door.”