“I still want to see you in the nipple clamps,” Jesse murmured. “With your hands in cuffs…and your feet in the stirrups. Maybe use the flogger on your stomach…on the top of your thighs…across your breasts.”
Emma looked up at him through her lashes, licking one final time along his cock before settling back. “I want that, too. Will you, please, Jesse? It’s been too long.”
“You want me to do it?”
It took a moment in her desire-addled state to discern what he meant. He’d meant to have Gideon use the flogger, which made sense. Gideon didn’t often trust Jesse to be prudent enough on Emma; the feedback loop their lust made between them often spiraled both of them out of control. But right now, Emma wanted Jesse’s hands on her. It was Jesse’s strength she had to learn, and for as much as everything else felt the same, she needed to be certain, once and for all, what his being a Guardian meant. Would he be able to resist the pull of their emotions and not go too far?