Sweat crawled along Simon’s hairline, slipped down behind the blindfold. He swallowed, trying to relax. It wasn’t easy.

His lovers were inventive, and took great delight in coming up with new tortures for him. Simon really did enjoy being their pet, but there were the moments like these, suspended in time.

Waiting.

It was his least favorite game. Which was probably why Mal and Jayne played it so often.

Simon felt the air move, and a hand on his hip. He let out the breath he had been holding. A mouth attached to his neck. He moaned, ecstatic.

Time to play.