by Luna, David
She sucked on her sucker and nodded her head. “Mmmhmm.”
Knox sat her up and helped her to her feet, taking her sucker and putting it on the wrapper Jamie had left on the counter. Her legs were wobbly as she made her way over to the table, trying to climb on. Ronan put his hands under her skirt and held it up to her sides, clasping her waist and picking her up. He gently set her down on her very reddened ass. “Now, go ahead and scoot your pretty bottom to the edge of the table. There, that’s it. I’m gonna have you lay back on the bed, lift your legs, and spread them as I get the stirrups out.”
Ronan made a show of pulling the stirrups out and caressing each leg as he placed her feet in each foothold. He stood back and put a finger to his lips. “Hmm. I’m not sure that’s going to be good enough.”
Ronan brought her legs down off the stirrups, pushed them back onto the table, and asked her to sit up. “Knox, I think I’m going to need your help here. Can you get up on the table behind her, let her lay back against you, and hold her legs apart like you did on the chair?”
“Yes, of course, Dr. Kincaid.” Knox stood and smirked, obviously unable to hide his enjoyment of how Ronan was handling the scene.
Ronan watched as Knox hopped up on the table and got situated behind Callie, his legs on either side of her thighs. He wrapped his arms around her, spread her legs, and as he was lying back with her, Ronan watched as he felt her up, making her moan. “Mmm, Daddy.”
“Shh, be a good girl for Daddy and open wide.” Ronan watched as Knox grabbed the underside of her thighs as he lay back, spreading Callie impossibly wide.
She whimpered again, her face red and flushed, more than likely from embarrassment coupled with arousal. Goddamn, Ronan was dripping precome just like he’d be willing to bet the others were and could see for himself Callie was. She was making little mewling noises and reached down to grip herself before Knox ordered her to stop.
Ronan remembered Knox telling him once that Zach had nearly safeworded the first time he’d told him to dress up as a woman. He got off on humiliation, he’d said, but wanted to draw a line in the sand there. They’d had to talk it out for a couple days before he came around, and from the looks of it, as much as he may have hated dressing up as a woman, he for damn sure was loving the humiliation.
Ronan put on some latex gloves and pumped some lube on his fingers. He grabbed Callie’s balls and hard cock in his hand, pushing them up, away from her beautiful hole.
“This might be a bit cool inside, but I have to check you internally to ensure everything is working properly.” He stroked his lubed-up fingers over her hole that was slightly open and begging for his touch. “I’ll be gentle, I promise, but I have to slide my fingers deep inside you, sweet girl.”
She shook her head. “No.”
Knox whispered in her ear, “Now princess, you know you’ve had a crush on Dr. Kincaid for years. You can’t deny you want him to slide his fingers deep inside your kitty. Isn’t that right? He’ll be very gentle, and maybe he’ll even make you feel good. How about that, Doc? Will you make sure to treat her really nice and make her feel good?”
“I can do that, but only if she tells me herself.”
“Princess, you have to tell him yourself. Do you want the doctor to pet your sweet kitty and make her all wet? You know you love when I do that if you’re having trouble getting to sleep. I give you special touches and make your kitty all excited. Do you want that now?”
She bit her lip and nodded. “Yes, please. I need it.”
Ronan nodded, glancing at Jamie who had the heel of his hand pressing down on his hard cock that was tenting his scrubs. Ronan glanced back at Callie and smiled. “Of course, you do. And look at how aroused you’ve made my nurse.” He turned back to Jamie and ordered, “Pull it out and jack it slowly, boy.”
Jamie paused, a slight hesitation showing as he let out a shaky breath and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy.” He gave his attention once more to the sweet girl before him. “You should be proud of how gorgeous you are. I bet he’s gonna love watching me pet you and make you all wet.”
She glanced over at Jamie and bit her lip again as she watched him slowly jack his cock. Ronan rubbed her sweet hole and touched his index finger to her opening, pressing in. “Oh, sweet girl, you’re so hungry aren’t you? You need someone to pet your kitty every day, don’t you?”
She nodded, and Knox said, “She really does. It’s gotten so she can’t even sleep unless I pet her, and sometimes, even that’s not enough. Sometimes, she needs me to fill her with my cock and my come before she can settle down.”
Callie gasped, whispering loudly, “Daddy, don’t tell!”
“Callie, we have to tell the doctor everything about you so he can take care of you properly.”
Ronan looked at his friend and back to Callie. “Is it possible your step-daddy is the father of your baby?”
She blushed again and looked back at Knox. “I guess so. I…I hope so.”
“If I am, she won’t want for anything. I’ll pamper her every day for the rest of my life,” Knox replied.
Ronan slid his finger all the way in and she gasped and moaned. “She’s still very tight, Knox. You’re obviously taking good care of her. But I’d be putting a chastity belt on this kitty of hers, so she doesn’t stray. You need to be sure you’re giving her exactly what she needs, so she won’t have to look elsewhere.”
Knox nodded. “I know. She was acting out because I was out of town on business. She’s been adequately punished and knows never to do that again. Don’t you, princess?”
She nodded. “Yes, Daddy. But, the doctor…”
Knox kissed her cheek. “The doctor is my friend, and I’m permitting it. Do you want him to pet you and make you feel good, or do you want him to slide his big dick deep inside you and give you his come?”
She moaned. “Daddy, he’d do that?”
“Yes, if I ask him to. Right, Doc?”
“If she asks me to, yes. But she has to be very specific.”
She whimpered and nodded. “Doctor, will you fill my kitty up with your big cock and come deep inside me? She’s so needy, and I can never get enough.”
“I’ll take care of her. She won’t be needy when she’s dripping with my come. Okay, sweet girl?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Jamie groaned, his hand moving faster, and Ronan smirked, knowing he might not be able to keep himself from coming. “How about I slide one more finger in. Are you ready for that?”
She nodded, and he slid a second finger in and then a third, getting her ready for his cock. “I’m gonna touch your button, okay Callie? It will feel so good. Are you ready?”
“Oh yes, please, please, please.”
“So good at begging, sweet girl.” Ronan tapped her button, and she nearly came without touching herself. He pulled his achingly hard dick out of his scrubs, slicked up his cock, and began to press against her tight hole. Ronan held her legs back as he eased his tip inside. She reached back and grabbed Knox’s hands and panted. “He’s so big, Daddy. I’m scared.”
“I’ll be gentle. I promise. I’d never hurt you. Your Daddy would kill me. He’s very protective of his treasured possessions. Now, bear down and let me in. That’s it. So good. So fucking tight. What a sweet kitty you have, gripping me so tight. Is kitty hungry? Hmm?”
She cried out, “Yes! She’s so hungry. Please, please fill her up.”
Ronan took her word for it and slammed back in, losing himself in a hard, fast rhythm. He couldn’t remember a time he’d been that worked up with any of his visitors. Having Jamie watching them, seeing Jamie fuck his own hand and not caring that their visitors could see him, and the scene Knox had set up had him nearly coming right then and there.
Ronan held off but only just. He pounded into her, nearly bending her in half as he leaned against her and Knox. Her moans were a beautiful thing to hear, but then Knox began whispering, just loud enough for everyone to hear, “That’s i
t. You’re doing so good for Daddy. Look at you, taking such a big cock.”
Knox reached down and started touching her just where she wanted to be touched. “Kitty is so hungry for it. Always needing a cock to fill her up and come deep inside. That’s how I got you pregnant, isn’t it? You gonna carry Daddy’s baby?”
“Oh, god, yes. Yes!”
She came hard and fast as Ronan watched. Screaming for her daddy one final time. Watching her, listening to them both, and glancing over at Jamie tipped Ronan over. His hips lost their rhythm as he watched Jamie break the rules as he came all over the floor, groaning. Ronan’s eyes rolled back into his head, and he grunted with each spurt as he shot deep inside of her, filling her up. Just like she’d begged for.
He was breathing so hard and heavy, he barely heard Knox murmuring to her reassuringly but tuned in to see her gaze meet his. “Don’t pull out, Dr. Kincaid. Please.”
Knox gazed at him, a smile on his face, happy the scene had gone so well, Ronan was sure. “She likes it when she’s locked up tight, come held in with a plug.”
Knox dug into his pocket and pulled out a plug, handing it to Ronan. Ronan gave two more deep thrusts as Callie’s body squeezed every last drop he had out of his spent dick. Pulling out slowly, he caught a small drop of come with the tip and pressed it back in. Easing out again, he replaced his cock with the plug and nearly stumbled back, leaning against the counter as his heaving breaths finally started to slow down. His ass was still covered by the scrubs, but his cock and balls hung out of them, drying in the air of the room.
When he finally got ahold of himself, he glanced over at Jamie and smirked at his guilty look. “You’ve been a bad, bad boy. You’ll be punished later tonight for coming without permission. And I can’t. Fucking. Wait.”
JAMIE
Jamie heard the loud bang of his roommate coming home a moment before he heard a crash and something breaking, followed by, “Oops.”
He jumped off his bed, tossing his food into his trash bin, and rushed out to see what Andy had broken this time. When he walked into the room, Andy was standing by the coffee table with his hands full of bags and the fancy plate thing his parents had bought him last Christmas was lying broken at his feet.
“I knew you didn’t like that thing,” Jamie joked as he walked over to Andy.
“That’s not true. I’d have to know what it is—was—to care one way or the other. Now I have to explain to my mother how it got broken.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s self-explanatory to her by now. Come on. Back up so I can clean it up and you don’t end up stepping on any sharp pieces and bleeding all over the place like you did last time.”
Andy sat down, putting his feet up on the couch, bags still in his hands—one being a rather large nylon tote that Jamie had never seen before. Jamie picked up the big pieces before getting the broom from the pantry and sweeping the rest up, allowing Andy to finally get up without injury.
“What’s in the bags?”
“Hmm? Oh, I went to the art supply store after school,” Andy replied distractedly as he walked toward the small dining room.
“Why does it seem like you’re always spending money on art supplies? Are these at least for you and not your students?”
Andy set all the bags on the table and started to unload them. “Because I am always spending money on art supplies. I love the smell of the art store.” Andy always sounded so wistful when he talked about anything to do with art, mostly painting. Jamie loved the look on Andy’s face though. A look nothing else in his life gave him. But Jamie fully admitted to not understanding how painting affected Andy that way.
“Yes, you’ve told me that.” Jamie chuckled. “I already ate dinner, so this is me reminding you to eat and not just grade your students work all night.”
“Oh, I got food,” Andy said as he emptied one of the plastic bags on the table and held up a few candy bars, a small bag of chips, and a few small boxes of cereal.
“That’s…food all right.”
“I got it at the art supply store. They had it in the discount bin.”
“Seriously!? How do you have any energy to stay up all night when you’re eating shit like that? Let me make you some food, Andy.”
“No, no it’s fine. I’ll get an apple or something later.”
Jamie knew that would never happen. Much like everything in Andy’s life, he always forgot that things like eating and sleeping were requirements. Sometimes Jamie thought he needed a mom to take care of him, but Andy’s own mother wasn’t a good choice. She, although lovely, thought throwing money at him was being a good mom.
“Make sure you d—” Jamie stopped. For a moment he wasn’t sure what he was seeing was right. Andy had opened the unfamiliar nylon bag and…pulled out a cat. Andy placed the cat on the table, next to the food he’d just pulled out, and then continued removing the other art supplies from the numerous bags that littered the table.
“Andy?”
The cat hadn’t moved from the table. It sat staring up at Andy, watching his every move, much like Jamie was doing.
“Andy?”
Jamie watched as Andy pushed the plastic bags—now empty of their contents and strewn across the table—onto the floor. The cat followed them down, quickly attacking each one as though they were the intruders and not the cat.
“Yeah?” Andy replied, but his focus was clearly on the various items he was sorting into piles.
“Are you aware you brought home a cat in those bags?” Jamie watched as the cat continued to run around their feet.
“Hmmm?” Typical Andy, not listening during important moments.
“Andy, man. The cat?”
“He’s fine.”
“Are you listening to me?”
More sorting and no reply, of course. “Do you plan on keeping him?”
“Mmhmm.”
Jamie wasn’t sure if he should laugh, because it really was a rather Andy-like thing for him to do, or growl in frustration because…it really was a rather Andy-like thing for him to do. Going for the former, Jamie smiled and asked, “Did you get food or litter for it?”
Andy never stopped what he was doing or even looked at Jamie.
“Andy, they need food and a place to do their business,” Jamie replied, making a mental note to go borrow some litter and cat food from their downstairs neighbor before he left for the weekend. Apparently, he was talking to himself. “Okay, well, I guess I can just go finish packing my bag to stay at Ronan’s. I’m spending the next two nights at his place, and I’ll be back after work Monday.”
Andy nodded as he picked up the cat, then asked, “How’s that going anyway?”
“It’s really good. It’s like I…I don’t know. Ronan’s a complex guy with layers, and he’s so much better than most of the guys I’ve ever dated because he knows what he wants, and he goes after it. The kink is…I don’t know. It’s good and bad and confusing but watching him fuck other people…” Jamie couldn’t find the words to describe it. He was still coming to grips that this was his kink, the thing that turned him on. It’d been several weeks since it had all started, but Jamie kept coming back to the fact that he’d never had an inkling before that voyeurism was a thing he’d love so damn much…or at all. But he didn’t want to stop. He loved it. He’d become more and more comfortable with the idea of his kink and even more in love with acting on it.
Andy was sitting on the chair opposite Jamie at the table, petting the cat in his lap and reading the back of some book he bought. “And?”
“I think there are things that would make the situation different. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I’m watching Ronan, my freaking boyfriend, fuck other people, and it’s…weird, but I’m sure it’ll just take some getting to use to.”
Jamie parked and walked the stone path that led to the front door of Ronan’s house. Every time he’d come, the view of the land and huge log cabin took his breath away. It was warm and felt like a home—maybe
a home that he could someday share with Ronan.
He could dream.
The house was set back on Ronan’s property, with a long driveway that weaved through the tall pine and oak trees. No one could see the house from the road. It was like their own world away from everything and everyone.
They often spent nights in at the cabin, and those were some of Jamie’s favorite times spent in Ronan’s company, outside of watching him work with patients he cared so much for.
A week ago, Ronan had decided that their date would be at the cabin. Jamie had spent the previous night at his own apartment with Andy because Ronan went to dinner with his best friend, Brad.
When Jamie had arrived that night at the house, Ronan had answered the door before he could ring the bell. What Jamie walked into was something magical.
The room glowed with a golden hue. Ronan had brightly lit candles on every surface that could safely hold them.
“Ronan,” Jamie whispered, blown away by the effort he’d put into a night at home. After looking his fill of the kitchen, through to the dining room and, beyond that, the family room, he turned back to see Ronan standing by the front door with a look Jamie couldn’t put words to. “This is… Wow, you went all out for a sure thing.” Jamie chuckled, feeling a little embarrassed that Ronan had done all this for him.
Ronan walked toward him, cupping Jamie’s cheeks in his hands. “You are not a sure thing, Jamie. You deserve to get romanced, to be shown all the decadence the world has to offer. I’m just the lucky guy who gets the privilege of showing you every day how special you are. And, if I’m fortunate enough, that luck will carry me for a long time to come.”
“Oh.”
