by Sara Brookes
Safety first.
Boyce reached into his pocket. As he drew out a handful of clips, the sprite whimpered. “Courtesy of Kochran.” He plucked two of the metal items from the pile before tossing the rest toward Saint. “Since she’s on restriction, we should educate her accordingly.”
“Works for me.” Saint jiggled the clips, deep in thought.
Boyce returned to the head of the table to give Saint some time to formulate a plan on where he wanted to take the scene, as Saint was the lead this time around. Boyce would co-Dom for the night, picking up any slack where guidance was needed.
Which suited Boyce just fine. They’d been together long enough that most of the time, once they both dropped into the zone, Boyce could read even the smallest nuance and anticipate Saint’s every move. They worked well together, which was probably the reason Kochran had enlisted their assistance.
“Please don’t clamp me. Please. It will hurt.” Asha’s hair fanned out against the deep purple covering on the bondage table as she shook her head. Panic had drawn her slender eyebrows together and dilated her pupils.
Boyce loved seeing this kind of reaction. Loved watching a submissive struggle and beg. It meant he was doing his duty as a Dom. Fear—even controlled fear—was an excellent aphrodisiac.
“That’s the general idea of punishment, sprite.”
While she continued to whimper softly, Boyce turned his focus to her chest. She needed a distraction of some kind while Saint continued prepping. Leaning closer, Boyce ringed one of her nipples, enjoying the way the pink bud hardened under his tongue. A gentle squeeze had her arching off the table.
Yeah. The little sprite enjoyed pain way more than she let on. Not that Boyce doubted Kochran’s word. The owner always knew exactly what was going on at any time in his club. Like he instinctively recognized each of his members’ wants and desires.
Freakishly so sometimes.
As Boyce continued circling, teasing and nipping, a fine sheen of sweat coated Asha’s tanned skin. When he tightened the clamp around one of her erect nipples, her eyes glazed over, her mind taking her to a place where pain and pleasure were almost indistinguishable.
Too bad he’d given Saint the extra clips. Her dusky nipples looked pretty clamped, the tips of the metal fasteners trembling as he tied a thin string around an open loop on one end and secured them to the clips at her wrists. Though he admired the way her breathing tugged and pulled on the string, he thought about an artful circular pattern ringing her entire breast. Giving her that pain she claimed not to care for.
Too late. Saint had beaten him to the punch in a similar industrious fashion by taking the handful of clips and lining them in a neat vertical row, pinching her pussy lips together. Effectively locking her in chastity. Saint pulled her ass to the edge of the table and positioned her so he could use the entrance he hadn’t blocked.
“Inventive.”
“Just being resourceful.” Saint retrieved a tube from his bag and slicked her with lubricant.
Boyce didn’t distract her this time, but watched her body and mannerisms with a keen eye as Saint brushed the dildo against her anus. Her breathing was steady, if a bit ragged. Her color had brightened as her arousal level grew. She kept licking her lips, as though she was preparing to say something, but each time, Saint would dip the toy into her opening.
The man was no fool. He was keyed in enough on her, on the scene, that he didn’t even need to hear verbal protests to know when to push her. Saint’s method of solving her problems was going to be barreling over her defenses to wiggle his way under her skin.
Boyce had seen it often, experienced it firsthand even more. And loved it each and every time, whether he was on the receiving end or not. His pride, and love, for Saint swelled, even though he didn’t think it possible. The man continued to surprise him each day they were together.
As Saint slid the dildo in and out a few times, Asha unleashed a long, low wail followed by an inventive string of curses. There was the mouthy submissive they’d been tasked to discipline.
Boyce bit his lip to keep from grinning. She had a flair for the melodramatic, no doubt about that. Some Doms got off on that behavior. Some didn’t. Asha needed to learn there was a time and a place.
Boyce caught the ball gag Saint tossed him. “Muffle her.”
Chapter Two
“Not tonight, buddy. At least not with that. I have something a little more substantial in mind.” Boyce dropped the gag into his bag and pulled out a condom. He wiggled the foil packet as he worked open his fly, and Saint nodded, the side of his mouth lifting in approval.
Though Asha was shaking her head, her intent gaze stayed focused on Boyce’s crotch as he pulled himself free and wrapped his hand around the base. Her interest was perceptible. But she was definitely fighting. As though she didn’t want to want it.
Tricky thing, submission. Making little-known desires bubble to the surface.
“Stubborn, sprite.” Boyce paused, watching her intently for a few seconds. “Fighting and struggling against the inevitable.”
She bit her plump lower lip, her gaze locked on his dick as he made a show of rolling the condom in place. His hand was a poor substitute for the warmth of her mouth, but he’d be there soon enough.
“Open up, honey.” When she complied, he brushed the head of his cock against her lips.
He pushed forward slightly, stopping when her mouth surrounded the broad head. She sucked him in, swiping her tongue against him. He fed her his cock an inch at a time until he felt resistance against the back of her throat. Though she increased the suction, trying to pull him in, he prevented her by clutching the back of her head and yanking her mouth away. He tightened his grip until she whimpered and began squirming. But he didn’t release. Instead he continued to hold her head firmly in place as he swept his cock over her parted lips. Back and forth, dragging the wetness she’d slicked over him against her trembling mouth.
“You don’t get to decide when to suck. My dick is in your mouth for my pleasure. You’re serving me. Not the other way around. As pretty as you are, sprite, you need to learn that you still don’t get to top from the bottom. My pace. My control.”
When she whimpered again, the vibrations wrapped around the base of his dick and threaded up his spine. She was going to be a joy once things really ramped up.
“But they do get their bottoms topped.” Saint flipped the lever on the small remote in his hand, and the shaft of the machine inched forward. As the dildo pushed into her, she squirmed against the table.
“Easy, sprite.” To keep her preoccupied, Boyce drew his hips back and then forward gradually, using the momentum to thrust in and out of her mouth. “Show me how appreciative you are for the feast I’m granting you.”
She went lax in her bindings, groaning around him again as she began to suck him in earnest. Boyce watched the toy slowly push inside her, keeping careful watch even though he knew Saint was doing the same. Her breathing increased as more of the toy disappeared inside her. Boyce adjusted to ensure she got the necessary air.
Her hands clenched into fists as the entire length of the toy pushed inside her. Saint flipped off the machine, allowing her to accept being opened so wide. She took it like a champ, her lower body trembling as pleasure and endorphins swamped her muscles. The feel of the latex did nothing to dull the sensation of contact against Boyce’s dick. In fact, it seemed to enhance it.
A soft whine sounded as Saint flipped the on switch. When the machine started a pattern of thrusts, Boyce began moving again. As she relaxed, Boyce was able to push past her gag reflex. With a soft groan, he slipped into her throat. Her sweet mouth, sucking his cock in earnest, accepted his length over and over.
Asha made a needful noise that caused Boyce to smile. There was no place finer than being cradled in a woman’s mouth.
A wonderful pull surrounded the base of his dick. And it had nothing to do with the little sprite’s skills. The only thing that would make this moment truly mind-blowing—both for him and Asha—was for Saint to get his ass to the other side of the table and join them. Boyce wasn’t looking for a quick session tonight. Wasn’t looking for the quicksilver punch of release to take him over.
Asha came first—literally so, in this case. Several times over, since he was determined to give her pleasure as well as punishment. But the change of plans hadn’t deterred Boyce’s need to have Saint balls-deep in his ass tonight.
Seconds later, a gentle touch stroked across his back. A flutter passed through his stomach as he looked up to find Saint standing beside him. As Boyce’s cock thickened with a rush of pleasure, he hooked his hand around Saint’s neck and tugged him closer. “Come here.”
Their mouths met, a tangle of tongues as they kissed. The fire smoldering in Boyce’s gut burst forth, sparking passionate arousal. Asha groaned, her throat opening to take more of him, and he slipped impossibly deeper.
Boyce broke the kiss, smiling against Saint’s lips. “I think she likes watching us.”
“I like watching her. And you.” Saint touched her hair, slowly combing his fingers through the golden strands before cradling the back of her head. He followed her movements as Boyce’s dick disappeared inside her mouth. “Though, as much as it pains me to admit, I’m a bit jealous.”
“More than enough of me to share.”
“Indeed there is.” Saint adjusted the stroke rate of the machine before he crouched and brought his face level with Asha. “Doesn’t he taste good? All that raw, potent masculinity of his saturating your senses?”
Asha groaned, accepting each driving thrust as Boyce fucked her mouth.
“Too bad your hands are bound. He’s wonderfully receptive to having his testicles fondled while he’s getting head. He gets this wild look in his eyes when you manage to find the perfect sweet spot that keeps him right on the edge of exploding. Someday I want to make him come just sucking on his balls.”
“If I’d known you were going to write a book while you were down there, I would have worn a cock ring.”
“You still can.” Saint’s eyes flashed as he gazed up the line of Boyce’s body. He flicked out his tongue, licking the skin where the imaginary ring would sit at the base of Boyce’s dick.
“Fuck that.” White spots danced in Boyce’s vision as Saint licked from root to tip. “Good goddamn.”
“Boyce may teach you a few new inventive swears we’ll just have to tame out of you tonight, Asha.” Saint dipped lower, wrapping his lips around one testicle. The sight, and feel, of two mouths sucking and worshipping him pushed at Boyce’s sanity. Made him feel as though their tongues were licking, sucking and teasing every nerve ending he possessed. Boyce barreled headlong toward the abyss, knowing at any second, he would have to curtail his control. But for now, he enjoyed the rocket speed at which he streaked along.
Asha’s jaw tightened, the edge of her teeth sinking into the steel of Boyce’s erection. He jerked out of her mouth seconds before she released a high, keening wail. “She’s blowing.”
Saint glanced over, watching as her back arched off the table, her muscles tight throughout her entire body before looking back up to Boyce. “Well then, guess you’re all mine for the moment.”
With a wickedly sly grin, Saint swallowed Boyce’s cock in one move, his nose brushing through the fine blond hair dotting Boyce’s abdomen. Unlike Asha’s tentative swallows, Saint sucked on Boyce with skilled enthusiasm.
There wasn’t anything cautious about Saint’s movements. There never was. Saint always knew exactly what he wanted, and took it without apology. That brazen attitude was one of the things Boyce adored so much about his longtime lover. Time hadn’t eroded their attraction or their love for one another. If anything, each passing year only strengthened his feelings for Saint.
“Don’t get too lost, babe.”
In response to the sweet, husky statement, Boyce’s cock flooded with delicious rigidity. The words mainlined straight to the base of his shaft as Saint swallowed him over and over, feeding the need Boyce had to have Saint deep inside him.
Boyce wasn’t lost. Much. He’d spent years perfecting his control, much to both his and Saint’s delight. Though he’d never have the level of utter restraint Saint possessed. Sometimes it seemed as though the man could go for hours and hours. Right now, Boyce was in the lovely pleasurable headspace where everything felt so damn good.
A feeling he wasn’t looking to end anytime soon.
“Christ, you’re a fucking temptation.” Saint pumped Boyce’s shaft harder as the sweet essence of Asha’s arousal saturated the charged air. “Forgot how much I like fucking your mouth. Making a sweet sub watch while you take me down your throat. Seeing her get off on the way you look with my cock between your lips. Smelling her arousal. Knowing her pussy is getting all flushed and dark. Wet.”
Boyce’s large frame trembled as the desperate hunger for both Saint and Asha started to consume him. Saint wrapped his hands around Boyce’s hips, a shudder rocking through Boyce as Saint shoved his cock deep into his throat and paused.
Boyce’s breath started to clog his throat, knowing what was about to come. “Fuck, yes. Take all of me, babe.”
Saint worked his throat muscles around the shaft, milking and stroking the veins pulsing under the surface of Boyce’s skin. White-hot fire streaked a path through Boyce. He hung in that place of unfathomable pleasure, suspended in a haze he never wanted to end.
Perfection.
Asha screamed as she came again.
Sweet, utter perfection.
Mouth still working over Boyce, Saint hit the controls and sped up the machine. Asha groaned, but accepted the change. Saint replaced his mouth with his hand, and Boyce stared down at him, his sight foggy as he tried to tamp down on the release demanding to be freed. Saint was deliberately goading him into giving up his orgasm. Edging him closer and closer to the maelstrom swirling inside him.
They studied one another, Saint holding Boyce’s gaze for long moments while he slowly pumped his hand up and down. Added a twist on each downstroke. Licked his lips in anticipation as he brought his hand up and over the head, looking so damn eager to take another taste. While he swiped his thumb against the tip, Saint’s unguarded perusal of Boyce’s dick only made Boyce stiffer. Made his deepest desires more pronounced.
Boyce’s love for Saint flourished with each passing second. Boyce cherished these moments during a scene. When they connected on a deeper level. When everything between them became a tangible force Boyce could feel flowing through his veins.
“God help me.” Boyce could barely breathe as the words tumbled forth.
“There’s no help for the wicked, babe.” Saint stared, his gaze boring a hole through Boyce, straight to his heart. As Saint’s breath ghosted over his flesh, Boyce felt need as potent as the highest-grade alcohol streak through his veins. A thousand race cars barreled toward him at unimaginable speed, dragging him further down into the madness that had Saint’s name stamped all over it.
Asha’s whimper pierced the roaring in his ears. One side of Saint’s mouth quirked up. “Someone’s hungry again.”
He fed Boyce’s cock to Asha, watching with rapt interest. Heat arced between the three, lashing out at the way they restrained themselves from the havoc contained within the visceral connection.
Boyce settled into the position, sighing. “Feels so fucking good...you. Her. Us.”
Saint rose, pressing his lips against Boyce’s shoulder. “Looks damn spectacular too.” He dug his fingers into Boyce’s ass, taking over control of the driving strokes into Asha’s willing mouth.
The man was a fucking god.
“Want you so much. Inside me. While I fuck her.” Boyce was quickly losing the ability to form coherent speech in more than short bursts. The power of the moment had overtaken him. Caught up, he’d relinquished his role in the scene to Saint, allowing his lover to completely wield command over both Boyce and Asha.
Amazing how easily Saint had accepted those reins. Boyce had stopped wondering long ago how they managed to flow so effortlessly between the dominant and submissive roles. There were some things in life that were just better off unanswered.
Nothing, no one, slipped Boyce’s control more than Saint.
“I’ll be inside you soon enough. We’re just getting started here.” Saint clenched his fingers tight as he took complete control of the scene. “Let me see it, Boyce, first. Let me see you blow down her throat.”
Something flashed on the other side of the room, followed by a concussive shockwave of noise. The strobe of light flickered bright behind Boyce’s eyes. The vibrations slithered up Boyce’s spine, firing a synapse in his brain and triggering a memory.
One he thought he’d buried deep.
The memory burst forth in a chaotic buzz that swept over him and sank him deep. Fast. Clawing at him. Eating away everything that was good and pure. Taking away his choice. His control.
No. No.
Despite his wishes, the memory burrowed deeper and unleashed its wrath.
Noble House vanished.
He was outside. The air around him hot and dark. Dusty. Fire lit the pitch-black sky, and flashes of rocket hits exploded all around him.
Rockets. Fuck. Not good.
Boyce knew he needed to move. But he was sweaty and itchy. Tired. So tired. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten a good night’s sleep since he’d come to this godforsaken desert. When he was even able to close his eyes because some nightmare had reached out and punched him in the face. He’d been on this patrol for three years already. Three long years filled with so much death and desolation. And it wasn’t getting any easier.
