Hard Justice: The Asylum Fight Club Book 3

by Bianca Sommerland

  Both his lips between his teeth, Jamie looked up at Noah, uncertainty in his eyes. “May I ask you a question, sir?”

  “You may.”

  “Are all four because I was late and didn’t call?” Jamie hugged himself tight. “I shouldn’t have done that, but...you kept counting after.”

  “I did. I thought one would be enough. But you kept going, making it clear you didn’t think what you’d done was bad enough. This night was planned to be special for you, and instead I had to cut that short to punish you.” He shook his head and sighed. “Never assume because I don’t want to punish you, that I won’t. And if you’ve already gone too far, everything after will be more of the same.”

  “Oh…” Jamie squared his shoulders. Nodded. “I’m sorry, sir. And...I’ll do better.”

  “Yes. You will.” Noah pointed at a large pillar near the end of the room, which had been padded so it could be used as a built-in structure for bondage or whatever else was needed. “Brace your hands. Count for me.”

  Once Jamie was in position, Noah tapped his ass with the cane to prepare him. Then swung back and let it land across both cheeks. The thin red line was perfectly even. High enough that Jamie could sit and kneel with some comfort, but the ache would be a constant reminder. And the mark would last.

  “One, sir.”

  The next lined up right below the first.

  Jamie whimpered, pressing his forehead against the pillar. “Two, sir.”

  This time, Noah aimed higher. Jamie jerked before the cane hit him. The strike crossed over the top of the first one.

  Behind him, the door opened. He glanced over as Jared came to his side. Studied the marks for a moment, before giving him a firm nod. “He’s fine. You haven’t broken the skin.”

  Noah’s throat tightened. He wanted to comfort Jamie, but that would ruin the whole point of doing this. Jamie had stiffened a little at the sound of Jared’s voice, but he hadn’t moved. Hadn’t clenched his jaw. His tone was quiet. Accepting.

  Wanting it over with, Noah landed the last strike, below the other three.

  Jamie sucked in air. His voice broke. “Four, sir. I’m sorry. I won’t be late again. I’ll be good.”

  “Forgiven, my brave boy.” Noah pulled Jamie into his arms and kissed the top of his head. “Do you need to rest, or are you up for more?”

  Cheeks wet with tears, Jamie gaped at him. “With the cane? Sir, I…” He sniffed. Swallowed hard. “If it pleases you, sir.”

  Already on his way to the medical play area, Jared glanced back with a nod of approval. He set the bag he’d come in with—not his usual one—on the floor by the padded chair which had stirrups and armrests with velcro restraints. The seat folded down, leaving a sub completely bound and exposed in every way.

  “Oh…” Jamie’s step faltered as they approached. “Sir...may I take another look at my contract? I’m positive I said I wasn’t into having anything stuck in my dick. Or cut off. Or...or…”

  “We went over it together, little cat. I know.” Noah stroked his hand up and down Jamie’s bare back. He smiled when Jamie looked up at him, trust in his eyes. “I will respect your limits. Always. You said something today that drew my interest.”

  Tongue inching to the edge of his lips, Jamie tilted his head to one side. Then shook it and laughed. “The daddy thing? Not into breeding play. Checked it out online and it’s...interesting, but not my thing.”

  What kind of porn has he been watching?

  Maybe he should restrict what his boy looked up if it involved sex and things even he had no experience in. “Nothing like that.” Whatever that was. “You want to get your nipples pierced, but thought I’d want to be there. You were right. And I will.”

  “I…” Jamie brought his hand up to his throat, slipping his finger through the loop and tugging at it. “Sir?”

  “Doc has experience and I trust him more than some random stranger.” He moved behind Jamie as Jared pulled out a small, rolling metal table and began to wipe it down. Kissing up the length of Jamie’s neck, Noah spoke softly. “And I couldn’t do the things I plan to do to you in a tattoo parlor.”

  “Fu—Friday.” Jamie shuddered and shook his head. “I mean, I’m not saying Friday. Tonight is fine. I just...like my ass.”

  “Mhmm.” Noah chuckled, smoothing his hands gently over the marks he’d left on the soft, round curve. “As do I.”

  After laying all the tools he’d need on the table, now covered with a sterile blue pad, Jared turned to him and inclined his head. “Whenever you’re ready.”

  Breaths coming short and fast, Jamie stepped forward. “I’m ready, sir.”

  Jared gave him a warm look. “Good boy.” He patted the chair. “Up with you.”

  Climbing onto the chair, Jamie winced when his ass hit the smooth leather, but laid back without a word of protest, letting Jared take his wrists and restrain them to the armrests. His whole body relaxed to let Noah raise one thigh, then the other to the stirrups, pulling the straps over them tight enough so his boy would feel secure, but not so much as to cut off circulation.

  He stroked Jamie’s thighs as Jared swabbed both his nipples with alcohol. When Jamie closed his eyes, he reached down into Jared’s bag and pulled out the new bottle of lube he’d asked him to bring. Pouring a bit into his palm, he slicked two fingers, then brushed them over and around Jamie’s tight hole, easing one in as Jared placed the forceps over Jamie’s nipple. He penetrated Jamie with a second when Jared met his eyes, curving them both, then holding still as Jamie let out a soft moan.

  “Don’t move, boy.” Jared’s tone left no room for argument and Jamie held his breath, eyes pressed shut. Jared slid the curved needle through his flesh. “Very nice.” He picked up the round nipple ring and eased it into the small hole he’d made as he withdrew the needle. “Perfect.”

  A tiny barbell to close the loop and Jared lifted his gloved hand, rolling the piercing lightly with the tip of his finger.

  “This shouldn’t feel good.” Jamie clenched around Noah’s fingers, his voice showing how deep he’d slipped into subspace already. “Oh God...I’m going to come.”

  Noah withdrew his fingers and shook his head. “No, you’re not. But I’ll make it easy tonight.” He plucked a thick leather cockring from Doc’s bag and rose, clipping it around the base of Jamie’s dick, under his balls. “Say thank you, little cat.”

  “Thank you, sir.” Jamie squeezed his eyes shut tight as Noah filled him with three fingers at the exact same time as Jared clamped his other nipple. “If I move by accident, will I lose my whole nipple?”

  Jared laughed at that. “I could be mean and let you believe that but try to move. See how far you get.”

  Tipping his head toward Jared, eyes still closed, Jamie wiggled. His upper body didn’t budge and his lower body he could only manage to lift his hips a millimeter or so. “This is…”

  “Risk aware. As in I’m very aware of the risks and know how to avoid them.” Jared tapped Jamie’s pierced nipple, drawing a sharp cry from his lips. “But you will be still because it’s been asked of you, not because you’ve been given no choice. Don’t make me regret agreeing to take part.”

  Jamie opened his eyes and gave Jared a grateful smile. “I won’t. I’m glad you did. And...that you don’t hate me anymore.”

  With a snort, Jared leaned forward and pressed his lips to the edge of Jamie’s. “You weren’t worth hating before. Now you’re worth more. You’re welcome.”

  This was the most affection Noah had seen Jared give anyone—even his favorite subs—in all the time he’d known and played with him. He couldn’t recall a single one he’d fucked. And he hadn’t considered offering Jamie in that way. Not because he was opposed to the idea, but it was an unspoken line he wouldn’t cross with the man. If he’d wanted more, he would have asked. Jared was a private man and that was all there was to it.

  He’d given Jamie the gift of his teaching, of his time and attention, and Noah had a feeling Jamie un
derstood how much that meant.

  The needle went in, slower this time, Jared’s gaze locked on Jamie’s face. Jamie’s mouth opened and his muscles tensed. Everything within Jamie clung to Noah and he drew his fingers out, in, working with every reaction until Jamie was gasping. Trembling with need.

  After the second ring was secure, he slipped his fingers out and undid his jeans, palming his hard dick and guiding it into his boy. He held Jared’s gaze as he slammed in. Pulled out and entered his boy again with two fingers so there was no relief on that tender spot deep within.

  Jared’s eyes darkened. He pulled off his gloves and came to Noah’s side, a hand on his shoulder. “One day. Maybe.” His lips curved as he reached out and brushed his fingers over the stark marks on Jamie’s ass. “Let me look at those after. Aside from that one slip, I couldn’t have done better myself. But he’ll be feeling that for a while.”

  “Good.” Noah slid in deep until Jared’s hand brushed his own pelvis. He wouldn’t press, but he couldn’t help tempt the man. “Are you sure?”

  Lips curving, Jared brushed his fingers over Noah’s skin before lowering his hand. “I am. But if you need anything else pierced, let me know.”

  Noah nodded and watched the man as he collected his things and moved silently to the door, closing it without a sound behind him. Jared wasn’t a man anyone could figure out, as much as he’d tried. He’d noticed the man observing Wren from a distance, but he hadn’t made a single move. He’d blamed Jamie for Wren’s punishment, but it was almost as though he’d decided to protect the vulnerable submissive but keep his distance.

  And Wren...well there was no way to ignore the way the sub reacted whenever Jared stepped into a room. The way his gaze shifted, the longing in his eyes. What he saw, Noah couldn’t be sure, but he did know Wren was too soft for the Sadist. His pure submission would be appealing to Jared, but his tastes went beyond what most could endure. Jamie had, because he was dedicated to being enough for Noah.

  And he was. He was everything Noah could possibly have imagined his perfect sub to be. Enough of a challenge to keep things interesting. Needing everything Noah could offer.

  Curving his wrist, he put more pressure on Jamie’s prostate while unclipping the cock ring. He fucked into Jamie harder, spreading his fingers, opening him to receive every hard thrust. He came with a shout, but Jamie’s cries rose over his and he drove in deep, pressing into his boy as wave after wave of pleasure pulled him under, rocking his whole foundation and leaving the body under his, holding him tight, as the only solid thing he’d ever need.

  He came back to himself and used the edge of the stirrups to push to his feet. Slipped out of Jamie’s shuddering body and brushed his hand down the center of his little cat’s chest until he settled. He used the wipes Jared had left behind on them both, then undid the restraints. Lifted Jamie into his arms, holding him close as he left the dungeon, not caring who might see them.

  No one did. He made it into their loft, to their room, and lowered Jamie to their bed. Bowed his head to claim his boy’s lips, determined to show him how what he’d given tonight proved that, no matter how often he tugged on his restraints, how often he needed to make sure they were there, that what was between them would last.

  It was real.

  He laid on his bed, his arms around his boy.

  It will always be real.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  This might be my worst idea ever… Or my best.

  Fingers caressing the tie at his neck, Jamie met Lawson’s eyes in the bathroom mirror. “What if—”

  “Sh.” The Dom brushed his hands away to finish tying the shiny silver tie before straightening his own white bow tie. “I know the man. It’s fine.”

  Nodding, he tried to calm his galloping heart. “Can I have a few minutes?”

  Lips slanting, Lawson cupped his cheek and brushed a kiss over his forehead. “Come downstairs when you’re ready, boy.”

  A few short miles away, Noah, the press, the Mayor of Anniston Falls, members of The Asylum, the community, Tracey, and a whole bunch of teens waited for him to open the Anniston Falls Youth Performing and Visual Arts Center. It would be his first public appearance in over a year. For that reason alone his stomach rolled dangerously. He paced into the bedroom and back, leaned on the counter to stare at himself in the mirror. Kohl lined his eyes. His hair stood in the soft white tufts Noah loved, his face very much the same as over a year and a half ago when he’d landed on the man’s front doorstep and crashed into his life.

  His lips quirked when Little Dommy—L.D.—jumped on the counter to headbutt his shoulder. “Hey, puss. What do you think? Good decision? Bad decision?”

  Purring, the cat batted at his eyeliner pencil and watched it roll off the counter onto the floor.

  He chuckled, scritching between soft white ears. “That your final answer?”

  L.D. pushed the lip gloss to the edge and Jamie caught it, laughing. “Okay, okay. I get it. Gravity works.”

  In the bedroom, he raked his hands through his hair, mentally going over everything he’d accomplished with Reed, Lawson, Tracey, and Curtis. With Lawson as their general contractor, Curtis and Tracey had helped him restore the derelict property into a state-of-the-art facility. One year—and most of his fortune—later, he’d achieved everything he’d set out to do. The cathedral had been remade, the performance space a glory of restored stained glass and marble with a floor-to-ceiling window that looked out over lush public gardens and a fountain worthy of a palace. He’d renewed the green and bandstand across the street for summertime concerts. The rectory held classrooms and offices, as well as little apartments for their Artists in Residence, the singers, dancers, sculptors, and painters who would earn a salary from teaching, as well as have access to the equipment and space.

  Reed had taken on the work of forming a board and handling the applications and scholarships. The incoming students would start next week, and it was really happening. Everything he’d hoped and planned for was coming true.

  Around him, the bedroom was hushed. Wren had made the bed that morning after he and Noah had awakened and enjoyed a breakfast the sub had brought in on a silver tray with one red rose in a crystal vase. Noah had smiled appreciatively and ruffled Wren’s hair, making that cute-as-fuck dimple pop to life.

  Jamie had cut his gaze to Wren as he’d left, admiring the dark slacks he’d taken to wearing lately, along with a white shirt, whenever he worked around the loft. Somehow, he managed to keep the clothing spotless, always.

  “Do you think…” He started, then shook his head. Wren was his friend, it’d be weird to tap that.

  Noah looked over the paper that Wren had brought in along with the tray. “What is it, little cat?”

  Jamie slipped down against the pillows and rolled his head to gaze up at Noah. “You never did let me watch you fuck Lawson.”

  Eyes darkening, Noah folded down the top of the paper. “That’s one.”

  With a lopsided grin, Jamie let his sassy side show. “You can’t punish me. You asked me a question and I answered honestly.”

  Paper rolled up, Noah tapped him on the top of the head. “Two.”

  Licking his lips, Jamie ignored the warning and stretched his hands over his head to grab the headboard, arching to show off his nipple rings as he let out a sensual groan. “Feels so good to be naked in bed with you after spending so much time working.”

  “Mhm.” Coffee cup to his lips, Noah spoke over the rim. “As soon as I’m finished with my coffee, I’m going to let you use that mouth of yours to apologize.”

  Thirty glorious minutes later, he crawled up Noah’s front, cat-like, and grinned, kissing him with the taste of him still on his tongue. “I love you.”

  Eyes shining, Noah cupped both sides of his face and kissed him back. “And I love you.”

  Jamie pulled away, sobering. There was something he needed Noah to know before this afternoon. Except he didn’t know how to say it. He let his worry show o
n his face, knowing what Noah would say.

  “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

  Smiling softly, he sat back on his heels. Noah always gave him what he needed. He wanted to give that back. “I wanted to, respectfully, request that you understand I’m looking forward to watching you with other...men...subs...Doms…”

  Noah inhaled, his gaze growing heavy. “Is that so?”

  Poking the side of his mouth with his tongue, Jamie nodded. “I’ve heard about your, um, experiences with Lawson and Curtis, and to be honest, sir, I feel like it’s a part of you I don’t know. And—” He lifted his gaze, meeting Noah’s thoughtful smile. “I want to know all of you.”

  Leaning forward, Noah brushed his thumb over Jamie’s lip, following the gesture with his kiss. “Thank you, little cat. I would like to—” One side of his mouth kicked up. “—share that with you. And share you with them. Very much.”

  The door to the bedroom opened, Wren popping his head in. His white tux matched Lawson’s, but where the Dom was Rat Pack Reloaded, Wren was new Hollywood glam.

  Dimple popping to life, Wren smiled, fingers going to the place under his shirt where Jamie knew the string rested against his throat. “Ready?”

  Jamie nodded. “Showtime.”

  He’d prepped for this for...forever. Had wanted it ever since he’d landed in this world.

  With Noah.

  Lawson was waiting down in the bar with Doc when he and Wren clattered down the stairs. Doc nodded once at Jamie, his gaze drifting to Wren, who hung back, gaze lowered.

  “Curtis is there already. He’ll make sure everything is set up.” Doc reassured him, his tux setting off his salt and pepper hair.

  Smiling his thanks, Jamie preceded the Doms and Wren outside. Wren joined him in the Bugatti, which he hadn’t sold yet, if only because Ezran had said it was ‘too sick’ to lose when he’d been home for the summer and interning with the architectural firm Jamie had hired. Any in with the guy was good with him. Doc and Lawson took the hearse for the short drive to the cathedral, leaving the gates before him and Wren.