I rose over King and pressed the head of my cock between his ass cheeks, pushing forward, watching him smile as I opened him up, steadily working my way inside.
“Fuck…like that, Boss. Just like that.”
As I pushed into King, Ryan did the same with two fingers inside me, kissing and nibbling against my neck.
“You gonna be ready to take Hole’s fat cock?” Ryan asked me.
“Yes.” But mainly because I knew it would open me up for Ryan’s dick.
I thrust within King, with each push working a little farther inside.
Ryan finally pulled his fingers out of me, rubbing my ass gently as Hole moved behind me and slid his cock inside me.
I glanced over my shoulder, noticing Ryan glaring at Hole as though still angry about Hole’s first misstep when he’d topped me—far less forgiving about it than I had been. Hole had shown me over time that I could trust him, though. And he was good this time, just as he had been other times. He let me adjust to his size as I buried my shaft in King, allowing him to fill me up until we could both work in sync.
It was nice to have a reminder that while King needed his violent tussles, there were fun times like these where everything was okay. It allowed me to let my guard down and go with it. Yes, I had to figure out if the worst part of being with this crew was something I could manage, but for now, I could cherish the fantasy. Let it be just that.
While we worked together, King ordered Ryan to fuck One, so One positioned himself against one of the vertical rods beside me, gripping it as Ryan readied him and worked his way inside him while Hole did the same with me.
One and Hole leaned into each other, kissing, acting as an obstacle between Ryan and me. Probably for the best, since King needed my attention.
By that time, Hole was in me good, and we were able to work in unison. I leaned down and kissed King, who bit and nipped at my lips.
“Harder!” he demanded, his hot breath rushing against my cheeks.
To fuck him harder meant I had to take more of Hole, but I sucked it up and did what I had to do, enduring a bit of a sting as I plowed into King’s hole, working to satisfy our needy royal hole’s desires.
Just when I was finally getting into the rhythm, King called for us to switch out with Hole inside him.
Then One.
It was as if he was trying to taunt Ryan by making him last. Although, it gave him and me a chance to enjoy each other because he wanted me to fuck him good.
And I did just that. I fucked Ryan as he sucked on King’s cock, and while I worked Ryan up, Hole fucked One, who was fucking King.
We all glistened with the sweat we’d worked up throughout our first experiment with our new toy. King’s bangs clung to his forehead as a bead of sweat rushed between his eyebrows. Gold Trojan wrappers and used condoms were strewn about the floor around us, having been changed out at various stages during our play to accommodate the transfer of partners and occasional breaks.
I pulled Ryan’s ass cheeks apart, working to bury deeper into him. I needed to slow down. I was too close to coming.
The sound of a chuckle fought its way through the scattered pants that echoed around the basement.
“Boss will come if we don’t slow down, guys,” King said, still chuckling like he was laughing at me. “Stop, Boss. You can’t come just yet.”
I obeyed, though my balls constricted like all they wanted was for me to blow my load while I was inside Ryan.
“Two, you get your turn now,” King said.
“Can I fuck him while he’s in you?” I asked.
“Can you fuck who while he’s in me?” King asked, testing in his tone, as though he wanted me to use Ryan’s nickname, something I didn’t enjoy using anymore.
He wasn’t Stupid Two. He wasn’t stupid at all. Or Number Two when it came to anything, particularly when it came to me.
He was Ryan.
But as always, I knew that to play this game, I had to play by King’s rules.
“Can I fuck Two while he’s in you?”
“I insist,” King said, glowing at my obedience.
Ryan’s mouth made a popping sound, and King’s cock fell from his mouth. “Greedy for my hole?”
I couldn’t deny, as I looked down at those beautiful globes in my hands, that I wanted them all to myself, especially while he was having his fun inside King.
So Ryan put on another condom as One offered up King’s ass to him.
One and Hole kissed, and Hole hoisted One up by his thighs, sliding back inside him, pushing him against the wall beside the sling. He didn’t have to take time to ready One’s hole since he’d already been fucked a good bit. Hole took what was his, thrusting like a goddamn animal as he and One bit at each other like fucking wild dogs.
While they got lost in each other, Ryan found it just as easy to get inside King, considering how much he’d been fucked that night already. Ryan took advantage of his chance, swinging King back and forth in the sling.
“Just like that,” King said, working with him as the chains around the seat rattled about wildly, the squeaking intensifying.
I was taking a moment, knowing I needed it to keep from blowing too soon.
But Ryan looked at me, urging me with a subtle shift of his head to get inside him, and I wasn’t about to disappoint him.
While he fucked King, I made my way back inside him.
God, it felt so good. The passion we all worked up. The pants and moans that echoed off the basement walls.
Once we were into it, King said, “Hit me, Two.”
I tensed up.
Hit him? I thought we were just having one of the fun sessions.
Ryan obeyed King’s command, striking him in the shoulder. But I could tell he was holding back quite a bit compared to the first time I’d witnessed them playing like that.
“Harder. And in my face.”
His fucking face?
As Ryan did as he was told and kept fucking him, I thought about the night I’d gone too far.
“You’re holding back. Fucking hit me, Two!”
Two grunted before going again.
He knocked King’s face to the side, but King turned back to him quickly. “Is this all you have for me tonight?”
I was just as surprised as King, considering the first time I’d seen the guys assault King had been so dramatic, scary even.
What was going on with Ryan?
His body tensed up. This wasn’t like him. Not at all.
I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close to me, slowing my movements within him. I wanted him to know I was there for him, for whatever he was grappling with.
“Fuck me and fucking hit me like a man, you motherfucking idiot!” King exclaimed. “Is this why your dad had to beat you? Because you were such a dumb fuck?”
As always, King knew how to push our buttons, and Ryan snarled, rearing his fist back and dropping it down like a fucking hammer, so that I had to witness King’s face snapping to the side so sharply I froze in place, fearing the harm that would come to him from such an intense blow.
“King?” Ryan asked, taking a moment, as if he wanted to check in to make sure King was all right.
I’d never heard Ryan so concerned when we were playing. But that wasn’t playing. He’d lost control too. Just as I had.
And seeing it from the perspective that Ryan must have had of me the other night, it was…terrifying.
“Finally,” King whispered. His eyes rolled back, and he grabbed his cock. “Now fuck me harder. Don’t you dare fucking hold back.”
As Ryan pressed on, I kept going too. I kissed the back of Ryan’s neck, stroking his abs softly. Unlike the other times, I could tell he hadn’t wanted to do that to King.
What was going on?
“Come in me like this, Two, go ahead,” King said. “Do it. But not you, Boss. Save it for me. Save it for fucking me.”
I struggled. “I’ve got to pull out.”
“No!” King ordered.
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“I really can’t hold it in.”
“Come, Two. Boss, just do it.”
We’d fucked around enough that I knew Ryan’s body, his movements, to the extent that it was impossible for me not to recognize that familiar thrust. Knowing he was spilling his load in the condom inside King, and being forced to obey, I shot into the condom within Ryan.
I tugged against his body, wanting to be there for him, hoping he was okay.
No, this isn’t right. None of this is right.
“Yes, fucking yes,” I whispered, as though trying to convince myself everything was okay, before offering a tender kiss against his back.
One and Hole growled together as they seemed to reach the same place as we had, still against the wall, seemingly not even having a moment for breaths between kisses.
Ryan leaned down, clearly exhausted by the good fuck we’d given King.
Although, I wanted to know what that fucked-up punching shit was about. Not why it happened, but why King had needed to press him so hard about it. And why Ryan had lost control.
I pulled out of Ryan’s ass when King said, “Stay like this, Two. Keep that cock wedged between my cheeks.”
Anger swelled within me as I watched Ryan keep his shaft inside King and take a kiss. I shook it off. There was nothing to be jealous of, I told myself.
“Two, tell me it was good,” King said. Ryan leaned back, revealing the blood that rushed from King’s nose. “Tell me you liked it.”
“I liked it so fucking much, Your Majesty. But you need a tissue.”
King reached back into the pouch behind him and grabbed a bag of wet wipes. He retrieved one and ran it across his face before resting the bag at his side.
“I liked it a lot,” Ryan said as he took the wipe and helped King. “I just… I don’t think…”
“Did you love it?” King interrupted, and the way he looked at Ryan confused me. “Did you?”
Ryan pulled farther back, his eyes widening, his bottom lip shaking as he seemed to be trying to think of something to say but couldn’t.
“Something wrong?” King asked, tossing the wipe on the floor with the discarded condoms.
“What are you doing?” Ryan asked.
“I care about King more than I think I even want to admit to myself,” King said, as though reciting something he’d memorized. “I think I’m falling for him. I could love him.”
Even under the dim lighting, I noticed Ryan blushing. “What did you—”
“Hole, that’s what it said, wasn’t it?” King asked, rolling his head back.
Ryan looked to Hole, who wore a guilty expression. “Did you fucking break into my place?”
“The other week, when he asked you for some free oil,” King said, “and you told him he could swing by, gave him the key code since you were at work. Hardly breaking and entering.”
Ryan closed his eyes and took a breath.
Those bastards! King was a fucking hypocrite for violating Ryan’s privacy while so closely guarding his own.
“I asked Hole to peruse your journal, yes,” King went on.
Ryan glanced at me, then back to King. “But that was…”
“Private, wasn’t it?” King asked. “What’s the rule?”
“Rule Three,” One piped up.
Disavow any feelings for the King.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
It didn’t take a mind reader to see the hurt all over Ryan’s expression. And even worse, knowing it was over King.
It made sense that he loved King. They had been doing this together for so long.
“Your Majesty,” Ryan began.
“Perhaps that’s why you couldn’t give me what I needed tonight,” King said through his teeth. “Now get out. Of my body, my house, my life. You’re exiled from my kingdom.”
Exiled? What a fucking joke!
His words were so cold, and seeing it go down, knowing this had all been some scheme he’d concocted far before this moment, disturbed the fuck out of me.
I should have known. King was calculated, not sloppy. He knew goddamn well what he’d done. He knew the night he purchased the sling exactly how this would play out.
Ryan looked at me like he wanted to explain, but King shouted, “Out!”
Ryan slid out of King and rushed to the door, stopping just long enough to glance back at me.
Defeat, hurt, pain.
I wanted to soothe him the same way I’d wanted to when King had pushed him too damn far. But before I knew it, he was gone.
King turned to me, his body still sparkling with sweat, some his, some ours. “That’s what happens when you break the rules, Boss. That’s what happens to them all when they break the rules. And they always do. My merry band of liars.”
Hole and One looked ashamed, as though they could feel King’s judgment, not just of Ryan, but of them too, as though they were waiting for their number to be up.
“He cared about you…”
“And what’s the rule? Let that be a lesson.” He turned his head away from me.
In that moment, I wasn’t sure there was a way for me to give a shit about King and his knights when he had been such a heartless bastard to Ryan.
This was wrong.
If anything, Ryan had shown me that once again tonight, when he’d been forced to push past his limits to satisfy King’s perverse needs.
“Come on, Boss. Now you have more of me all to yourself.” King leaned up in the seat, his hypnotic gaze captivating my attention. “Isn’t that what you want?”
Of course I lusted after King. He made it impossible for me not to. But that didn’t take away what I felt for Ryan, which was…something more.
“Let’s clean up,” King continued. “We’re better off without a traitor.”
How dare he call Ryan that?
The three of them collected condoms and wrappers before King turned to me. “Boss, is there a problem?”
“You just let him go? No warning? No second chances?”
“That’s how this works. You all know what you signed up for.” King didn’t flinch as a little more blood trailed down from his nose.
Heartless bastard!
How could he have spent even more time with Ryan than I had and be so goddamn heinous to him?
“It’s a choice to play by these rules or not. But if you choose to play, then you must obey.”
His comment was sobering.
Considering how King had fucking mesmerized me into playing his sick games, I wouldn’t have thought I could walk away. However, as much as he had seized my attention in the beginning, now I knew who I was really hooked on.
“Then I guess I don’t want to play anymore. Because this—whatever just happened here—isn’t fun. It’s sick.”
“Then fucking leave,” King said through his teeth.
I didn’t hesitate. Didn’t think twice. I dashed out the door, heading upstairs to fetch my belongings.
As King had pointed out, I always had a choice.
And now it was time to make the right one.
17
Two
I hadn’t realized how awful devastation could feel until I was lying on the floor of my room, curled into a ball.
It was hard enough that King felt so wounded by me, but to know that it was over with Aiden…no, I couldn’t bear that.
However, I knew why I had lost King’s trust, and I deserved it.
I was wrong.
I had broken the rule, and there was no redemption for my sins.
I wanted to text Aiden, but I wouldn’t cross that line and put him at risk within the knights. No, I wouldn’t hurt him like that. Didn’t change that there was this part of me that wanted Aiden to choose me.
I couldn’t think that way. No one left King.
Ever.
But why?
My chest constricted, and I struggled to breathe as I dwelled on the consequences of my actions.
It was going to be a long night, and an even longer week.
I grabbed my phone and pulled up a photo Aiden and I had taken one night at the local club.
Fuck me.
A knock at the door surprised me—
No, I imagined it.
I warred against my wish that it were Aiden, hoping he had come to talk to me after what had gone down at King’s. That was a fucking fantasy. It was one of the reasons I’d left the basement so quickly.
I wouldn’t have been able to bear being rejected again—not by King and Aiden on the same night, not to see him choosing King over me. I’d known we were having too much fun, but it wasn’t until I was confronted with losing him that I realized just how much fun.
I’d miss rolling around in bed with him.
Laughing at movies together.
Chatting with him about school or work.
When I’d catch that sexy glance or even an annoyed glare.
And that smile…that beautiful fucking smile.
Which only made me think of every fucking kiss I’d have to learn to live without…on my lips…on my body…
I never considered I could go through withdrawal over anyone except King, but there I was, crying onto the polished concrete floor.
I pulled up my messages—wishful thinking.
No attempt by Aiden to reach out. He couldn’t. He would be exiled, same as me.
He had made his decision. And for that, I fucking hated him.
I balled my hands into fists and bashed them into the concrete.
“Damn you, King. Damn you, damn you, damn you, Aiden.”
I gripped at my chest, pressing against it, hating the sting I’d been left with, the one that felt as though it had always been there, would always be there. As my thoughts scrambled, I clung to my chest and howled like some kind of animal, with the same passion as I might have had during a regular fuck session with King and the knights.
I thought I heard another knock.
Jesus, was I really hallucinating because of how badly I wanted it not to be over with Aiden?
My beautiful Boss.
The sound must’ve come from the unit across the hall, I just knew it. Or perhaps I’d kicked my bed and mistaken the noise as being from where I wished it’d been from.
I took deep breaths, waiting on the floor, when I heard the sound a third time.
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