by Zoey Marcel
“She does have eyes. There they are,” Justin cooed. “There they are.”
“I wish I knew for sure,” Kayden said softly.
“About Silas?”
He nodded.
“You like him, don't you?”
Kayden swallowed. “Sometimes I don't. He's such a control freak and a jerk at times. I just want to smack him, or call him a bitch and take off running so he can't punish me for it.”
Justin smirked.
“But sometimes I think he forgets that I'm his bane, and he treats me like his best friend instead of some brat he has to put up with. When he treats me that way I just want to sit on his lap, kiss him, feel him inside me.” Frowning, Kayden shook his head. “I don't know why. When he gave me this ring Soren and Ethan gave him crap for the inscription on the inside. They said it was creepy.”
“What was the engraving?”
“I'll be watching you.”
Justin snickered. “Like that Sting song?”
Kayden grinned. “That's what they were teasing him about. He called them fucktards and said he meant the inscription in an authoritarian way that would encourage me to keep it in my pants.” A slow smile drew his lips back and his gray eyes lightened like rays of sunlight filtering through clouds. “Personally I thought it was sweet and hot. I mean, don't get me wrong. I was irritated that he wouldn't let me have sex with anyone, but at the same time, it turns me on that he controls how far I can go.”
“I wouldn't want anyone controlling my sex life,” Justin said.
Freakin' Jasmine kind of did with her demands for perfect fidelity at long distance when they'd never even met or touched. He liked her, but Cat Rivera lived closer. Maybe he should just date her.
“You could always just wait until Silas is not around and do it with somebody.”
Kayden shook his head. “He thought of that. Whenever I'm not with him...”
“What?”
He got an embarrassed smile, shaking his head. “Nothing.”
“No. You have to tell me now. What is it?”
Justin's pulse picked up speed when Kayden took Justin's hand and placed it over Kayden's crotch.
“Feel that?” Kayden asked.
Justin gulped. “Um, your really hard cock?”
Kayden snickered. “No, silly. That's not my cock. That's the thing holding my cock. Silas locks me in a chastity belt when he and his brothers aren't with me. That way I have to be a good boy.”
“Oh.” Justin breathed out on a grin.
“He gave me the ring for my eighteenth birthday when he finally let me start dating, but when I was twenty-one he caught me messing around with my girlfriend, so he put me in one of these.” Kayden's jaw locked. “Sometimes I hate him for it, but half the time it makes me hot, like I'm his bitch. Is that weird?”
Justin shrugged. “No. Not really.”
Smirking, Kayden peeked down at his lap. “How long you gonna leave your hand there?”
“Sorry.” Justin yanked his hand away, blushing. “I forgot it was there.”
Kayden chuckled. “I didn't.”
“That's 'cause you're a perv.”
“You're the one who can't part with my dick.”
Justin got warmer. “We're fake husbands. You know you liked it.”
Kayden cracked a smile. “I totally did, or I probably would have if my cock was allowed to expand. Freakin' Silas.”
“What are you gonna say to the Kings when you fly to New York to propose to Nakota?”
“I've got it all worked out. I'll just make like I'm gonna be home with them all day. That way my cock will be free. Then I'll sneak away and drive to the airport.”
“Silas is gonna kill you for that.”
“Yeah, I'm dead. It's all good because I'm gonna be the first of them to sleep with Nakota. I'll rub it in their faces, too, but then I'll share her with them since I'm not a complete jackass.” Kayden sobered. “I know I'm the epitome of confidence and all, baby, but the closer my flight date gets, I'm starting to get nervous. What if she doesn't want me, or she's with someone else she doesn't want to leave, even though I'm better than him in every way? What then?”
“You're a good catch. How could she not want you?”
“You're swell.”
Justin smiled before turning solemn. “But if she doesn't come back with you don't take it personally. She might be with someone else, or just really like it in New York.”
“Yeah, I thought about that. But I have to try. She's all I want.”
“That and a pounding from Silas.”
Kayden narrowed playful gray eyes on him. “I think you're the perv.”
“I'm not the one getting turned on by enforced chastity from a man.”
“No, you're just whipped by a woman from long distance.”
“Shut up.” Justin used his body to nudge Kayden in the side.
“Don't let her string you along for too long. Set a date to meet by and if she doesn't abide by it, just forget her.”
“That's a good idea. Jasmine is thinking about graduating early next year in March. She says we can meet then.”
“That's almost a year away.”
“Yeah, it sucks, but then I'll have her.”
“That barista likes you, Cat or whatever her name is.”
“You think?”
“Yeah, but she's kind of a snippy, high-maintenance girl. Why do you keep picking women that boss you around and treat you like crap?”
“I do not.”
“Sophia abused you and cheated on you, Jasmine is using you, Cat is a crab, and then there was Ashley.”
Justin frowned. “What was wrong with Ashley?”
“She was oversensitive.”
“Can you blame her? I was kind of a selfish jerk back in high school. I just wanted to get laid and she wasn't putting out. It was frustrating for both sides. She wanted a sensitive guy. That wasn't me back then. She'd probably like me now.”
Kayden made a face. “Don't go back through your exes. You can do better than any of them.”
Justin smiled. “Thanks.”
“I come here sometimes to hang out with Nakota's mom. She looks kind of like her, and she keeps pictures of Nakota around the house. I miss her.”
“When are you flying to New York to be with her?”
“In a couple of weeks. I can't wait.” Kayden petted the dog's mop head. “I'd offer to find a sexy chick for you to date, but I'm having a hard time pegging your type. I know you say you like slender brunettes, but your girls have been all over the board.”
“That's not true.”
Justin thought back on his list of ladies. Ashley had been a slender blonde.
Sophia had been a pudgy brunette.
He'd talked online with Kendall before deciding not to join his brothers' ménage relationship with her. She was a curvy redhead.
He hadn't seen a picture of Jasmine yet, but she described herself as a petite, thin brunette.
Cat was Asian and curvaceous with black hair. None of the women had anything in common as far as their appearances went.
“Yeah, it's true,” Justin finally agreed. “So I like different things? What's wrong with that?”
“Nothing. It just makes it hard for me to set you up with babes when I don't know what you like.”
“You don't have to set me up. I can find my own woman.”
“Suit yourself. Will you just do me a favor and text me if you ever see Silas with a man?”
“Sure.”
“Thanks.” Kayden became glum again.
Justin reached into his bag and then handed him the DVD. “Here. You should have it.”
“What is it?” Kayden flipped it over.
“Wedding porn. You can watch it and pretend it's you and Nakota.”
The guy gave him an appreciative smile. “Thanks, man. You bought it for yourself, though.”
Justin shrugged. “I wasn't that interested anyway.”
“Then what did you buy it
for?”
“I don't know. You know how when you're hungry, but you don't know what for, so you finally just eat something. Then you realize it wasn't what you really wanted. It's like that.”
“Oh, gotcha. Well, I'm excited. Nakota gained weight. I'm stoked.”
Justin snickered. “What is it with you and big chicks?”
Kayden grinned. “You prefer the skinny ones and I go for the big ones. That's why we're perfect for each other. We make sure all the girls get good and sexed, and we're only gay for each other.”
Justin smirked. “I don't know, Kayden. You sounded pretty gay for Silas a little bit ago.”
“Shut up, baby.”
He chuckled. “It sounds like you want an open marriage.”
“We can be gay for Silas together,” Kayden teased.
“That's okay. Silas isn't my type.”
“It would be gay if he was.”
Justin snickered. “Totally.”
Kayden turned his head and looked at him, voice soft. “So who is your man type?”
Justin's heart rate spiked. “I don't have a man type.”
“Sure you do, baby. Everybody has a man type or a woman type even if they're not gay. Just tell me yours.”
“I don't know. Stop being gay.”
“You're so cute when you blush.” Kayden grinned and gazed off into the horizon. “You so do. I know you have a man type. Not into rugged, ugly, hot man Silas. Let me see. Are you into twinks, or are you all about the manly man Rambo type?”
Justin stood. “I'm gonna go.”
Kayden grinned up at him. “Justin, wait.”
Turning, Justin faced his friend, letting Kayden hold his hand.
“I have to ask you something really important. You have to answer.”
“What is it?”
“Do you like those pretty boys with eyeliner and lip gloss, or do you prefer big, muscly, hairy bears in leather?”
Justin pulled his hand away, frowning at him.
Kayden burst into laughter. “I need to know. I bet New York is full of hotties. Want me to bring one back for you?”
“Shut up.” Justin fought the embarrassed smile as he walked away.
“I miss you already, baby! Call me!”
Justin shut the gate on his way out, shaking his head at Kayden with an annoyed smile as the other boy laughed at him.
Man type. Pfft.
His stomach clenched when he saw Aiden talking to someone over in the parking lot of the club. Maybe he did have a man type. Strangely, his man type was every bit as bossy and ornery as the women he'd dated or shown interest in previously.
He checked his phone, heart skipping a beat when he saw that the text was from Aiden. He saved all of Aiden's texts, the few that his boss had sent him. Justin didn't know why, or at least he told himself he didn't.
The text read, “Felicia asked for the night off tomorrow. You're working her shift.”
Justin texted back, “That's kind of short notice. Maybe I have plans.”
Aiden replied, “Maybe you can cancel them and do what I say or I'll give you crappy hours next week.”
Justin scowled. Scratch his original thought. Aiden was even bossier and meaner than any of the women he'd ever been involved with.
Chapter Twelve
Brighton had been going to counseling. He’d slept with Danielle, but Kale didn’t put his hands on him. He’d told Brighton that they wouldn’t resume their BDSM relationship until he was sure Brighton was okay. Kale had even said they could just do without it and be lovers if that was his preference now. It wasn’t.
At first Brighton had just wanted to be alone. Then his cuddling with Danielle had evolved into making love with her. He felt just about normal again, but he missed Kale badly, and sex with him. Over time he’d come to realize that the only real similarity between Kale and Siegfried was that they were both dominant. That was where the similarities ended. Kale respected him, honored his safe word.
Siegfried never gave him one. He’d murdered Brighton’s exes and violated him.
There was nothing weak about submission. He’d never felt weak with Kale. His Dom had always made him feel safe.
Brighton went to Kale’s house to apologize to him. His man let him in, but he could tell Kale was still upset with him for lying to him the night he’d been kidnapped.
Kale crossed his arms. His complexion was as hard as iron. “Well?”
“I just want you to know I’m sorry for what I did.”
“Are you?”
“Yeah. I want you back. I’ve been to counseling and I had sex with Danielle a bunch of times. I’m okay now. I need you. I want us to go back to the way we were, even the kink.”
“Do you still see me as your Dom?”
“Absolutely.”
“Then what are your clothes still doing on?”
Brighton smiled and slowly stripped. He felt giddy and vulnerable when he was nude. He knelt on the carpet, figuring it would help butter him up.
“You deceived me and put yourself in danger,” Kale told him.
Brighton hung his head. “I know.”
“You know you deserve to be punished.”
He nodded, not looking at him.
“I’ll let you choose this time: a sore ass or denied orgasm while I fuck you.”
It was a tough call. As much as he loved coming with Kale, an ass whooping would hurt, and at least with orgasm control the man would be inside him, stimulating him, bonding with him all over again.
“Denied orgasm,” Brighton said quietly.
He wondered if Kale would go with the opposite for a true punishment. Then he realized that wasn’t like him at all. He said what he meant and that was that. Brighton liked that about him. There were no lies or mind games with him. He was transparent and a mystery at the same time. It was noble, enigmatic, and freaking hot.
Kale stepped toward him. Freeing the button, he unzipped his pants and then pulled his cock out. Brighton wet his lips, peeking up at him obediently.
Without saying anything, Kale placed a hand on the back of Brighton’s head and guided him into his crotch. Brighton licked the dewy tip, swirling his tongue all around Kale’s glans in a way that had him groaning. He swallowed down on Kale’s flesh, suckling him gently, reverently. After a minute of intimate sucking, Kale lightly pushed him off and then picked up his black leather collar. It had shiny silver spikes on it like some canine collars had for intimidating guard dogs. Kale always did refer to him as his pup.
Brighton felt deliciously submissive once Kale secured it around his neck. He loved wearing that thing during sex and play scenes.
Kale helped him up. Silently, he led Brighton by the hand into the bedroom. He began to tremble and get all tingly when Kale positioned him on all fours on the bed. It was really hot when Sir made him spread his legs wider, exposing more of his pucker.
He bit back a helpless whimper when two long, thick fingers reached inside him coated with lube. The chill made him clench around the thrusting digits. They relaxed his muscles, opened him up for dirty things to come.
His cock started to firm up. His balls got excited.
A draft touched his anus when Sir spread his butt cheeks apart. Molten flesh smeared through the lubricant, sent sparks scattering all over with each titillating swipe over his asshole. Pressure followed. He willed his hole to open, submit. Gradually Sir began to push into him, spreading him wide open the deeper he went into him.
It thrilled him savagely when Sir gripped him by the hips to hold him still while he wriggled and burrowed his thick erection into him. The uncomfortable pop of his dick shoving into his bowels was followed by immense pleasure and satisfying fullness.
Sir’s moan unhinged him, made him feverish.
“So good,” he growled.
It was all Sir said. His long cock dug into him, reaching deep inside. It drove him crazy the way his hot spot was constantly stimulated and he was expected not to come. Maybe he should have chos
en a butt-whomping instead for punishment. Then he could just shoot off everywhere with his man.
Sir’s balls swung, tapping his bottom in a sinful rhythm that fired the hormones inside of him.
“Please. I need it,” Brighton begged.
He yipped when Sir swatted his butt.
“But I’m so hard. I’m leaking everywhere,” he panted in desperation.
Sir didn’t seem to care. All he did was fuck him harder, faster.
“Oh please! Can I come instead?”
A soft cry wrung from his throat when Sir pressed on his shoulders, coercing him down, pinning him to the mattress. It was exhilarating, absolutely maddening.
Pre-cum seeped from his dick.
“Oh God,” he whimpered when Sir fondled his ball sack. “Please. I’ll do anything.”
“Stop talking, Brighton. You need to be punished. I’m going to come hard inside of you, but you’re not coming tonight.”
He groaned in frustrated bliss. “But it hurts. My cock is really achy for you.”
“Is it?” Sir purred.
A sharp outcry shot from him when Sir started rubbing his dick all over in his fist.
“Oh God, don’t tease me!”
He yelped when he received a butt-slap for insolence.
He was so close to coming when Sir just stopped caressing his swollen flesh. His cock throbbed furiously, balls pounding and aching with unfulfilled need. He sank into the mattress, going limp in resignation as Sir stilled inside of him. The pulse in his dick was still strong, but Sir waited until the heat wave of his building orgasm had subsided before screwing him again.
His erection perked with each thrust. His prostate hummed. Such sweet torment. Harsh cries kept pouring out of him when Sir jabbed into him roughly and bellowed in climatic pleasure. Sizzling jets spewed into his rectum, coating his inner walls in sexual warmth.
After a moment Sir moved slightly so he could trace sensual circles on his taint.
“Please,” Brighton whispered. “I need it so bad.”
“If I let you come, you must be punished with the strap instead.”
He cringed.
“You understand?”
He took a nervous gulp. “Yes, Sir.”
“All right. Spanking first, then you can finish.”
Sir pulled out of him and then got the leather strap from the nightstand drawer. Brighton’s legs wobbled. The skin under his bottom was warm and sweaty from the friction of their bodies colliding while they’d been making love.
