Tragic King (The Dominant Bastard Duology Book 2)

by Sparrow Beckett

  “They’re watching you, Tarryn. Such a slutty girl, masturbating for the amusement of strangers.”

  The girl whimpered, suckling the fingers hooked into her mouth as she worked her clit faster. Her gaze locked on Minnow’s and began to haze over in helpless submissive lust.

  Rodrigo’s breath was harsh in Minnow’s ear as he slid his hand into the plunging neckline of her dress. He rolled one of her nipples between gentle fingers, and Minnow’s body rebelled at the gentle, teasing touch. She thrust her breast against his palm, hoping for rougher treatment. One cruel pinch and the cramp in her lower belly would flare into an orgasm. The solid press of his thigh between hers was almost enough, but her dress stopped her from spreading her legs enough to make rubbing against him completely satisfying. Her heart was pounding, and she squirmed in his lap, hoping he’d take a hint and give her body what it was begging for.

  “Rodrigo, please,” she whispered, ashamed at how badly she wanted him to fuck her right there in front of the other couple.

  His lips grazed her neck then his teeth ghosted there in a mock bite. He unzipped the back of her dress and pushed it to her waist, baring her breasts to Tarryn and Valor.

  “Ohhh, her nipples are pierced,” Tarryn said quietly, her gaze sliding over Minnow’s body as Rodrigo continued to stroke her skin. “She’s so pretty.”

  “You like her?” Valor asked. “Maybe Rodrigo will strip her naked if you ask him nice.”

  She squirmed on Valor’s dick, and he grunted his appreciation.

  “Rodrigo, can I please see the rest of Minnow’s body?” The ‘please’ was more of a gasp than a word.

  “How could I refuse such a polite request?” He stood Minnow up and unzipped her gown the rest of the way, then let it cascade down her body to the floor. Tarryn and Valor were both watching, and the girl shuddered hard as she perused Minnow’s body.

  “Mmm...I knew she wasn’t wearing panties,” Tarryn murmured to herself.

  “On her thigh, is that a tattoo?” Valor asked.

  “A brand.”

  Tarryn whimpered.

  “She screamed like a banshee, but I think it was more from fear than pain.”

  Valor chuckled darkly. “Maybe I should brand you too, nymph.”

  “No, Sir, please!” She struggled to get away, but Valor only held her hips and grinned evilly at her frenetic movements. Tarryn grumbled, “You’re not going to do it. You just like scaring me.

  “Shh, you’re not supposed to know that.”

  “Turn around and put your hands on the back of the couch,” Rodrigo ordered.

  She complied, but she didn’t like how it put her ass on display.

  “Spread your legs.”

  Minnow glanced back at their hosts, who watched avidly. Why did this feel different than Rodrigo’s occasional parties? This felt...more intimate? She doubted Rodrigo would let them touch her, though, right? Severin wouldn’t have given him permission for that. Probably.

  When she didn’t move immediately, Rodrigo smacked the back of her thigh so hard she could feel his handprint throbbing there.

  “Did I say think, preciosa, or did I say spread your fucking legs?”

  His words stoked the fire in her brain, and she widened her stance, embarrassed at being put on display and yet turned on by him ordering her to do it. Being naked was one thing, but having strangers looking at her pussy and asshole was deliciously humiliating.

  Rodrigo moved to the edge of the couch so he could reach behind her and spread her ass cheeks, making sure they got a good look at every inch of her. Surreptitiously, she watched the couple watching what Rodrigo was doing to her, getting turned on by how Valor’s thrusts had picked up pace, and how Tarryn seemed transfixed on Minnow’s body. Rodrigo slid a finger into Minnow’s pussy, and she was so wet she blushed and couldn’t meet his gaze, but that didn’t stop her from seeing his smirk. A second finger pressed into her and her legs trembled.

  “What a mess you’re making, Min, dripping all over my hand. You like watching him fuck her.”

  Minnow whimpered, her gaze locking on Tarryn’s pained expression as Valor screwed her with cruel, deep thrusts that jarred her slight frame.

  “Please fuck me, Mr. Solis.”

  “My fingers aren’t good enough for you?”

  She whined and shook her head, wanting his big cock inside her, stretching her, and wanting something to rub against her clit. She considered touching herself, but knew that would just get her into trouble.

  He withdrew his fingers and toyed in her wetness. The couch dipped as he shifted his weight, and she hoped that meant she was about to get what she needed. Instead, his warm breath slid over her ass cheek, and she tried to shift away. He smacked her again, making her ass jiggle.

  “Did I tell you that you could move?”

  She grumbled at him then tried not to react as his tongue and lips made a shivery damp trail down the divide of her ass. His lips brushed the sensitive skin around her anus, then his tongue darted over it, making her squeal even though she’d known what was coming. The man had a rude fascination with that area of her body and no amount of trying to talk him out of his fixation worked. He teased her there, the sensations still ticklish and strange, and she did her best to stay still through it. Despite her disapproval, her nipples were even harder than her nipple rings.

  As Rodrigo coaxed one of his slick fingers into her ass, Tarryn made a choking sound. Minnow’s gaze focused on Tarryn again and the girl went rigid in Valor’s arms then cried out in pained ecstasy as she watched Rodrigo finger-fuck Minnow’s ass.

  “Fuck,” Valor groaned, closing his eyes. “Don’t make me come yet, nymph, or I’ll punish you.”

  The girl swallowed huge gasps of hair, her eyes half crazed as she tried to stop coming. She shuddered hard.

  Minnow’s body burned as Rodrigo wiggled a second finger into her ass, and she whined as he rose and opened his pants.

  “But there’s no lube!” she complained.

  “I know, baby, but this will have to do.” He pushed his cock into her pussy a few times, making her feel uncomfortably stretched with his fingers still in her ass. All too soon he pulled his cock from her and spat, slicking them both before he lined the head of his cock up with her ass and started to push.

  Inch by inch he forced his way into her body, adding her more of her own lubrication whenever necessary. It hurt and made her clit ache worse than it already had.

  “Rodrigo,” she whined, even though he wasn’t being rough. She closed her eyes tight against the feel of him moving inside her, every flex of his hips a fresh discomfort. Teeth gritted, she waited for him to finish.

  “You like when it hurts,” he accused.

  “No!” she cried, wishing she could bring herself to safeword, but she knew she could take this for him, and the fact that he didn’t seem to care if she liked it was turning her on, no matter what she tried to make him believe. “You like hurting me. It’s different.”

  “Liar,” he whispered in her ear. “You’re going to come.”

  “No.” But the pressure in her groin and his assault on her ass – being put on display for strangers and used like his whore – had her quaking with the desperate need to orgasm.

  “Quit being a whiny little bitch and come,” he growled, slapping her clit hard.

  She howled, the orgasm wrenching through her body, making her ass clench painfully around the burning rod of his cock. Rodrigo grunted in her ear and come spurted into her ass, filling her, lubricating the slide of him inside her and making her orgasm harder and longer as he tugged her clit between two fingers. Behind them she heard Valor swear and Tarryn sob helplessly. She’d forgotten they were watching, and the fact that they were made her aftershocks go on forever.

  When she heard the other couple retire to the attached washroom, Rodrigo pulled out and helped her clean up as well as she could.

  “We’re not going back down to the party, are we?” she asked, hoping the answer wou
ld be no.

  “Of course. I have business to attend to.”

  “No, Mr. Solis, please!” Her voice sounded incredulous, even to her.

  He helped her dress, then ran his thumbs under her eyes to tidy her makeup. His actions were so solicitous and tender that she found herself leaning against him and feeling cared for.

  Next, he did his best to fix her hair. He was surprisingly good at it, although she was sure this was hardly the first time he’d put a woman back together after trysting with her in pseudo public.

  “Yeah, this is all well and good, Casanova, but it’s not going to fix the other problem.”

  “What? You’re not comfortable standing around at a cocktail party with my come dripping out of you?”

  “No!”

  “Then you’d better clench harder preciosa, because we’re not leaving for at least another hour.” He kissed her and she shoved him away with mock annoyance. “Besides, you should be thanking your dominant for the gift of his seed.”

  “Do you thank our dominant when you have come dripping out of your ass, Rodrigo?”

  He averted his gaze and dropped the subject. He didn’t seem to like her outing him as a submissive in front of other kinksters.

  Tough luck, buddy.

  Although, maybe in the business world it made people think he was weak?

  Shit. Okay, no more mentioning it to other people then – not unless he brought it up first.

  When Valor and Tarryn rejoined them, they all went back to the party together. For the rest of the evening, they played at being vanilla while sharing covert, amused glances.

  Although it was fun, Minnow kept checking her phone for messages from Severin.

  Like the day before, there were none.

  *

  It was strange being alone on an adventure with Rodrigo, but he made it easy. As usual, he effortlessly held up his end of the conversation, and Brussels was sunny and beautiful.

  The hotel where they were staying was private and so exclusive there were no signs to indicate it even was a hotel. Before him, Minnow never would have known such a place existed. The rooms he’d taken were lavish, and Minnow lived in constant fear of touching anything. Hotel staff doted on them.

  While Rodrigo was busy in meetings, she sat on the balcony overlooking pretty gardens, reading, and eating the kind of pastry she used to fantasize about when she’d been on her own and rubbing pennies together to try to make rent for her moldy apartment. Her old life was like a bad dream she’d had once – alone, hungry. It was hard to believe that for years she’d had no one to call for help.

  Although Rodrigo didn’t know his way around the city, he wasn’t shy about getting them thoroughly lost. With boyish enthusiasm, he dragged her from shop to shop, holding her hand, buying her dresses and shoes, baubles and trinkets, and making such a fuss over her she was almost embarrassed.

  Every time she felt guilty about going on this trip without Severin, Rodrigo seemed to feel it, and he’d swat her ass and glower in that shiver-inducing way he had.

  In late afternoon, on their fifth day in Belgium, they sat on a park bench people-watching and eating rijsttaart. She was relaxed and having more fun than she had in ages.

  “It’s too bad you couldn’t bring Severin instead of me. I’m sure this would be more fun for you.”

  Rodrigo shrugged. “When I fantasized about having a life with him, I knew he’d never be involved in this part of things. That wasn’t a big deal to me, but I didn’t realize how much more fun it would be traveling with someone like you. Can you imagine Sev enjoying any of this with us? He’d be miserable, and he knew you’d like it. I think that’s why he pushed so hard for you to come with me.”

  “That and he was worried about me being alone at your place.”

  “He knows that for you, my place doesn’t feel like home yet.” He kissed her nose. “That can only be fixed by time and familiarity. You also don’t make places your own, I’ve noticed. Just because we lived in our houses without you first doesn’t mean you can’t redecorate and claim space.”

  She shrugged. “I don’t care about things like that. If you’d seen my last apartment...” she smiled, thinking of how she’d lived with the faulty electricity and the water that had never been more than tepid.

  “You had no money when you met us, and now you’re the submissive. You have some power in this relationship even though it may not seem like it sometimes. You can make yourself at home.”

  “Four dogs,” she pointed out. “It’s not like I’m being shy about making changes when I’m passionate about them.”

  He pulled her close and shared a kiss with her that was sticky sweet with the pie they’d shared.

  They’d gotten close over time, sharing confidences and frustrations. Rodrigo had always made her a little weak in the knees, but away from Severin’s dominance, his own became more pronounced. It was different from Severin’s – being his was like being a cultured man’s lapdog rather than a rough man’s bitch. They held different appeals, like the men, themselves, did.

  “How did men as different as you and Severin ever become friends in the first place?”

  “I’ve told you this before,” he teased, playfully tugging a piece of her hair. “I was hired to manage his finances.”

  “But that didn’t make you friends.”

  “He gets under your skin. I shouldn’t have to explain it to you, of all people.” The flash of embarrassment she caught in his expression just made her more curious.

  “Tell me,” she wheedled. “You already know how things went down between him and me. It’s only fair that I know your secrets too.”

  He groaned and tipped his head back to look up at the sky. “It’s too humiliating.”

  “More humiliating than him playing little dominance games with me in front of poor Sutton? I swear that woman must have thought I had no self-respect.”

  “Don’t sell her short. As much as Sutton was vanilla, she knew what was going on with you, just like she knew what was going on with me.”

  “Oh.”

  “Yeah.”

  “So what was going on with you? Because so help me, I really had no idea. I mean, I caught that there was some sexual tension between the two of you, but I wrote it off as a shared love of keeping me under your boot heels. Imagine my disappointment when I realized I was just a beard for the real action.”

  He swatted her thigh hard enough that it stung. A woman walking past glanced over at them sharply, but relaxed when she caught Minnow’s grin.

  “You’re not a beard.”

  “Well, I know that now, but in the alleyway that first night I had doubts.”

  “Yeah.” Rodrigo laughed self-consciously and shook his head. “I don’t think any of us saw that coming.”

  She waited, giving him time to organize his thoughts.

  “He hired me on Church’s recommendation. I’d been handling Church’s investments for a while, since his last guy had retired. Severin’s money was just sitting in a bank account. I went to that meeting hoping to impress a difficult man. There was just...something. Like an electric current in the air I could almost hear buzzing every time we were in the same room. Then he started fucking with me – subtle things that made me wonder if he was playing power games, and whether our meetings had started turning him on the way they were doing with me. I never would have thought I could switch. I was never interested in submitting to anyone, but with him? It was natural.” Rodrigo sighed.

  “It freaked you out a little?”

  “Yes! Nothing like going into meetings with the man and having a raging boner just walking into the damned house. Then we started hanging out. I’d go to discuss something and he’d put me off while he watched a movie, or he’d feed me drinks until I started talking to him. He never talked back much. One day he found out I was a tattoo artist when I was in school, and he told me I was going to tattoo him. Equipment started showing up at my house.”

  “Typical presumptuous
asshat.”

  Rodrigo grimaced in agreement. “So, I tattooed him a few times. Then more. Then it was piercings and drinking and bikes and that weird Severin hanging out thing where you’re with him but he’s not talking but he doesn’t want you to leave. Not that I wanted to leave. I’d drool over him while he almost seemed to forget I was there sometimes. Other than the time we were drunk and I confessed I had it bad for him, nothing happened. I thought he’d forgotten. That was years before you came along. I didn’t think things would go anywhere, but I loved him, and if he just wanted to be friends, that was good enough.”

  “Then me.”

  “Then he brought you over, and he was sharing you with me. And you were hot and cute and funny, and I got to see him fucking and dominating you.” He sighed, smiling. “It was more than I’d ever hoped for.”

  “Then he kissed you in the alley.”

  “That was completely unexpected. If I’d had any idea he’d eventually act on what was between us, I would have warned you.” He sighed. “I’m not sure what happened, but I won’t complain, except... I’m just sorry I kind of insinuated myself into your relationship. You didn’t get much of a say.”

  She let her leg swing and brushed the toe of her shoe on the pretty cobblestones. “I think he got jealous of Loïc and realized he might lose you to his brother.” She grinned, remembering the look of panic on Severin’s usually scowling face. “I can’t say I’m sorry you’re in our relationship. All I needed was his permission to be in love with you, and I was.”

  A muscle in his jaw flexed and his gaze seemed far away. Minnow watched a woman trying to calm a raging toddler.

  “The first day he brought you to me, I wanted to hate you. I meant to scare you off with the piercing scene, and instead I ended up half falling in love with you on the spot.” He winced, looking ashamed of himself. “You went from being my enemy to being my access to him. You made it possible for me to be more intimate with him, even though I couldn’t touch him. Then there was you, yourself.”

  He looked down at her and caught a lock of her hair between his fingers again, winding it around and giving it another gentle tug. Between the warmth in his gaze and the subtle violence, she wasn’t sure whether to feel loved or lusted after.