Feral King (The Dominant Bastard Book 1)

by Sparrow Beckett

  “I’m doing this for what we have. You deserve a dominant who knows what he’s doing, not a fumbling teenage boy.”

  She spread her knees and pouted up at him. “You already know exactly where my clit is. That’s more than what a lot of men know.”

  “Nice try.” He lifted her down and guided her to the leather ottoman coffee table and pushed her belly down. “So will you do this for me or not, Ro?”

  “You’re asking me to fuck your hot girlfriend?” Rodrigo snorted. “Like I haven’t done it mentally several times since I got here?”

  “Asshole.”

  “Hey, if she was mine you’d do the same.”

  “Touché.”

  “You know, this is exactly what I was thinking of when you bought this table,” Rodrigo murmured. “Miss Korsgaard is much prettier on it than the girl I’d envisioned at the time.”

  “This isn’t at all what I was thinking when I bought it.”

  “No?”

  “Of course it was what I was thinking, you idiot.”

  Rodrigo choked out a laugh that was far too lighthearted for the situation Minnow was about to be in, as far as she was concerned.

  Men.

  As Rodrigo’s mirth calmed, Severin handed him a set of ropes. Where had he hidden those? Sneaky jerk.

  A small sound of protest slipped out, when Severin spread her legs, but she cooperated. He tied her thighs to one set of ottoman legs as Rodrigo tied her wrists to the other two. With her whole belly and chest supported, she could have taken a nap if she wasn’t naked and being admired by two hot guys with impressive bulges in their pants.

  Rodrigo moved behind her to stand near Severin, who seemed to be admiring his handiwork.

  “She keeps begging for sex instead of asking how to please me.”

  Rodrigo tsked.

  “It’s her selfish little cunt’s fault, I’m sure,” Severin continued.

  “The submissive always claims it’s not their fault. It’s our job to teach them otherwise.”

  Minnow ground her teeth in frustration, but knew better than to offer a rebuttal.

  They both shifted to the floor. At least the area rug under the table was plush.

  Hands rubbed her back, and she relaxed into the chestnut leather, breathing it in. The bench was so well padded the upholstery tacks didn’t dig into her skin.

  “Sexy little pussy,” Rodrigo said to Severin. “Hopefully I fit.”

  She rolled her eyes. Men and their dick hubris.

  She tried to ignore them, but they went on discussing her as if she was as sentient as the coffee table they’d draped her over.

  A hand smoothed over her ass cheek.

  “Didn’t you send her upstairs to take out a buttplug? Must have been a small one. She’s closed right back up.” A finger brushed her there, sending sparks of arousal through her. She tried to jerk away but the ropes held her in place. “Good thing you hadn’t planned on using her ass tonight.”

  “Typical. She’s disobedient if I don’t keep her in line.”

  Minnow glared down at the ottoman. Severin accusing her of being disobedient right down to her asshole was completely unfair.

  “She doesn’t like being touched there but won’t safeword it.” Severin said with a smile in his voice. “You don’t get to have her ass, though. At least, not the first time.”

  “She’s never been fucked there?”

  “No.”

  Rodrigo groaned. “She’s going to break your dick when you take her there. Make sure you work her up to it. Even then – go slow and lots of lube.”

  “Yeah, I know. I looked it up. Did you see her nipple rings? They’re healing well. You did a good job.”

  “Of course I did, even though the two of you were determined to distract me from my work. Good idea to put her facedown like this though. It would be far too tempting to play with them.”

  “Tell me about it. It’s a constant temptation.”

  They talked about her hair, how pretty it was, how good a handhold it made. They talked about her clit and how a clit hood piercing would, be hot. She was manhandled, groped, smacked, tickled, teased, kissed, licked, bitten – then they both sat down and had a drink while they chatted about some upcoming movie that wanted two of Severin’s motorcycles.

  The tight knot of frustrated desire in her belly spread heat through her body. Her breasts and pussy ached. Her asshole tingled. She shifted in discomfort trying not to beg for Severin to ease her as she rubbed her pelvis against the leather, not quite able to get any pressure on her clit no matter how she tilted her hips.

  One of them put their glass on her butt cheek, and the chill from the ice made her shiver.

  “Hmm. Your coffee table is lovely, but not very functional with all of the rounded parts.”

  “I know. It keeps shuddering too. Maybe it’s not very good for holding things.”

  She squirmed, clamping her mouth closed on all the words that wanted to come out. The glass on her back teetered, tipped, then ice slid out onto her skin. She gasped, and the wet, cold puddle pooled in the valley of her lower back.

  “Damn. I guess I’d better clean this up,” Severin rumbled. He pretended to try to grab the ice cubes, then slid them over her back instead, trailing one up the back of her neck and around to her chin, eventually pushing it into her mouth. The bite of whiskey on her tongue was welcome, and she sucked on the cube hoping it would help to distract her. She needed to cool down.

  Severin put the other ice cube in his mouth then took it out again. With the help of his fingers, the ice cube started an alarming descent, leaving a shivery, dripping pattern of ice water on her ass then sliding down to her clit. He rubbed it over her there as she tried to shift away – the molten heat of her pussy responding to the ice in violently pleasurable, yet disturbing ways.

  Something freezing prodded at her entrance, then broached her, easing the sensation of cold up inside her heat, freezing her and making her hotter. Was he trying to start a fucking tornado in there? She tried hard not to move, but the thickness of his finger in her pussy was too good, and she rocked against it, whimpering, and clenching her inner muscles until he groaned.

  “Are you sure you want me to do this?” Rodrigo asked him as he tore the condom open. Minnow watched in desperation as he rolled it on, no longer caring who or what fucked her, as long as it happened immediately.

  “Yes,” Severin replied, the word ragged as it left his mouth.

  “Last chance to safeword, preciosa,” Rodrigo said.

  She opened her mouth to say something – maybe to give one final protest even if she didn’t safeword, but looked up at Severin’s face and shut her mouth again. He was watching her with such affection, she couldn’t object to giving him this, if he felt he needed it. He leaned in and brushed his lips along her cheekbone, and the tenderness of the gesture made tears well in her eyes.

  “This won’t change how I feel about you,” he whispered in her ear. She shivered at the feel of his breath, but her chest felt full. Maybe he didn’t love her, but the fact that he’d admitted he felt anything about her was a big fucking deal.

  She caught his lips with her own, and he reciprocated the kiss rather than pulling reproachfully away.

  Rodrigo’s cock slid through the copious lubrication her body had been manufacturing for days, and Severin moved down her body to kneel beside her posterior, putting his big hand on her lower back so that her ass arched up.

  “See? You know how to signal her to do what you want, even though you don’t realize it.” Rodrigo rubbed the tip of his cock up and down until Minnow squirmed impatiently. “With your size, don’t rush this part unless you’ve been having a lot of sex with her. If you shove in hard and fast you’ll hurt her. You don’t want to break your pretty toy – well, not unless you mean to.”

  The thick head of his cock broached her and Minnow’s eyes widened. Rodrigo shouldn’t be rushing anything either, apparently. She had the urge to look back and make sure he wa
sn’t shoving something else up there. The warmth after the ice, the fullness after the days of torment, made Minnow’s eyes roll back. Goose bumps chased over her skin, and she made a small sound of distress as he fucked his length into her. He bottomed out before he was all the way in.

  Rodrigo grunted. “Fuck, Sev – she feels so fucking good. This is going to be brutal for you. Take it easy with her if you want to use her regularly.” He stayed still and swept his palms over her back, relaxing her and giving her time to get used to his size. “Once you’re in, give her a minute to adjust, and so that you don’t blow your fucking load right away.” His voice was tight, but not as tight as the ball of need in her belly.

  Someone needed to touch her clit. Fuck. It was so humiliating and hot having Rodrigo talk Severin through this as though he was teaching him how to fix a carburetor.

  Rodrigo thrust into her, giving her more than her body could handle, and she whimpered. He pulled out until just the tip was inside her, and she whined an objection at the loss.

  The slow, rolling thrust of Rodrigo’s hips took Minnow’s breath away.

  “From here you just have to decide what you want to do. If you want her to come, play with her clit. If you don’t, fuck her hard and fast, or hurt her to distract her – but either of those can backfire on you. Don’t forget you have other ways to touch her. You can bite her, spank her, play with her ass –”

  His breath caught and he seemed to lose his train of thought as he bucked into her hard and fast for a few strokes. She cried out in bone-melting pleasure even though her teeth rattled. God – she hadn’t been used roughly for ages. Severin’s hand came down on the back of her neck. Rodrigo slowed again, both he and Minnow panting. Someone started playing with her ass as someone toyed with her clit. The intimate teasing touches, and the feeling of being trapped and used, had her skating close to the edge, her pussy clutching and aching. When she finally came, she was going to cramp up like a bitch.

  “You have to decide why you’re fucking her? Your pleasure? Hers? Are you doing it to make a point about who’s boss? If it’s a reward, keeping a rhythm and making sure she gets clit stimulation is most likely to get her off.”

  The words washed over her while she imagined Severin doing those things to her. Close – she was so fucking close. Her body clamped down, cramping in preparation for a massive orgasm.

  Rodrigo stopped, gripping her hips hard to stop her from moving. They stopped touching her.

  She sobbed low, the sound not quite human. They were so fucking evil.

  “Not giving her what she wants is beautiful. Look at her shake,” Severin growled.

  “She almost came,” Rodrigo laughed in self-derision. “Ugh. She’s twitching around me. It’s so hard to stop. Fuck...so close.”

  Severin pressed his index finger between her lips, and she latched on to it, frantically sucking while he watched her with feverish eyes. “Please,” she begged. “Please Severin – please just let me come. I’ll do anything.”

  “You’re interrupting the dominants talking, girl.” Severin swatted her ass and Rodrigo gasped and pulled out fast, dropping his forehead to her back. The tickle of his breath was torture. Could she come just from the feel of a man’s breath caressing her skin?

  Rodrigo laid his cock between her ass cheeks and thrust against her, sliding against her sensitized bottom hole and pressing her pelvic bone against the leather, close and yet miles too far from her clit.

  Severin grabbed hold of her hair, and as she gasped as he thrust his cock into her mouth, stretching her lips uncomfortably wide as she tried to accommodate him. Rodrigo swore and shuddered over her, the slip of the condom teasing her ass while he found his release. Severin lasted only a few thrusts before emptying into her mouth, forcing her to swallow fast if she wanted to breathe again.

  She shuddered hard, on the very edge of orgasm.

  “Don’t you fucking come,” Severin ground out, his grip on her hair tightening to the point of real pain.

  Too late.

  The painful tightness in her belly wound tighter, burst. Torturous pleasure boiled over her, scalding. She cried out in agony as her body clenched around nothing, the muscles in her stomach so taut and hard that it fucking hurt. For long moments she quivered and twitched, wishing the orgasm had been satisfying and brought relief, but it only made her aware of what she hadn’t gotten. She lay limply in her bonds, exhausted and floaty, hating Severin and wondering when he’d pulled out of her mouth. Had she bitten him? He looked irritated.

  Rodrigo was laughing and slapped Severin’s arm. “Sometimes that happens, man. They get so wound up that they just spontaneously come all over themselves.” Rodrigo patted her ass. “Was that a good orgasm, preciosa?”

  “No,” she whined, shifting in place, hoping someone would take pity on her.

  “A ruined orgasm is almost worse than no orgasm,” Rodrigo said.

  Yes. Fucking yes, it was so true.

  “You disobeyed me.” Severin pulled his belt out of his still undone jeans, which were barely staying up. His dick was still out, and he was hard again. Still? The man was going to be the death of her.

  “I’m sorry, Master. I didn’t know how to stop. I tried to stop,” She lied, cringing, waiting for the blow, but it never came. She’d meant to try to stop, but in the moment she’d forgotten.

  He sat down heavily on the floor beside her, dropping the belt, and put his forehead on hers. “I can’t punish you right now.” Rodrigo untied her as Severin stroked her hair. “It’s okay. You were a good girl, Minnow. You let me have what I wanted, and you tried your best to obey.” He pulled her into his arms and carried her to the couch. Rodrigo had disappeared.

  She blinked at Severin, trying to keep his face clear, but her eyes were too lazy to focus. Hearing him say her name with such approval had shot straight to her chest, starting a warm glow that had no business being there.

  His mouth moved gently on hers as he whispered his approval, holding her carefully, as though she might break into a million pieces.

  She was fucked.

  He was so broken, but she was already his.

  *

  Minnow woke in bed alone the next morning, not remembering how she’d gotten there. When she realized Severin must have dressed her in his own shirt and put her to bed, her stomach fluttered. He hadn’t brought her to bed with him, but the T-shirt meant something. Affection? An instinct to take care of her?

  She stretched, realizing only then how sore she was. It would have been better if Severin had been the one to make her sore, but this was okay too, even if they’d ruined her orgasm on purpose. Submitting to Severin meant doing things his way, even if that meant letting his best friend screw her while he watched. If she’d come into this house vanilla or a virgin, none of this would have worked the same way. As it was, she was used to demanding dominants and was difficult to shock.

  When she padded down the hall past his room, Severin wasn’t in bed. He wasn’t in the house at all, or at the forge, where she’d assumed he was, when she went to bring him lunch. The house was clean, so she took a long bath and read an entire eBook. Reading a romance had been a bad idea, though, because it had turned her on and Severin wasn’t around to help her out. For a moment she wondered if she could get away with masturbating, but the gorgeous bastard would probably show up just in time to catch her.

  It was difficult to believe Sutton would be home the next day. She’d been gone three weeks, and so much had changed between her and Severin since then. It almost felt like Sutton had been a figment of her imagination. Minnow felt herself blush at the thought of the older woman finding out how things now were between her and Severin.

  Nervous, she gave the kitchen one last cleaning, hoping she hadn’t left anything out of place. She also went through the house to make sure there weren’t any stray undergarments or sex toys or bottles of lube lying around the common areas.

  At about four the phone rang. She ran to the landline in the study
, trying not to look at the coffee table she’d been tied to the night before.

  “Hello?”

  “Minnow? Hey – it’s Church.”

  “Hi! Before you ask, no, he’s not here. Not in the forge, not in the garage...I’m not sure where he is. He was gone when I woke up.”

  There was a pause at the other end. “No offense, but are you good with messages?”

  She sat in Severin’s big leather chair at his desk. It was ridiculous, but she felt like a rebel sitting there. In a momentary flash of brattiness, she propped her feet on his desk, then put them back down again because she’d gone far.

  “Yes, I’m good with messages. I told him you called and I’ve been badgering him to call you back. I get the ‘your king is displeased, peasant’ face when I nag too much though.”

  Church’s laugh was just how she remembered it, rumbling, warm. Too bad he’d moved away so soon after she’d joined the staff. He must have lightened the mood around here. She could hear the kids shrieking in the background, like usual.

  “It’s so hard to be here when I should be at the house knocking him on his ass.” He sighed, blowing a gust of air into the phone. “You know he’s written me off at this point.”

  “No, I’m sure that’s not it,” she reassured him. “Maybe he’s just not big on using the phone.”

  “He’s a simple man, Min. Either you’re with him or against him. It doesn’t take much for him to believe you’re against him.”

  Poor Church. “You’re just trying to get established so you can make a secure life for your family. He’s got to understand that.”

  “Yeah, but he doesn’t. As far as he’s concerned, we could have lived at the house, and off of him, forever. He doesn’t get that I needed to do something with my life other than living there, waiting for him to need me. He keeps trying to give me half of everything, but my relationship with him has never been about the money.”

  “Is anyone’s?”

  “No. Between me, you, Sutton, and Rodrigo, no one gives a shit about the money. Even he doesn’t give a shit about the money. If anything, I think having it has made it too easy to hide from the world. He doesn’t trust people because he doesn’t know many.” He told one of his daughters to give a toy back to her sister then had to tell them to stop shrieking.