Getting Hitched (Fitting In Book 5)
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Gray tapped the clamps lightly, making them bounce, and Jack sucked in his breath. “Now behave, boy, or I have other punishments for you.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Suck Mason’s cock. Same rules.”
Jack struggled to get in the right position. Gray could tell that Mason wanted to help him, but his bonds prevented it. Finally, Jack bent over Mason’s cock. Gray saw the moment when he realized the rope was going to rub against the plug with every movement he made.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
Jack glanced up. Gray was certain he wanted to say “fuck you” rather than the clipped “yes, sir” he responded with.
Gray tortured them both with various levels of vibration as Jack sucked Mason’s cock. Each of them earned more strokes for their tally before he ordered Jack to sit back.
Both men were sweaty and breathing raggedly. Gray opened a bottle of water and held it so they could take a few sips. Then he undid the longer ropes that circled their chests and connected their other bonds.
“Bend over, head to the floor, ass up. I’m going to paddle you now. I want to hear your reactions, every whimper, every cry, but I expect you to hold still to receive the blows. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” they answered.
“When I’m satisfied you’ve had enough, I’ll give the extra strokes you earned with the crop. Keep your hands out of the way.”
Gray rubbed his cock as he took in the sight of them, wrists and ankles bound, asses in the air. They were so fucking beautiful.
“You’re both such good boys. If you take this well, you’ll both get fucked.” He caressed Jack’s ass and then Mason’s.
“We will, sir,” Mason said.
“I want your asses nice and red.”
“We want that too, sir,” Jack said.
Gray used the remotes to turn both vibrators on.
“Fuck!” Jack cried.
Mason’s hips twitched, and he bit his lip.
Gray brought the paddle down on his ass. “You’ve just earned two more strokes. I told you I wanted to hear everything, didn’t I?”
Mason nodded.
Gray paddled his ass again.
“I expect a more polite response.”
“Yes, sir.”
Gray gave him two more blows before switching his attention to Jack.
“Shit! That hurts,” Jack shouted.
“Goddamn right it hurts, and you love it.”
“Yes, sir. Please!” Jack begged.
Gray alternated between them, sometimes after just one blow each, sometimes spending more time on one before smacking the other. By the time he stopped, both their asses were bright red, and he’d reduced them to whimpering, squirming, and begging.
“Thank me,” he demanded.
“Thank you, sir,” Mason said.
Jack seemed too far gone to have heard him. He spanked him with an open hand.
“I told you to thank me.”
“Th-thank you.”
He spanked Jack again.
“Sir.”
“That’s an extra for you.”
Jack didn’t answer.
“Jack, are you all right?”
Jack opened his eyes. They looked glazed. He looked at Mason and smiled. “Burns,” he said.
“Your ass burns?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you need to use your safe word?”
“No, sir.”
Satisfied Jack was all right, just enjoying subspace, Gray put the paddle down and picked up the crop.
“Mason, you earned eight strokes. I’m going to give you those now. Fast and hard. Do not move.”
Mason drew in a shaky breath. “Sir?”
“Yes?”
“Would you put me on the bench? I don’t think I can stay still like this. I’m sorry, sir.”
“You’ll get two extra for inconveniencing me,” Gray said as he untied Mason’s wrists and ankles. He moved slowly, giving Mason time to use his safe word if he thought that was too much.
When Mason was untied, Gray massaged his wrists and ankles, then helped him up. He moved to the bench on wobbly legs.
“Jack, sit up and watch this,” Gray ordered.
Jack nearly fell over when he tried, but he managed to obey.
Gray snapped the wrist and ankle cuffs shut, securing Mason.
“Ten blows. Hard and fast. Can you take them?”
“Yes, sir.”
Mason sounded confident.
Gray brought the crop down, and Mason cried out. Gray didn’t stop until he’d cropped each of Mason’s cheeks five times.
Tears were running down Mason’s face at the end.
Gray stroked his head. “You did so good. You’re so beautiful with your ass like that.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Gray kissed him and then stood.
“I’d like you to stay there while I finish with Jack. Are you comfortable enough?”
Mason nodded. Gray didn’t make him speak. He took hold of Mason’s plug and pulled it out, making Mason suck in his breath.
“Your ass feels empty, doesn’t it?”
Mason nodded frantically.
“Jack’s cock is going to fill it once I’ve thoroughly used him.”
“Please,” Mason begged.
“Be good and wait.”
“Yes, sir.”
Gray untied Jack. “Stand up. Bend forward and brace your hands on the wall.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You get twelve strokes. Can you take them?”
“Y… Yes, sir.”
“Be sure.”
“I can, sir.”
“Good.”
Jack positioned himself, and Gray snapped the crop. Once. Twice. Jack cried out. Then Gray reached under him and removed his nipple clamps. He howled as sensation returned to his abused flesh. “Hurts. Shit. Hurts so fucking much.”
Gray brought the crop down again and again until Jack was screaming, begging him to stop.
Gray laid one last stroke on his ass. “Twelve.”
Jack gasped for air. “Fuck. Oh, fuck.”
Gray tugged on his plug. “Push out.”
Jack managed to obey. Gray tossed the plug onto the towel where he’d placed Mason’s.
“I’m going to fuck you now. Can you stay on your feet?”
“I… No, sir.”
Gray helped him get to his hands and knees on the mat.
“You can move, talk, yell, but don’t come. I made it to the car first, so I’ll be coming all over your ass. You’re going to save your load for Mason.”
“Y-yes, sir.”
Gray took hold of Jack’s hips and jerked him back as he drove into him.
“Fuck!” Jack shouted.
Gray didn’t give him time to adjust. He fucked him hard and fast until he was right on the edge. Then he pulled out and shot his load over Jack’s ass.
Mason whimpered at the sight. “So hot.”
Gray reached under Jack and undid his cock ring.
“Do you have the strength to fuck Mason now?”
“Yes, sir. Please let me fuck him, sir.”
Gray turned to Mason. “When he’s done, I’m going to make you come, but you’ll hold back until I say.”
“Yes, sir.”
Gray stayed on the mat. He’d watch from there. After coming so hard, his legs were too shaky to contemplate standing.
Jack rubbed his hands over Mason’s ass. “You look so good like this.”
Mason worked his hips against the bench. “Please, fuck me, Jack.”
“Fuck him as hard as I did you,” Gray demanded.
“Yes, sir.”
Mason cried out as Jack thrust deep, seating himself fully on the first stroke.
Jack didn’t slow down. He kept ramming himself deep into Mason as Mason writhed, whimpered, and begged for more.
“Fuck!” Jack cried. “Sir, may I come now? Please!”
Gray smiled at him, needing to
draw this out just a little more. “I’m not ready for that yet. I’m enjoying the show.”
Jack bit his lower lip and gripped Mason’s hips so hard, he was surely bruising them. Gray counted to thirty slowly, giving no indication how long Jack would have to wait.
“Come now, Jack,” he ordered suddenly.
Seconds later, Jack cried out and drove his hips against Mason’s ass in sharp jabs. When he was spent, Jack pulled out and looked at Gray.
“Sit down and watch us.”
Jack sat right where he was.
Gray uncuffed Mason and helped him stand. “Can you stay on your feet?”
He wavered, but Gray was there to steady him. When he was convinced Mason wasn’t going to pass out, he sank to his knees.
“You have my permission to come,” he said and then took Mason’s cock down his throat. In seconds, Mason’s climax hit, and Gray swallowed it all.
He didn’t think Mason could stay on his feet much longer, so he eased Mason down to the mat.
“Both of you, lie face down. I’m going to tend to your asses.”
He got a bottle of water for each of them and the salve that helped speed healing.
After they’d both had some water, he gently spread salve on their asses.
“Mmm,” Jack said, lifting up into his touch.
“You’re really in the mood to hurt today,” Gray said.
“I am.”
Gray worked the salve in. “God, I love how heat radiates from your skin.”
“I love that too,” Mason said as Gray began attending to him.
“We’ll see how you love it when you have to sit down tomorrow.”
Mason winced as Gray rubbed the reddest part.
“You really went hard on me.”
“I thought you needed it.”
Mason rolled over enough to look at him.
“I did.”
“I did too,” said Jack.
“Knowing that you’re in control, that you will take care of me, I love that. I love what you do for us.”
Jack nodded. “Gray, we love you. We love this. We’re so thankful we have you.”
Tears shimmered in their eyes, and Gray blinked, trying to hold his in at least until he’d finished with aftercare.
He set the jar of salve aside and laid a hand on each of their backs. “You do understand how this really works, don’t you?”
Mason gave him a confused look. “What do you mean?”
“I’m not really in control. It’s you. Both of you. You’re my life now. You have the power to break me. I can’t imagine living without you.”
They both pulled Gray down and held him tight. Tears rolled down his cheeks. Unlike at the wedding, he didn’t try to stop them.
“I love you,” Jack said, placing kisses along his hair line.
“I love you too,” Mason said. “I need you just as much. I can’t believe how much it’s meant to me finding you two.”
A few moments later, Gray pulled away. “All right. Enough of this sap fest.”
Jack snickered. “You started it.”
“So what if I did? You two need to drink some water, and there’s cake in there.” He pointed toward the kitchen.
“I thought we were freezing that for our anniversary,” Jack said.
“Who wants to eat freezer burned cake that’s been lying there for a year?”
“But it’s traditional,” Mason argued.
“Do you want to be spanked again?”
Mason’s mouth quirked up. “Is that a trick question?”
Gray scowled at him.
“What will we tell Maria? I know she’s going to ask if we followed her freezing instructions.”
Gray snorted. “I don’t give a fuck what you tell her. The truth works for me.”
“That you tied us up, tortured us, fucked us until we couldn’t move, and then devoured the cake?”
Gray glared at Jack. “I was going to share with you. Now, I’m not so sure.”
Jack rolled his eyes, and Mason grinned at both of them.
“I’m hungry,” Gray said.
Jack shook his head. “You’re impossible.”
“Now you’re really asking to be spanked again.”
“Maybe I am.”
Gray pointed toward the kitchen. “Cake first.”
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Silvia Violet writes erotic romance in a variety of genres including paranormal, contemporary, and historical. She can be found haunting coffee shops looking for the darkest, strongest cup of coffee she can find. Once equipped with the needed fuel, she can happily sit for hours pounding away at her laptop. Silvia typically leaves home disguised as a suburban stay-at-home-mom, and other coffee shop patrons tend to ask her hilarious questions like "Do you write children's books?" She loves watching the looks on their faces when they learn what she's actually up to. When not writing, Silvia enjoys baking sinfully delicious treats, exploring new styles of cooking, and reading to her incorrigible offspring.
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Titles by Silvia Violet
Revolutionary Temptation
Coming Clean
If Wishes Were Horses
Needing A Little Christmas
Astronomical
Meteor Strike
Fitting In
Fitting In
Sorting Out
Burning Up
Going Deep
Thorne and Dash
Professional Distance
Personal Entanglement
Perfect Alignment
Well-Tailored (A Thorne and Dash Companion Story)
Ames Bridge
Down on the Farm
The Past Comes Home (October 2017)
Tied to Home (December 2017)
Unexpected
Unexpected Rescue
Unexpected Trust
Unexpected Engagement
Law and Supernatural Order
Sex on the Hoof
Paws on Me
Dinner at Foxy’s
Hoofing’ It To The Altar
Wild R Farm
Finding Release
Arresting Love
Embracing Need
Taming Tristan
Willing Hands
Shifting Hearts
Wild R Christmas
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