Leashes & Lace Books 1-3: MM Romance Boxed Set

by Shaw Montgomery

  Being good was hard.

  And Roman wasn’t trying to make it any easier. He leaned into the car, resting a hand high on my leg, and took my mouth in a heated kiss. By the time he pulled back, his hand was cupping my cock.

  “My brat’s still hard. That’s my good boy.” Roman’s fingers teased at the head of my dick, sending fireworks up my spine.

  The pleasure made me squirm, which nudged the plug and started the whole process over again…each time sending me higher and making it almost impossible for me to think. Roman’s voice was thick with desire when he pulled his hand away, but nothing he felt could come close to matching my desperation.

  “So sexy when you’re so needy, Brat.” Straightening, he took my hand as he stood. “Come on, I don’t think I want to wait anymore to make love to you.”

  My legs didn’t want to work, and the way my butt rubbed against the seat as I moved only made my knees weaker. Roman loved it. The delight and arousal in his voice were clear. “I’ve been hard for hours, knowing how sexy your ass looks with the toy and your red bottom from the spanking.”

  Fuck.

  He’d been hard for hours?

  Before my brain could work enough to make a smart-ass remark that would only get me in trouble, I was saved by the moan that echoed through the garage as I stood. The sudden shift had sparks shooting off in me, and I almost came.

  Knees shaking, it took more willpower than I’d thought I had to keep from coming. Roman’s hands came around me, but his idea of helping was to press my body tightly against his. It put his cock precariously close to mine, which only made it harder to focus.

  “My needy brat. It’s going to feel so good when I slide into you, isn’t it?” Roman’s words sent shivers down my spine. “I’m going to spread you out and tie you to the bed, then I’m going to suck on that sexy dick of yours, and if you’re very good, I’ll slide out the plug and fuck you with my tongue.”

  It was sexy.

  It was insane.

  It was more than I could handle.

  My hips thrust forward, and I started grinding myself against him. Roman’s hand came down on my ass, but the flash of pain only made it more perfect. “Please…please…Sir…”

  “Naughty brat.” One hand moved to pin me to his body so I couldn’t thrust against him, and his other spanked my still-tender ass. “Do you get to play with yourself like that?”

  “No, but—”

  Roman’s voice cut through my desperate pleas. “No excuse. You know better than that. I think I’m going to have to remind you who controls your pleasure.”

  Fuck.

  “I’m sorry, please let me come. I was so good earlier. I took my punishment, and I was so good. And—” I’d have kept going, but the touch of his lips to mine silenced me.

  As he kissed me, some of the panic receded, but the knowledge I’d disobeyed frustrated me. I’d been within seconds of being fucked. When he pulled back, I expected to hear his punishment, and the declaration that I wouldn’t get to come.

  He constantly surprised me.

  “You did take your punishment well, and I can feel how needy you are, so I’m going to let you come. But you’re not getting out of your punishment, do you understand?” Roman’s heated gaze never left my face, and I could see that the thought of punishing me turned him on, but I couldn’t deny that it made my cock even harder to imagine what he was going to do to me.

  “Yes, Sir.” The words came out shaky, and I could hear the desire echoing in my voice, but I knew I deserved it…and I knew I wanted it.

  The curse of being a brat.

  “I was going to take you upstairs and make love to you, but now I don’t think you deserve that, Brat.” The words should have made me nervous, but the look on his face made my knees weak, and I couldn’t wait to see what he would do.

  I knew one day he’d make love to me slowly and tenderly; it just might take us a while to get the explosive need under control long enough. There was no rush, though. As I’d gotten to know him better and seen more of who he really was, seeing us together in the long run had become easier.

  Roman wasn’t going to fuck and run.

  He might drive me crazy and push me to the edge, but he was going to be there while I shattered and hold me while the pieces came together again.

  As Roman started walking us toward the door, I thought he was going to make me walk all the way upstairs, and I wasn’t sure if my legs would take me that far. The way the plug rubbed against my prostate and the way his hands wandered over my ass made it almost impossible to take even a few steps.

  I’d orgasm all over the stairs, if I even managed to make it that far.

  Roman either decided to take it easy on me or he was too turned on to wait as well, because after he ran a hand over the hood of the car, I found myself chest down against the paint with my ass in the air. His hands palmed my cheeks and all I could do was moan.

  “Let me see that sexy ass.” Not arching out fast enough had him smacking it again.

  “That’s better.” The soothing, pleased tone had me almost purring. Spanking or not, he was my Dom. And making him happy sent almost as much pleasure through me as the plug had.

  When he reached around my hips and unbuttoned my pants, all I could do was moan and whine. I didn’t care what he did or how he did it, I just wanted to be fucked and to come. The nagging worry about my punishment only added spice to the already erotic encounter.

  The dirty air of the garage made me feel naughty as he shoved my pants down and bared my ass. Did he know how much it would turn me on, or was it simply his fantasy? The idea that he was doing it simply because it got him off made my cock jerk and start leaking precum on the concrete floor.

  Fuck.

  I was so caught up in the fantasy and in the need that I didn’t even think about a condom and lube until I heard the sound of another little packet being opened. I wasn’t sure if he was a Boy Scout in a former life, or just overconfident, but I was glad he’d gone to dinner prepared.

  The plug slid out of me in one smooth motion that had a whine escaping. I wasn’t empty for long, though. As soon as the toy was gone, Roman’s finger entered me, and it wasn’t long before it was two and then three fingers.

  All I could do was writhe as I desperately tried to keep myself from fucking back onto him. Roman kept up a flood of dirty words, telling me how tight my ass was and about how good it was going to feel when he fucked me…every wicked syllable was simply designed to send me higher.

  When his fingers pulled out, there was a moment’s relief from the beautiful stretch, but it didn’t take long for the aching need to crash back over me again. I wanted the burn as he shoved his cock into me. I wanted to feel full and know that he was using me for his pleasure. I wanted to feel taken and claimed as he pounded into me.

  Roman’s cock pressed against my hole, and before I could even breathe, he’d bottomed out in me, fucking all the air from my lungs. It was incredible. It was just enough pain to make it even more perfect, and the way his cock rubbed over my prostate had me crying out so loud I knew my neighbors would hear.

  He only waited a moment for me to adjust before he started moving again, thrusting into me in an almost punishing rhythm that had me moaning and babbling out all kinds of crazy things. I wasn’t some fragile doll in panties that was just to look at. He merely shoved the silken fabric aside and fucked me like he owned me.

  I was his, and he knew it.

  As the pleasure started to build, everything grew hazy around the edges and the only thing that kept me from sinking away was the occasional slap to my ass and the feel of his cock caressing my prostate.

  Eventually, all I could do was shake and arch my ass up, desperately pleading for more. My words wouldn’t work and everything was narrowing down to just the pleasure racing through me. When he finally spoke the word I’d been craving for hours, I almost missed it.

  “Now, Brat.” His hand came down on my ass again, and he changed h
is angle just enough to peg my prostate with his cock, sending me flying.

  My orgasm crashed over me and all I could do was lie on the warm car and shake as he kept up the insane waves of pleasure. Every thrust sent me higher until there was nothing but his dick inside me and the sensation that was whirling through me.

  When it finally started to recede, I felt Roman’s thrusts falter and I knew he was coming. He was the type of Dom who’d want to mark me, and I knew eventually I’d be taken out to dinner with his cum plugged deep inside me. But the thought of tests and discussions was pushed to the back burner as his almost punishing grip turned tender, and his hands started rubbing long, soothing strokes up my back.

  His cock finally eased out of me, and I was too tired to even move. Roman leaned down and kissed my cheek. “I’ll be right back, baby.”

  Roman stepped away with one last caress, and I heard the car door open, the dinging noise distracting enough to pull me away from my stupor. When the car jostled, I finally sighed and opened one eye. The goof was getting napkins out of the glove compartment.

  When he had the condom off, he came back over to me, and unfortunately, wanted me to function. We needed a futon out here or something if he wanted to have garage sex more often…and tissues.

  “Come here, Brat, let’s get you upstairs.” Roman’s soothing words made me frown. Probably not the reaction he was expecting.

  “I’m tired. I don’t want to walk.” Pouting, I sighed as he ignored me and started straightening my clothes. When he had me dressed enough that I could walk without tripping over my pants, he started moving us toward the stairs.

  “But the bedroom is so far away.” Why did I have such a big house?

  “But if you walk upstairs like a good boy, I’ll help you get undressed and tuck you in.”

  “But it’s not late enough to go to bed.” It might have been, but I wasn’t sure. The pleasure had kept me from really grasping how much time had passed.

  Roman chuckled and put a hand on my back as he walked us up the stairs. “It’s late enough for us to lie down and cuddle.”

  I would have complained, I had a great comeback about being too young to just cuddle, but I yawned instead, ruining it.

  Damn it.

  “Yup, you’re tired.”

  “I’m not tired.” And that sounded like a whiny kid who needed a nap.

  Damn it.

  Finally making it to the bedroom, I waited, still pouting, while Roman started stripping off my clothes. Smiling, he kissed my forehead, not worried about my drama. “Do you want a shower?”

  “Maybe later.” The bed wasn’t sounding that bad anymore.

  “Okay, that sounds like a good idea.” He looked earnest, but he didn’t sound like he believed me.

  Complaining was a lot of work, though, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to expend the effort. Once I was naked, Roman walked me over to the bed and tucked me in. Leaning back into the comfort of my pillows, I gave him a long look. I was not going to be the only one in bed.

  He grinned and started stripping off his clothes before climbing in with me. Wrapping himself around me, I expected him to say something sweet or loving. Nope.

  “Before you go to bed, we’re going to start your punishment, Brat.” He said it like he was talking about something romantic.

  I wasn’t smart enough to keep my mouth shut.

  “What kind of punishment?”

  I was a moron.

  Roman’s hand came down to rest on my still-soft cock. “How do you think your panties will look with a cock cage under them?”

  Chapter 17

  Roman

  “I’m still not sure this is a good idea.” Looking in the mirror at where Eli was lounging on my bed, I straightened my tie.

  “You’re right.” He frowned at me, but it was ruined by the drama queen sound in his voice. “That tie is overkill, definitely a bad idea.”

  “Hey, I look good in this suit, and this is an expensive tie.” It wasn’t too fancy but gave the impression that I was taking the meeting seriously.

  Eli groaned and threw himself back on the pillows. “It’s just a meeting with Preston, not the president of a bank or a Fortune 500 company. You are entirely too worked up about this.”

  “Are you asking for a spanking, Brat?”

  Eli was quiet for a moment. “Maybe.”

  “Stressful day?” In the three weeks we’d been seeing each other, I’d learned that he only got that snarky when he was overly tired, bored, or overworked. Sometimes it was a combination of all three.

  “Yes.” He closed his eyes and took a long breath. “Long week. My mother has called three times and won’t take no for an answer about visiting her again. But there just isn’t time.”

  “If this is about my stuff—”

  He broke in, shaking his head. “No, it’s everything. Preston’s overworking himself. I need to step up and take on more of a real role at the company, so he can take a vacation. I’m almost done with the master’s program, but this last part is crazy. And I found a new line of fetish wear that I absolutely love, but I need to find out more about the company. I don’t have the time to take a week off and play Elijah for her. She needs a freakin’ hobby.”

  “She does have a hobby—trying to get Elijah married.” When Eli had first started explaining his ultra-boring alter ego, I’d thought he was crazy. But as he began letting me into his life more, I started to understand.

  Not that I approved, but I didn’t have the healthiest relationship with my family, so I couldn’t say much. Eli had initially been worried that I’d be angry or disappointed that he wasn’t ready to talk to his family about us, but when he wasn’t even out to them, me losing my marbles over the fact that they didn’t know we were a couple was stupid.

  And it wasn’t like I was a meet-the-parents kind of guy.

  That was always awkward, and I wasn’t expecting the first time I met his family to go any better. When googling my name meant seeing all about my sex life, I wasn’t expecting it to be something that went over well.

  “Elijah is exhausted and wants to fade away. He’s tired of existing.”

  And Eli’s habit about referring to Elijah as another person was odd, to say the least. “It’s up to you, Brat. But she’s not going to drop it.”

  His mother was like a dog with a bone. One of those little yappy ones that bit. She thought she would get her way no matter what and expected people to just see her as cute and sweet. But I’d been bitten by one of those angry fluffy dogs as a kid, so I was expecting the claws to come out at any time.

  Eli hoped that she would accept who he was and what he wanted once he was ready to tell her, but he’d also made it clear that he had a family at Leashes and Lace who would support him if she went all batshit crazy on him.

  “I know. I’ll figure it out.” He didn’t glance over at me as I started to move around the room, but he stilled, so I knew there was something else he was waiting to say. Finally, it came out. “I don’t want to even pretend to date other people over there. And I don’t like the idea of being away from you when I won’t even have enough privacy to call.”

  He glanced over like he was expecting a reaction. I wasn’t sure what was going through his mind, so I walked over and sat down on the bed. Leaning close, I gave him a kiss. “We’ve had this conversation before. What did I say?”

  A smile finally started to form. “That you’d understand and see any socializing I had to do over there was something completely platonic. But that if I even thought about kissing someone without your permission, you’d tan my hide and leave me in the cock cage indefinitely.”

  “I knew you remembered.” Laughing at Eli’s mocking tone, I reached down to pat the cage he was wearing again.

  My drama queen hadn’t gotten enough sleep earlier in the week and had gone completely off the rails, driving everyone nuts. So he’d gone back in the cage. He’d griped and whined but had lain calmly as I’d locked his cock away, so I understoo
d he hadn’t meant it.

  Eli liked knowing that someone cared enough to rein him in occasionally.

  “How much longer?” He gave me a pout and snuggled close, trying to look cute and tempting.

  It was closer to working than he realized. “You know the answer to that too.”

  “But two more days? That’s forever.”

  “Then you shouldn’t have made the pizza boy cry.” Saying that sentence still made me want to shake my head.

  “I said I was sorry…and he must’ve been having a bad day for that kind of reaction.” Eli’s pout seemed more genuine, but it wasn’t going to get him out of the cage.

  “That’s not the point.”

  “I know.” Sighing, Eli leaned in and gave me a kiss. “You’re going to be late if you don’t finish getting ready. No dawdling any longer.”

  “Smarty-pants.” Reluctantly standing and moving my hand away from his trapped cock, I gave myself one last look in the mirror.

  I didn’t look too dressed up, did I?

  Preston had called recently and had said he wanted to discuss the idea of me coming back to work for Leashes and Lace now that Eli and I weren’t trying to verbally eviscerate one another. I’d gotten a kick out of the way he’d phrased it, but I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea.

  When I’d approached Eli, he’d said I was stupid and worried too much.

  After that ringing endorsement of my intellect, we’d sat down and discussed it like real adults, much to Eli’s frustration. He’d thought the whole thing was ridiculous and didn’t see a problem. Once we’d talked about the what-ifs and about the different possibilities, I’d felt more comfortable, but I still wasn’t sure it was a good idea.

  Eli again called me a moron, which earned him the spanking that he’d been craving, and I’d agreed to the meeting. I knew Preston would have questions, primarily regarding how sure I was that I could function with Eli, but I thought we were at a good enough place in our relationship that it would be fine.

  As much as I teased him about trying to push us into getting married, we weren’t rushing into anything. We’d had a long discussion to make sure we were on the same page about everything from limits to spelling out that we were serious and weren’t going to date other people.