I batted my eyelashes at the boys and sighed. “He says the sweetest things.”
They were smiling, but the way their eyes were darting between us said they thought we were a little insane. But at least they weren’t nervous any longer.
* * * * *
“Oh, you’re so cute.” I was being honest, but they didn’t seem pleased.
Dillon groaned. “We’re not looking for cute.”
I popped one hip out and rested my hand on it. “Would you rather I make dirty comments about how hot you are and what a Dom might do to you, or are you okay with cute?”
River laughed and did a twirl so I could see the back of the tiny black shorts he was wearing that left most of his ass hanging out. “I’ll take both.”
Rolling his eyes, Dillon was doing his best to hide his smile. “You need a Master.”
That had me grinning. “Yes, because he’s going to love the way you’ll drive him crazy.”
River giggled and wiggled his ass before giving Dillon a kiss on the cheek. “We’re going to find the best Master eventually. But until then we’re going to have fun.”
“And the best way to have fun and make memories to show your Master is with sexy pictures.” I made a grand sweep of my hand toward the living room. “And your photographer awaits. They’re going to look great.”
They were photogenic and I knew as long as we could keep them comfortable, their personalities would show up beautifully on camera. “Come on.”
Leading them toward the living room, I kept my step light and a smile on my face. “They look absolutely delicious. The pictures are going to turn out wonderfully.”
Roman had his back to us as he snorted. “Let me decide how the pictures are going to turn out, brat.”
As he turned, his eyes flared and we both knew I was right. I stepped behind the boys and let my hands rest on their shoulders. “See, don’t they look absolutely yummy?”
Roman’s nod had them blushing faintly, but it wasn’t enough.
I scoffed. “What kind of Dom are you? Two sexy, sweet subs standing here in the cutest little shorts and you just nod?”
As River giggled, I sighed. “He’s too polite sometimes.”
Dillon couldn’t seem to decide what to say, so he stayed silent. But he didn’t pull away, which I thought was a good sign.
Leaning closer to River, I grinned and dropped my voice. “We don’t want Doms too polite, do we?”
Barely holding back another giggle, River shook his head, so I kept teasing. “Doms should look at sexy subs like they want to eat them up. I know the growly bear over there is mine, but he should at least show you he sees how sexy you are.”
Roman huffed which had River giggling again, but as Roman let the professional mask he wore slide away for just a moment, I felt a shiver go through River. “One day you’re going to have your own Dom who looks at you like you’re the center of the world. Have fun and flirt with someone like Roman, but don’t settle for anything less than obsessive love.”
River turned his head and kissed my cheek. “I can’t wait.”
Dillon didn’t respond to my statement, but he was smiling as he turned his head to look at me. “Obsessive, huh?”
Straightening, I nodded and shifted my gaze to Roman’s heated stare. I let him see my love and passion and all the crazy things he made me feel. “Absolutely obsessive.”
Turning back to the cute subs, I smiled. “But for now, have fun and drive the men who are going to be tripping all over you completely crazy.”
Dillon rolled his eyes. “Men aren’t throwing themselves at us.”
I scoffed. “They will be.”
Then, pushing them toward the setup, I smiled. “Let’s celebrate your anniversary in true BDSM style.”
I earned smiles and giggles as the boys went over to the backdrop. There was still a hint of the nerves that I’d seen when they’d come out of the bathroom, but I knew the rest would fall away as they got used to being in front of the camera.
As the shoot started, Roman caught shy smiles as they cuddled against each other. It wasn’t overtly sexual, even though all the touching and being watched was clearly having an effect on the two of them…especially River.
When I could feel the nervous tension finally leave the room and I knew they were right at the point where new models finally got comfortable, I stepped closer. It was time to heat things up. They wanted a BDSM shoot, but didn’t quite know how to get it, and I knew Roman would be too careful with them because of their inexperience.
Moving behind him and just to the side, I spoke up as he paused. “I want you both to kneel. Dillon right behind River. Yes, just like that.”
Dillon was just a hair taller than River, but it worked perfectly because it looked almost like he was curled around River. Roman gave a faint nod as he started to move again, so I focused on the boys and did my best to stay out of Roman’s way.
Letting my voice go low and sexy, I inched up the heat in the room. “Wrap your arms around him, Dillon. Show your Master what sexy boys he’s going to get. He already knows how sweet you are, but now it’s time to tempt him.”
River was the first to respond to the desire in my voice. As he leaned back into Dillon’s touch, I could see his body starting to respond even more. The half-hard cock in the tiny briefs was now fully erect and straining the soft fabric.
They were beautiful together…but I knew they wanted more.
I could feel it in the way they looked at the camera and sent inquisitive glances at Roman when they thought he wasn’t looking. My rough Dom might be more than they could handle, but they weren’t afraid of him…no, they were very curious.
“Look at the camera. Your Dom is right there watching you.” They let out barely audible moans as the sexual tension in the room started to rise.
“You know what he’s going to want to see if he’s fallen for two sweet subs, don’t you?” Dillon didn’t connect the dots as fast as River did. When he realized what I’d hinted at, his needy sounds grew louder.
“Us touching.” River might have been the giggly one who came off as inexperienced and sweet, but he was also the dirtier of the two.
“That’s right. No Master is going to have two subs as sexy as you are and not make them perform for him.” As I teased them, I could feel Roman’s desire growing.
He was good at keeping it in check, so the boys probably didn’t realize how turned on he was, but he’d already had a head start because of the interrupted blow job.
It was now Dillon’s turn to moan and shift behind River. He might not be as wicked as River, but I had a feeling his sweetie could talk him into just about anything. As River squirmed against him, Dillon’s hands started to stroke his chest. It was an automatic response, but it was perfect.
“That’s right. That’s what your Master wants to see.” As I encouraged the two dirty love birds, River’s eyelids lowered just enough to give him a sleepy, sexy look. “Play with his nipples, Dillon. Show your Master how pretty River is when he’s excited.”
They were so in sync with each other that Dillon’s hands seemed to move on their own. He knew just how to make River moan and writhe.
The almost inaudible noises that Roman made as he continued to quietly shoot said he knew how good the photos would turn out. I’d worked with him long enough to know those sounds and the look on his face.
River’s head fell back against Dillon’s shoulder and he let out the sexiest gasp that had me wanting to adjust myself.
But I was being good, so I focused back on my sweet boys.
“Take your right hand and start moving it down his chest, Dillon.” The anticipation and excitement went up in the quiet room as Dillon moved to obey me. I could feel how much River wanted to come and how much he was enjoying being the center of everyone’s attention.
“Tease just around the edge of those sexy briefs he’s wearing, Dillon, but don’t give him what he wants just yet.” Dillon might have been the one doin
g the touching, but the look on his face made it clear he was following his Dom’s instructions.
They looked so submissive and needy they made me want to find the perfect Dom for them.
How had they not been snapped up already?
“Yes, that’s a good boy, Dillon.” His eyes went soft and needy at the words.
I wasn’t sure if it was the praise or just being called boy, but something had hit his buttons, so I played to it. “Your Master thinks you’re a good boy too. He’s smiling, but it’s a wicked, dirty smile. He loves seeing his boys together.”
The sounds they made had me wanting to squirm. I might have been pushing them a bit, but everything I was telling them to do fell under the rules we’d set to begin with, so I didn’t feel guilty. I was going to make sure they got the pictures they’d dreamed of. “Be a good boy for him and reach inside River’s briefs. Stroke his cock softly. Master doesn’t want him to come just yet.”
No matter how needy and desperate River looked as Dillon reached into his briefs and wrapped his hand around his lover’s cock, we weren’t anywhere near ready for either of them to come. We had a long, fun afternoon ahead of us.
* * * * *
As I shut the door, all I could think of was how good it was going to feel when Roman bent me over the couch. Unfortunately, as I turned and threw myself at him, he had other ideas.
Snorting, he wrapped his arms around me. “You were naughty. Teasing those boys. Turning them on and making them squirm.”
I shivered as his rough, sexy voice washed through me. “They were so cute. I had to flirt with them. But I was good. I didn’t push them too far and I didn’t touch anyone. I was sooo good, Master, and the photos are going to be incredible.”
Roman gave a rough laugh. “So I shouldn’t punish you because you were just flirting to get pictures?”
What answer would get me fucked and spanked?
“They were shy, Master. I was helping them loosen up.” I gave him a cute pout. “I’m sorry if flirting was naughty, Master.”
Bingo.
His hands dipped low and grabbed my ass. “I’m going to have to make sure you remember who you belong to, brat.”
Oh yes, I was getting a spanking.
One hand moved to stroke my head. “But first, you have something to finish, don’t you?”
With the barest pressure of his hand to my head, I sank to my knees. Looking up, I licked my lips and gave him a needy, submissive look I knew he’d love. “I’m sorry for being naughty, Master.”
Oh yes, I was going to get my spanking eventually, but I was going to have fun playing with him first.
Nuzzling my face against his cloth-covered erection, I gave it a submissive kiss that had him moaning sexy threats under his breath. He might not completely believe I was this submissive, but the game was fun and he thought it was hot.
Easing back, I gave it one last kiss before reaching up and slowly opening his pants. As they slid down his thighs, I pulled his boxer briefs down and watched as his erection sprang out temptingly. Inching forward, I wrapped my lips around his cock as his hands stroked over my head.
Sucking gently, I slowly took him deep into my mouth as his fingers gripped me tighter. He wasn’t going to let me take my time. Master wasn’t going to wait.
As he roughly started fucking my throat, I had to grip my thighs to keep from pulling my dick out and finishing myself off. I might have had fun driving everyone else crazy today, but I’d taken myself along for the ride too.
Roman’s moans grew louder as he fucked me harder until everything was a haze but his ownership and the pleasure at being so completely used. By the time I could feel his cock start to throb and I knew he was close, all I wanted was to swallow him down.
As he exploded, I kept milking his cock, wanting to give him every drop of pleasure I could. By the time Roman pulled away, still holding my head tight, he was all I could think of. “Such a good boy.”
Roman stroked over my head, finally relaxing his grip just to pull me up into his arms. “My sexy, wonderful, insane sub.”
I melted against him as he took my mouth in a long, heated kiss. I knew we weren’t anywhere near done, but for the moment I soaked up his touch and the love he was pouring into me. Our relationship would never be conventional, but who needed smooth sailing when the rapids were much more fun and the rewards were so much better.
~~~
Lane
Leashes & Lace
Shaw Montgomery
Published by Shaw Montgomery, 2018
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
LANE
First edition. July 2018.
Copyright 2018 Shaw Montgomery
Written by Shaw Montgomery
Chapter 1
Tattoo Guy
“It’s not stalking—it’s getting coffee.” The voice coming from behind me wasn’t as quiet as the speaker probably thought it was, because even though it was low, it was still perfectly clear in the busy coffee shop.
“It’s stalking when you do it just to follow someone.” Where the first voice had been teasing and slightly sarcastic, the second was…sweeter somehow. Even if the words had been boring, I think the difference would’ve drawn my attention.
“It would be stalking if you kept obsessively walking past a store and trying to follow him home.” There was an unsaid duh in the voice that made me want to laugh. But since I seemed to be the object of their not-stalking, I thought it might be inappropriate, or chase them off. Neither of which was the goal at that point.
The second voice still sounded skeptical. “Okay, yeah…that’s really stalking, but I think this counts too.”
“It’s not like we’re here every day. Three times a week isn’t stalking.” There was a confidence in the first voice that made me want to grin. Even if the topic was crazy, he was firmly convinced he was right. While the second one wasn’t putting up much of a fight, I had a feeling that whatever they were doing, it was all the first voice’s idea.
“I’m not sure there’s a weekly limit on stalking sessions. I mean, even if you just do it once a week, I think it still counts.” There was an earnestness and almost innocence about the second voice that made me want to turn around and see who it belonged to.
Which was even stranger than the actual conversation I was overhearing.
Especially since the voice belonged to a man.
“There have to be weekly limits, otherwise if you just ended up at the same grocery store as someone else on a regular basis then you could consider it stalking.” I could almost picture the first voice rolling his eyes. There was no way I would be able to keep a straight face, as funny as they were. But thankfully, they were behind me and wouldn’t be able to tell.
“No, I’m pretty sure it’s the intent that matters.” I had to put down my drink as the second guy spoke, because even though I was trying not to laugh, my hand was still shaking.
The first voice grunted, clearly thinking the second guy was crazy. “Do you want to get your fix of all that tattooed sexiness, or do you want to be a functional adult? You can’t have it both ways.”
A grin broke out across my face. Tattooed sexiness, huh? And I wasn’t sure what stalking had to do with being an adult; the possibility of jail time probably shouldn’t be a deciding factor of whether to count yourself as an adult.
But did that mean the new guy was too young to date?
The randomness of the question had my grin fading. Why did I even care how old he might be?
“Don’t forget to drink your coffee. If we get back to work and you haven’t had any, they’re going to ask us what we were doing here so long.” The owner of the first voice definitely had more experience with being devious. “Remember the other day, you had to throw out almost an entire mocha.”
The second guy sighed. “But I was distracted. He had that other guy with him, and I couldn’t tell what they were talking ab
out.”
My brain flashed to the meeting he’d watched. I’d been talking with Stan, the owner of the shop I worked at. We’d been talking about the possibility of me buying into the business. It had been an intense discussion, so I could understand how my stalker had gotten distracted and how I’d never noticed.
“And that’s why I told you we had to sit closer. If you want to learn more about him, you’re either going to have to get a tattoo or sit closer. You just picked sitting closer.” The first voice sounded like he thought getting the tattoo was a better idea. Curious.
“Tattoos are permanent. I think he’s hot and sweet, but that’s no reason to have him shoot needles into my body.” Okay, so the second voice wasn’t sold on tattoos yet. Not that I wanted him to get one just because he was curious about me.
Which was still incredibly interesting. I wasn’t sure I'd ever been stalked before, especially by someone who’d even considered getting a tattoo just to get closer to me.
Although the first voice was right, I wasn’t sure I’d call timing our coffee trips to coincide as stalking. The first guy snorted. “I saw you browsing around tattoo options yesterday. Don’t give me that shit. We both know you’ve been thinking about getting one since you first saw the guy.”
“That doesn’t matter. Even if I go in and get one that I absolutely love, I’d think of him every time I saw the tattoo and that would just be terrible. He’s probably a straight guy who’s married to a sexy blonde biker chick who’s the mother of his three children. I’m not delusional, just stalking.”
“It’s okay. We all have to fall for a straight guy at least once. It’s some kind of rule. Especially when it's someone polite and covered in tattoos.” I couldn’t tell if the first voice was serious or not, but I had a feeling he was just trying to make the second guy feel better.
I wasn’t covered in tattoos. I just had a couple.
“You’re right.” He sounded like it was the worst thing in the world. “I actually have a date with a real person this weekend. One my mother set me up with…some guy from her church, or maybe it was her hairdresser, I don’t remember. We’re supposed to go out to dinner.”
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