by Luna, David
Clearing his throat, he asked, “What do you do for work?”
Pride filled Quinn’s face. “I’m actually about six months into an internship at Ashes to Moon Gallery over on Arbutus Street.”
“Oh, wow. I know that place. My best friend, Andy, is an art teacher and basically lives for art. He’s dragged me there so many times over the years. What position are you interning for?”
“The curator’s position. It’s my ultimate career goal.”
Clearly, talking about his career was good for Quinn, if his grin was anything to go by. “You remind me of Andy. He lights up just like you when he talks about art too.”
“Well, isn’t that a gorgeous smile on you, boy.”
Quinn and Jamie were both startled out of their private conversation by the guy who appeared beside them. Jamie looked over to see two men, not one. Ah… Drew and Morgan.
Quinn smiled, but then it was like he realized what he was doing, or whom he was doing it to, and stopped.
“Thank you, Drew,” Quinn replied in a pleasant but bland tone. Jamie watched, fascinated.
“Quinn, it’s nice to see you again.” The heated look Morgan passed over Quinn didn’t go unnoticed by anyone, and suddenly, Jamie felt like the fourth wheel. He squirmed, somehow getting turned on by watching the chemistry between these men.
“It’s nice to see you as well, Morgan. How have you both been?”
“Good, and even better now.”
“Jamie, it’s nice to see you’re not hiding anymore.” Morgan tore his eyes away from Quinn, winking at Jamie, making him flush with embarrassment. Morgan was the one who had caught him watching them that day. Definitely humiliating.
Jamie opened his mouth to apologize when he saw Ronan approaching. Ronan walked up behind the couch, placing his hands on Jamie’s shoulders. “Drew, Morgan. Late again.” Ronan chuckled.
Drew raised his hands in defense. “Hey, it’s not my fault.” Morgan rolled his eyes, then turned toward Drew. Jamie couldn’t hear what was happening because suddenly he didn’t have just Ronan’s hands on his shoulders. Now, Ronan’s lips and breath ghosted over his ear.
“How are you doing, boy?”
Closing his eyes, Jamie let out a breath as more arousal shuddered through him. This time, solely caused by Ronan. “I’m doing good,” he replied quietly.
Then Ronan had a hand on Jamie’s chin, tipping it up and back as he leaned over and looked directly into his eyes. He was smiling. “I was watching you. You’re very sexy when you’re turned on.”
Jamie felt a little embarrassed but mostly pleased that Ronan had noticed that even from across the room.
“You are, aren’t you, boy? I bet you’re half hard in those tight pants.”
Jamie moaned and nodded.
“Hmmm, so responsive.” Ronan ran a finger up and down Jamie’s cheek to the pulse point in his neck and back up. The whole time their eyes remained just on each other, making the room around them blur to nothing. “Things are going to start soon. A couple of the guys have scenes planned already and have spoken to me about them. Do you have any questions before that happens?”
Jamie thought through the sensual haze Ronan had put him in. “Maybe. Probably.”
Ronan grinned, then let go of Jamie. He was confused at first until he watched Ronan walk around the sofa and sit next to him, grabbing his hand. “Let’s try this again. You remember your safewords, right?”
“Yes, Sir. Green, yellow, and red.”
“Good. What are you right now, boy?”
“Green, Sir.”
“I have plans for you. Do not be afraid to use them at any moment if you need to.”
“I won’t, Sir.” Jamie smiled, wondering what plans Ronan had.
“First, once the scenes start, you are to address me as Sir only, understood?”
“Yes, Sir. I understand,” Jamie replied.
“Geoff and Misha have a scene planned with Brad tonight. It’s a role-playing scene, of course.” Jamie nodded, remembering the last time he’d seen Mischa playing a role in a scene. His cock started to harden. “Zach, in his role as Callie, will be serving everyone tonight. That is Knox and Zach’s scene. The others know the rules. They can grab, spank, grope, and all-around tease him in nearly any way but that’s the extent of it.”
“I understand.”
Ronan grabbed the nape of Jamie’s neck roughly, pulling him forward, smashing their lips together. Jamie could only grab ahold of Ronan’s arms and submit to the pleasure he was heaping on him.
Then, just as soon as it started, it ended.
“Let’s go.” Ronan stood and held out a hand for Jamie to take. Jamie grasped the offered hand and stood.
“Where are we going?”
“To join the others. You can’t sit alone in the corner the whole night.”
“But wait, what about Qu—” Jamie looked over his shoulder, noticing Quinn was not where he’d last seen him. “Where’d Quinn go?”
Ronan pointed to the wall with the closed curtains. “Right there.”
Quinn, with his back to the wall, stood flanked by Drew and Morgan. The trio were standing close as Drew had his fingers tugging gently on the hair at the base of Quinn’s neck, and Morgan spoke with a serious but heated look on his face.
Ronan and Jamie stopped by another lounge area made up of high-back chairs, a loveseat, and a few large pillows on the floor. Ronan sat on the loveseat, tugging Jamie down with him.
Jeremiah, shirtless with a black and red-trimmed leather harness on, sat on one of the high-back chairs with both Michael and Robbie at his feet—each on one of the large pillows and decked out in full puppy gear—as Jeremiah pet and touched them at random. Leather knee pads covered their knees, wide leather collars graced their necks, and Robbie had a black tail that matched Michael’s, but their puppy hoods were very different. Michael’s was a mix of leather and metal that covered his whole head, the metal creating the puppy-snout shape. Robbie’s was all leather and only covered his nose to his chin, much like a surgical mask doctors wore.
Brad sat in another high-back chair, his chest naked other than a leather harness with silver metal wrapped around him, with Misha sitting on his lap as he whispered in his ear. Geoff was in the chair next to them, watching with a stern but heated expression on his face. Brad’s hands weren’t in any polite-for-public places, making Jamie flush and turn away.
The seating area was somewhat spacious with paths between each piece of furniture to walk around. There were dark, wooden end tables and a low dark metal coffee table placed in the center of it all.
“Zach,” Knox said loudly, catching the attention of everyone around them as he casually sat with his legs crossed and his hands folded neatly in his lap. Zack had been standing to the right, slightly behind Knox’s chair, with his hands behind his back and eyes on the floor.
He walked around to face Knox, not once looking up. Jamie could see the embarrassment written all over his face from the attention he was getting. “Yes, Sir.”
“You are to serve our friends tonight. Are you still okay with the rules and boundaries we discussed?”
“Yes, Sir,” Zach mumbled.
“I don’t think that was clear enough, pet.”
“Yes, Sir,” Zach replied, a little louder but with a hint of anger in his voice.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. No one can hear you.” Knox stood, tipping Zach’s chin up, he asked, “Who are you?”
Jamie could only describe the look Zach had as humiliation, the thing Zach hated to love.
“Callie, Sir,” he said with the anger still clear in his voice.
“Good, pet. You need to turn around, and tell them you’re their slutty girl tonight, and you can’t wait for them to tease your needy little kitty and tits.”
Hesitantly, Callie turned to face the group. Her face was flushed still, wanting and not wanting to do what Knox was telling her to do.
“I’m your slutty girl tonight. I can’t wait for you to t
ease my…my needy little…kitty and tits.” Callie’s voice was breathy.
Knox was now behind her, hands pulling up Callie’s skirt to show off the pink, lace jockstrap that was hiding underneath. “See, only slutty girls wear things like this in a room full of men,” Knox growled in Callie’s ear as he traced the line of the lace across Callie’s hip.
Jamie could feel his own pulse tick higher with each moment. He hated being humiliated or embarrassed, even skipped ahead in books and movies when it happened. But something about watching Zach—Callie—be humiliated in such a blatantly sexual way was turning him on. It was confusing as fuck.
Knox smacked her ass before saying, “Now go, slut.”
Jamie watched as Callie walked over to Brad, Misha, and Geoff first, talking quietly to them before making her way to the bar and the bottled drinks that Ronan had put out earlier. Jamie pulled his gaze away, not wanting to get caught staring. It was rude and had nothing to do with the confusing feelings that seeing Callie like that brought out in him.
Ronan reached over, placing a hand on Jamie’s thigh. “Come here, boy. I want you closer.”
Jamie stood, moving to sit between Ronan’s now spread thighs. Luckily, Jamie wasn’t a bigger guy and the loveseat was spacious, or it would’ve been an awkward position. Leaning back against Ronan, he felt not so adrift in the room filled with sights, sounds, and smells that could overwhelm the senses.
Ronan wrapped his arms around Jamie, his hand burying itself under his t-shirt, his hot palm rubbing gently against Jamie’s skin. He rested his other hand on Jamie’s thigh. Jamie could feel the arousal…that had been slowly building as he observed those in the room…strike him hard. His cock filled in his jeans, tenting what little space was there. Jamie sucked in a breath, wondering what Ronan was going to do next.
“Relax. I just want to hold you.” Ronan turned back to talking to Knox, who sat a few feet away to his right.
Jamie knew there was more to it than that.
His eyes were drawn over to Jeremiah as he spoke quietly to Robbie. Jamie couldn’t hear the words, but the effect they had on the pup was clear, with his tail wagging and his eyes closed as he received the pets and praise he obviously loved. Michael was next to them but was distracted with the toy he was having fun with as he tossed it around with his snout. One exuberant toss later, the toy hit Robbie’s flank, and he flinched on impact and turned quickly toward Michael. Michael lay down and rolled over, showing his belly.
“I guess there’s still some tension with them since the break Michael got during playtime,” Ronan whispered in Jamie’s ear, startling him.
“Do you know what caused the rift between them? I noticed it earlier. There’s just something there.”
“Don’t worry about it, boy. I’m sure they’ll work it out.” Ronan skated his hand up and down Jamie’s torso, sending goosebumps skittering across his body.
“Would you like a drink?” Jamie turned to the left to see Callie standing there.
“Don’t be shy, girl. Come closer.” Ronan gestured for her to move, placing her within touching distance of him. “Good girl.” Ronan’s hand glided up Callie’s slim leg. “Oh, you are a good girl. You even shaved for us. I wonder what else you shaved.” His hand moved again, sliding up and under her skirt. Callie’s breath increased, and Jamie’s followed. Callie squeezed her eyes closed, her face bright red, pulling her lips together at the same time.
“No, slut. We want to hear your noises. Slutty girls tell us how much they like it.”
Flushing even more, Callie followed the order, moans spilling from her lips. Jamie was fascinated. He tried not to be. It was confusing that he found himself so damn attracted to the delicate femininity that Zach exuded as Callie.
“I think we can lose these panties, girl.” Ronan smacked her ass lightly, indicating she should take them off. With shaking hands, Callie reached under her skirt to pull them off. Once they reached mid-thigh, she tried to continue without bending over.
Another smack, to her thigh this time, as Ronan ordered, “Bend over when you take them off. I want to see that pretty kitty.”
Jamie couldn’t get enough air in his lungs with how much he was panting, watching Ronan order every step Callie took. He felt precome leaking from his dick. He tried to discreetly move his cock in the tight confines of his pants without wiggling against Ronan but was caught by Knox who smiled and winked. Jamie flushed even more. With the amount of heat flooding his face, he was sure it was as red as a beet.
“Ronan, your boy is enjoying the view,” Knox said.
Jamie groaned.
The hand that was lying on his stomach moved down and out from under his shirt, cupping his dick. He groaned again and closed his eyes, relishing the pressure.
“You like this, boy? You like watching me play with her?”
Jamie groaned, not wanting to voice the truth to anyone.
Callie was bent over, underwear now in Knox’s hand, and skirt flipped up over her back. Ronan looked back and hummed a pleased sound. Callie’s hole was already prepped for play. Reaching out, he tapped her hole that was on full display in front of them. Callie swayed on her feet.
“Such a pretty, pink, wet kitty. I love a wet kitty.”
Jamie could see the wetness over Callie’s hole, could see Ronan’s fingers slide around, making lewd noises with each pass. Jamie moaned involuntarily.
Ronan chuckled. “You do like this.” Ronan moved his finger away from Callie’s hole, pulling back and landing another spank on her ass cheek. “Stand up, Callie.”
Callie stood, turning to face Ronan, her cheeks as red as Jamie’s felt and her pupils blown wide. The cock tenting her skirt showed how her body was reacting to Ronan’s touch. Jamie wasn’t surprised. He had that reaction often.
“Come over here. I want you to straddle us.”
Jamie gasped. His cock thrummed hard, like he’d reached a mini orgasm.
Once Callie was seated, legs spread wide around Ronan’s, her ass settled right over Jamie’s hard cock.
“My boy here likes to watch me touch you,” Ronan said as his fingers traced her pouty, pink, glossy lips. “I bet he’d come in his pants if I made him watch these lips around my cock.”
Jamie made a noise of pleasure that came out more like a sob. His senses overloaded. His thoughts scattered from one sensation to the next. Ronan’s hard cock behind him, pushing in his ass crack. Callie’s warm hole over his dick, her hips slightly moving, seemingly without her knowledge.
“You’d like that, boy? You want to see her suck my cock?” Jamie nodded slightly, never once taking his eyes off Callie’s.
“Come here, Callie.” Ronan’s hand went to the nape of her neck pulling her in. Leaning around Jamie, Callie’s lips were on Ronan’s. She moaned, and Jamie shuddered. In that moment, he wanted to be the one kissing her, and it freaked him out and turned him on. He was transfixed. He could see their tongues tangling, hear the smacking wetness. Jamie could feel Callie grind against him harder and harder as the kiss went on. It felt like forever.
Ronan pushed her back and she whined. Her eyes were glazed over and hooded. The room was silent, and Jamie was sure they had people watching. It made him squirm. Callie and Ronan both moaned at the same time.
“I can feel you, boy. I can feel how turned on you are. You want to kiss those lips, don’t you?” Ronan whispered in his ear. Callie’s eyes were locked on Jamie’s. His breath hitched. There was no way he could admit it. Not out loud, not with everyone there listening. He wanted to let go, let Ronan control what happened. Jamie wanted Ronan to take the weight of that decision from him because he trusted that Ronan knew him—knew what Jamie needed and wanted in that moment.
Jamie squeezed Ronan’s thigh tightly, hoping Ronan got the signal.
He did.
The hand that was still grasping Callie’s neck started to pull her forward. Her eyes widened, excitement and lust were all Jamie could see. It was happening as if in slow motion.
Then her lips were on his.
RONAN
Ronan watched in rapt silence—as did the rest of his guests—while his boy was ravished by Callie. There was no other word for it. She’d straddled them both, and when Ronan had pushed her down toward Jamie, she’d given it her all. Her grinding hips had increased their pressure and cadence, and she’d clasped Jamie’s face in her hands as she ravaged Jamie’s mouth. It was sensual, it was beautiful, and it was ridiculously arousing to watch.
While Jamie’s hips were also moving, that was the extent of what he allowed himself. Ronan could see how turned on the boy was by his flushed skin. He could hear it in his needy whimpers. He could feel it in the tight grip Jamie had on Ronan’s forearms. Ronan’s hand cupped Jamie’s hard-as-steel cock, while the other played with his nipples, and Jamie’s body shook as it neared orgasm.
Hell, Ronan was about to blow himself. But he wouldn’t have either of them reaching their climaxes around their guests. No. He had plans for Jamie that night. And he knew Knox wouldn’t allow Callie to come either, so with a rueful sigh, Ronan leaned closer to Jamie and whispered, “Remember, boy, you’re not permitted to come.”
Jamie let out a whimpering groan, pulling himself away from the beautiful girl sitting on his lap. The remorseful sound caused several of their guests to chuckle. His boy was dazed, chest heaving with deep breaths, and a shiver wracking his entire body as Callie slowed down but couldn’t stop her grinding movements on top of him. Her pupils were so blown. She looked like she was a second or two away from an intense orgasm.
“Callie, look at me, little one,” Knox said. “You did beautifully. Both of you kissing was a gorgeous sight to see. But remember, you’re not permitted to come either.”
Knox’s words seemed to sink in, and her hips stopped moving. Jamie let out a relieved breath and both Jamie and Ronan watched as she leaned in and kissed Jamie’s cheek, whispering thank you to both of them. She stood on wobbly legs and turned to Knox whose arms were open for her. She let out a whimper as she stumbled over to him, her heels making the trip that much harder. She cuddled up on Knox’s lap, burying her face in his neck as he soothed her with gentle whispers Ronan couldn’t make out and soft touches she relaxed into.