End Zone (Game Plan Series Book 3)

by Breanna Hayse

  “In this case? Yes.”

  “Sorry, Baby, but you aren’t going to get that from me. I love you too much to let you throw away a good thing because you’re blind to the truth.”

  “I don’t like you right now.”

  Bill chuckled. “I stopped counting how many times I’ve heard that from you or your brothers. Don’t roll your eyes at me, Princess. I know there’s no blood relation, but you are still my kid. Now get your head out of your pretty little ass and pay attention. The boys messed up. They apologized. Give them a chance to make things right otherwise you’ll regret it for the rest of your life. As for Bryon and Kristina, they both deserve to have someone special in their lives, just like you do. Bryon made a promise to you, and he’s never broken his word in his entire life. If this girl has any integrity, she won't allow him to, either.”

  Again, she rolled her eyes. “What about Glenn?”

  “One day your eyeballs are going to fall out when you do that. Glenn was true to his nature and not thinking before he spoke. You know how much he loves you. Try spending some extra time with him. That might pare down his jealousy.”

  “What does he have to be jealous about?”

  “I told you, Sweetheart. He never had to share you since the day you moved in with us. You hated being around the older boys and the two of you only had each other. Look how that’s changed and it’s all because of this age-play stuff.”

  “That ‘age-play’ stuff is history. It’s caused me too much pain.”

  “Now you listen here and listen good, young lady.” Bill’s handsome face drew to a frown. “If I so much as hear that you’ve thrown away something that has made you so happy because of one stupid comment, I swear I’ll cut a switch and tan your backend until you see how foolish you’re being. Do you want that?”

  Cassie shuddered. She had been the recipient of Bill’s switching once and never wanted to go through that again. “No, Sir,” she answered quietly, looking down at the table.

  Bill placed his finger under her chin to lift her face. “I’m dead serious. If what you’re needing is a good spanking to put you back into the place that makes you feel safe and happy, then I will do it if the boys won’t. Am I understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She didn’t like where the conversation was going. It was obvious that her step-father was learning effective lessons from somewhere.

  “Good girl. Now finish up and let’s get back home. I have a date tonight, so I won’t be back until late.”

  “A date? Is it serious?”

  “We’re still getting to know each other. I’ll say this much, though. She can be a handful. It’s a good thing I’ve learned a few things from your brothers about how to properly handle a brat. The hairbrush has come in handy several times, now. Let’s get moving.”

  Cassie stood with her mouth hanging open. Was Bill practicing domestic discipline? What was this world coming to?

  ****

  “I’m home! Where is everybody?” Suzanne called.

  “We’re in the Florida room, Suz. Grab a beer,” Rob called back.

  She unscrewed the top of the bottle of Corona as she walked in. “What’s going on? Everyone looks so serious? Where’s Cassandra?”

  “Have a seat,” Bryon said, patting the space next to him. “How’s Gloria and her twenty dogs?”

  “More than I can bear in one afternoon. Talk to me, People. Glenn? Did you do something again?”

  “No, Ma’am.” He shook his head. “It’s the fallout from what I’ve already done.”

  “Glenn …”

  “It’s not just him. Rob and I screwed up, too.” Bryon explained what had happened, keeping his arm wrapped protectively around Krissy’s shoulders.

  “I see,” Suzanne said when they had all finished talking. She took a sip from the bottle and tapped her foot. “What are you going to do to straighten up this royal mess you’re in.”

  “Rob and I were going to take her to Graye Manor and visit Dorian and Merry.”

  “Interesting. How do you feel about this, Kristina?”

  Krissy couldn’t look the Domme in the eye. “It’s my fault that this all happened and I feel awful. I just want to go away and not come back.”

  “How is it your fault?” Suzanne held up her hand to silence the three men.

  “None of this would be happening if I wasn’t involved. Cassie wouldn’t be feeling like she lost her Daddy, and she’d still be marrying Rob, and …”

  “Whoa! Did Cassandra break off your engagement because of this?”

  “It seems she did. She gave this to Bryon when she left.” He held up the engagement ring.

  “This is serious. It’s also not your fault, Kristina. I must ask you something, though. You know that you are involved in a communal relationship, correct?”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  “I want to know how you honestly feel about it.”

  “Confused. I thought I wanted Bryon all to myself until the other night. Rob didn’t really do anything, but I liked the sharing.”

  “What do you understand about the relationship versus the commitment?”

  Krissy looked around the room. “Each of us is in a monogamous relationship with our partner, but in a committed relationship with each other. We’re a family that plays together.”

  “You’re correct. In this type of communal relationship, a family that plays together will stay together.” Suzanne nodded with approval. “You know that Bryon and I have been sexually involved, but we elected to end that part of our interaction when I got involved with Glenn. Do you know why?”

  “Not really.”

  “Because Glenn asked me to. He didn’t want to share me sexually, and I respected that. What are your feelings about Bryon and Robert? Be honest.”

  “We talked about that a little.” Krissy felt her face heating uncomfortably. “I mentioned that it would be fun to have a side by side thing like what we did with you and that I just want to know and maybe, on occasions, watch.”

  “What do you want to watch?”

  “Do I have to answer this?” Krissy desperately looked at Bryon for help. He nodded. “I want to watch everything. Some things I might like to partake in, but not sexually. I just want real sex to be between Bryon and me. If Cassie’s involved, I’d be more comfortable if Rob was part of it.”

  “Let me clarify what you’re saying. Please, correct me if I misunderstood. You’re okay with multiple partners but want a sensual relationship with Rob, not a sexual one.”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay. You also are open to Bryon having a sexual relationship with Cassie as long as you know that it’s happening and be allowed to watch on occasion.”

  “Yes, but Rob has to be there.”

  “Look at me, not the floor. Are you opposed to Bryon and Rob taking Cassie on this trip without you? The Graye’s are the most powerful people in the International BDSM community, and the Manor is known for sexual deviances. If the two of them take her, they will probably both have sex with her.”

  “Have you had sex with her already?” Krissy asked Bryon.

  “No, just sensation play.”

  “Do you want to?”

  “Answer her honestly, Bry,” Suzanne ordered.

  “Yes, but it’s purely physical like what Suzanne and I had done.”

  “I think what the doofus here is trying to say is that he and I differentiate between having sex and making love. He would never make love to Cassandra. She’s mine, and only I have that connection with her. That’s why I trust him with her,” Rob interjected.

  “What’s the difference? Now I’m confused,” Glenn asked.

  “Remember last week when we switched roles? That was sex. We were just two bodies seeking hedonistic pleasures. Last night, with the music and tenderness, we made love,” Suzanne explained.

  “That’s what I’m trying to say. My heart will be with the man who makes love to me, but my body desires sensation. Does that make me a whore?”

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nbsp; “Not at all. Would you be comfortable about us taking Cassie to the Manor, then?” Rob asked.

  “Under three conditions. One, when you come home, I want every nitty, gritty detail,” she said to Bryon.

  “Deal. And the second?”

  “If there is something that sounds interesting to me, that I can try it.”

  “What if it involved sex?” Rob asked, furrowing his brow.

  “If Cassie is open to it, then yes. If not, then you can use a toy. And the third is a replay, and I get to watch. Again, it has to be okay with Cass.”

  “You're very gracious, Kristina. What if she wants to watch you?”

  “I’m not an exhibitionist. I know Bryon is, though, and he likes an audience. I don’t know about Cass.”

  “She’ll do as her Doms say. Knowing my girl, she won’t have a problem. The only thing she would refuse is public punishment and humiliation, and that’s a line I won’t cross. I won’t strip her of her dignity except in front of Bryon.”

  “I understand. I’d feel the same.”

  “I’ll take it from here,” Suzanne announced. “In the meantime, you three boys need to think of a better way to get your shit together.”

  “Yes, Ma’am,” the lower voices sounded in unison.

  “Excellent. I’m starving. Since you chased the chef out of here, which one of you Neanderthals is going to feed me?”

  CHAPTER SIX

  Unable to sleep, Cassie jotted a note to her step-father and drove back to Rob’s house. It was two in the morning when she tiptoed inside. Grabbing a blanket, she curled up on the couch and placed her head on a pillow. Just as she was falling asleep, the hallway light turned on.

  “Cass? Are you okay? We’ve been worried,” Bryon said, kneeling on the floor next to her head.

  “I’ll survive. I always do. Go back to bed before your girlfriend gets upset.”

  Despite Bill’s talk, she couldn’t push away her hurt, anger or mistrust. She also hated that she had nowhere to go and be alone.

  “I took Krissy back to her dorm. She has classes tomorrow.”

  “And you have work. Good night,” she flipped to turn her back to him. It didn’t surprise her when he physically turned her to face him.

  “I called in a substitute for the week. We made reservations and were planning on leaving as soon as we got hold of you.”

  “I already told you that I’m not going anywhere with either of you.”

  “Cassandra, this isn’t up for discussion.” His tone changed. “We will leave as soon as Rob gets up. Where are your car keys?”

  “Why?”

  “Because you are not going to run off again.”

  She sat up and glared at him. “I can do whatever I want, hear me? I’m here only because I needed to get my things to take back home.”

  “If that was the case, why didn’t you wait until tomorrow?”

  He was calling her bluff which infuriated her. “Bill was on a date, and I didn’t want to bother them when they got back. It had nothing to do with you or Rob.”

  “You hurt him by giving back your ring.”

  “Know what? I don’t give a fuck. This whole thing is over. The age-play game is off the table, and so is the lifestyle. It’s time that you assholes get a taste of your own medicine, and I take back control of my life.”

  “Watch it, young lady. You’re walking a tightrope of disrespect right now.”

  “You know what you can do with your fucking tightrope.” She didn’t know who was more stunned—her or Bryon—when her words were accompanied by a resounding slap across his face. She started to tremble, disbelieving her actions. “Bryon? I’m sorry.”

  “I think it’s time that you learn I’m not playing games when I tell you I love you and what you mean to me.” He growled, yanked her off the couch and pulled her towards the stairs. She grabbed the railing but was hefted over his shoulder and carried to the master bedroom. “Rob? Wake up.”

  “What’s going on? Cassie?”

  “She’s getting it from me tonight, and I want your permission.”

  “Of course, but what happened? Why is your face red? Is that a handprint? Cassandra!” Rob was fully awake. He slipped out of bed and held her chin tightly in his hands. “Unbelievable. You know better. Bryon? Do you want my help?”

  “Yes, and your participation. Get over here,” Bryon growled as the girl tried to run out the door. Holding her wrist with one hand, he dug through the dresser drawer and produced a set of handcuffs. One was slapped firmly on her wrist with the other end around the high post at the foot of the bed.

  “I said I was sorry! Let me go,” Cassie begged, pulling at the cuff.

  “You’re going to hurt yourself if you keep that up, so stop it. Rob! I’ll be back in a minute.”

  “Take your time.”

  Cassie’s heart pounded as the cold metal raked against her wrist. She reminded herself that they would never harm her, but she broke the supreme law of the Johnson household. Face-slapping was strictly forbidden and considered the ultimate symbol of disrespect and degradation. More so, slapping her dominant in the face was more than unthinkable—it was unforgivable.

  She swallowed dryly when Rob reappeared from the bathroom dressed only in black jeans and looking very alert. Bryon appeared seconds later, also wearing black jeans and carrying a dark expression on his face. The sight of their heavily muscled arms and chests filled her with fear. She sank to the floor with her one arm shackled to the bed and began to cry.

  Hands on his hips, Rob looked down at her. “Do you have something to say?”

  “I’m sorry. It was a reflex. I was so hurt and angry. Please forgive me.”

  “You’re going to pay the price for this, and it’s going to be high.”

  “You’re going to make Krissy your primary, aren’t you? You might as well just give up on me. I won’t play second fiddle to her or anyone else.” She looked up at them with red eyes.

  “No, we are not making Krissy our primary. In fact, we both agreed to get rid of the term. You are going to be my wife and, in that part of our lives, you are my one and only. Understand?” Rob announced, returning the ring to the fourth finger of her restrained hand.

  “But…”

  “Kristina is my girlfriend, and there’s a strong probability that I will marry her one day, but you will always be my Little Girl, except for times like this.”

  “I told you that the age-play thing is over and done. You’re scaring me.” She hunkered against the bed.

  “That dynamic between us will be over and done if, and when, I say so—and not a minute sooner. We had a long talk today with Suzanne and she brought up some important issues that needed to be discussed. We were going to discuss them with you later, but since you came home with such a bad attitude and a complete lack of confidence, you’ve left me without a choice. I wanted to wait until our trip, but your actions necessitate what’s about to happen.”

  “What are you going to do?” Her shaking was visible from across the room. In three steps, Bryon was by her side and released the handcuff. He leaned over and spoke hoarsely into her ear with words that made her shiver.

  “I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop, and then fuck you some more. I’m making a claim on your body as my submissive.”

  Cassie’s mouth hung open. It took a moment to find her words to the shocking statement. “We don’t have a sexual relationship, Bryon. I mean, there was that one time, but …”

  “You were blindfolded and only got to feel my mouth, nothing else. Regarding a sexual relationship, as a Daddy and a Little, no—we don’t. But both Rob and I believe it’s necessary that you know exactly who you belong to.” He hauled her to her feet and, in a blink, ripped the shirt from her body.

  Rough sex was something she enjoyed, but Rob had been her only partner. “You can’t do this,” she protested as he returned the handcuffs to both her wrists. “If Krissy finds out, she’ll walk out on you.”

  “That�
�s been taken care of. Rob?”

  “If you want to claim her, start with her mouth.”

  Bryon’s jeans fell to the floor and revealed a cock that equaled his brother’s in both girth and length. He pushed Cassie to kneel, holding her hands above her head by the chains of the cuffs.

  “Suck me. Put my cock in your mouth and make me hard.”

  She stared at him again in disbelief. This was a side of Bryon that she had never personally seen. She had heard him in the bedroom with Suzanne ages ago with a voice identical to the beast standing before her. Once again, she looked at Rob for instructions. His arms were crossed.

  “Obey your Dominant. Hesitate again, and you won’t receive what’s coming next.”

  Rob’s threat exposed how well he knew her passions and desires. Opening her mouth, she tentatively licked the glistening slit in the center of the wide, mushroom shaped head. Bryon had already started to grow rigid and, with her hands held above her head, she had to rely on her lips to guide him into the hot recesses of her mouth. She was pleased to discover that he tasted very much like Rob, a combination of sweet and salty that complimented the aroma of musk. No longer afraid, Cassie sought to please him and make up for the terrible thing she had done.

  “How does her mouth get so hot?” Bryon groaned, grasping the bedframe as she swallowed him.

  “Amazing, isn’t it? She doesn’t have a gag reflex either,” Rob boasted. He sat behind her kneeling body and pinched and pulled her bared nipples. The stimulation encouraged her to milk Bryon’s cock with the muscles of her throat. His groan made her smile.

  “I’m going to cum if she keeps this up.”

  “Release him, Cassandra. Slowly let him slide out of your mouth. Good girl.” Rob pulled her to her feet and pulled her jeans and panties from her body, leaving her standing naked before the two of them.

  Bryon’s eyes were hot with lust as he looked at her like a wolf eyeing its next meal. “Rob? Get me the prison strap, please.”

  Cassie’s pride plummeted. She loved leather, but the prison strap was something she feared. He’d not used the implement on her because he felt it would be too much for her tiny body to handle.