by Zoey Marcel
Justin pushed a glass of fizzy Sprite toward him.
“Thanks, man.”
“It’s weird seeing you shirtless,” the bartender commented while ogling Brighton discreetly. “I mean, I’ve seen you that way at the pool and stuff, but not here.”
“Yep, Kale’s turning me into a naughty boy.”
“You look beautiful,” Justin told her.
“Thank you.”
“So if you guys do get married like Brighton keeps saying you’re going to, where do you want to go for your honeymoon?”
Her heart fluttered with fondness. She couldn’t wait to be Brighton’s wife and legally belong to the men she loved. “I don’t know.”
“Somewhere with bears,” Brighton said absently as he tilted the glass to his lips.
Justin broke out into a big grin.
“What?” Danielle asked on a laugh.
A slow smile crept up Brighton’s face as he calmly set his glass down. “That’s right, baby. We’re going to Churchill, Canada, for our honeymoon.”
“Right on,” Justin said. “Polar bears galore.”
Brighton slanted a finger at him. “Exactly.”
“No, we’re not. How are we supposed to...you know, if it’s so cold and snowy everywhere?” she asked.
“You mean naked time? It’s called doing it indoors, unless you want to flail around in the snow like humping seals.”
“Yeah, how about I choose the honeymoon location?”
“Fine, we’ll go to Yellowstone.”
“That might be fun. Why did you—”
“Grizzlies and black bears.”
Smirking, she shook her head. “I forgot how much you liked bears. It might be fun to take a road trip.”
“That would be fun.”
A tall, incredibly muscular man, who looked to be somewhere in his thirties, approached them from behind the bar where Justin stood. She took him to be one of the owners of the club. Probably Aiden Friel since the other owner, Shane Huntington, wasn’t here.
“This doesn’t look like work,” Aiden said in a beautiful Irish lilt. It was a unique blend of musical and gruff at once.
Justin straightened up from his slumped over the counter position when he saw him. “It really is.”
Brighton cut in. “No worries, my good man. Justin was just helping me with something.”
“With findin’ a shirt, I hope,” Aiden quipped without smiling. Was he even joking? It was hard to tell.
Brighton smirked. “My Dom wants me like this. Justin doesn’t mind either, do you, buddy?”
Justin shrugged. “Nope, do your thing.”
Aiden’s gaze lingered on Justin briefly before returning to Brighton, expression mildly cross. “How do you expect him to get any work done when you’re runnin’ around half undressed?”
Brighton scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Look around. There are half naked people everywhere. Heck, some of them are nude. Besides, he’s too busy feasting his eyes on the sex kitten next to me to notice me. He only likes girls, as far as I know. Don’t you?”
“Yep.” A subtle pinkness tinged Justin’s cheeks. Maybe she imagined it.
Aiden glanced at Justin before his eyes flickered back over to Brighton. “You look familiar. Have we met before?”
“Yeah, in the coffee shop last month. I’m friends with your son.” Brighton pointed to her. “Danielle and I were visiting with him and then we left when you met up with him there.”
“Right,” Aiden said slowly. “You’re bisexual, yes?”
Something about the way he said it put Danielle on the alert. There was no attraction or fascination in the question. More like undertones of aggression and possible disgust.
Brighton lifted a brow, looking confused. “Yeah. What’s that got to do with anything?”
“Not a thing.”
Justin looked up at Aiden, seeming eager to break the tension. “We were trying to figure out where they should have their honeymoon after they get married.”
Danielle chimed in. “We were thinking a road trip or something. Apparently we’re going to be taking a tour of bear habitats.”
“We’ll all decide together,” Brighton said, petting her hand that rested on the bar.
She gave him a loving smile.
Aiden peeked down through hooded eyes, wearing a saccharine smirk. “And how many partners form up your little ménage?”
She grimaced.
“She has three men,” Brighton answered. “And we all love her.”
She gave his hand a squeeze, wondering how someone who owned a sex club could come across as so judgmental.
Aiden focused on Justin. “You associate with them much longer and they’ll add you in.”
Justin grinned.
Danielle didn’t like to jump to conclusions, but she’d already reached one. There were two things she knew about Aiden. He was hot as hell and she did not like him at all. He voiced the comment he’d made like a joke, but there was something cutting in his greenish-gray eyes that said it wasn’t in jest.
“No. Danielle only sleeps with people she loves.” Brighton rubbed her back.
She’d been with a few partners she hadn’t loved, but now she only went to bed with men she cared about. It was sweet of him to stick up for her.
Justin cleared his throat. “Where would you go on your honeymoon if you married some woman?”
Aiden looked down at him. “Never gonna happen.”
Justin made an “Oh brother” face. “Fine, you grouch. Pretend you were a marrying kind of man. Where would you take your lady?”
“Wherever they wanted.”
“Nice. I’d go to San Francisco. Maybe a couple of other places, too. I’ve only been to the East Coast and the northern part of the West Coast,” Justin said. “Gotta see all four of America’s coasts.”
She bit her lip to keep from laughing.
Aiden just looked at him for a moment. “Four?”
“Well, I’ve never been to the North or South Coasts.”
Brighton cocked a crooked grin.
Aiden shifted his stance, forehead wrinkling with confusion while his lips tugged with amusement. “Come again?”
“My God, don’t you know geography? The North Coast of America is up by the Arctic Ocean,” Justin said.
“The Arctic is not considered the United States,” Aiden replied.
“It’s still by this continent. There’s one ocean for every coast. The Pacific Ocean is the West Coast, the Atlantic Ocean is the East Coast, and the Arctic Ocean makes up the North Coast. Oh yeah, and the Indian Ocean is the South Coast.”
“The Indian Ocean isn’t south.”
“It is if you live in Asia.”
“You were talkin’ about America.”
Justin gritted his teeth. “And now I’m talking about India. Pay attention.”
Aiden rubbed his temple. “Ah Jaysus, your poor fuckin’ teacher.”
“She was hot.”
“Of course she was. That’s why your geography is shite.” His eyes settled on Brighton, mood shifting from annoyed to confrontational within seconds. “You spend much time with my son?”
The question that had her feeling daunted only served to spark good humor in Brighton. It didn’t surprise her that the little rebel found it amusing how Aiden seemed concerned about Brighton’s association with his son.
“Not much. We hang out sometimes. We’ve been friends for years.” Brighton gestured with his glass of pop toward the bartender. “I hang out with Justin more, though.”
It was strange how Aiden’s smile gave a damned good affectation of friendliness while an ill-disposed glint in his eyes tipped her off to the reality of the matter. The inhospitable shadow was so subtle it went right over Brighton’s head and probably Justin’s as well. Either she was digging too deep and jumping to inaccurate conclusions like she sometimes did, or Aiden’s schooled charisma was getting better played by the second.
He engaged them in conversation f
or a few minutes, this time displaying genuine smiles and a certain finesse that changed her mind about him. His charm toward her and civil interaction with Brighton made her suppose she’d misjudged him.
Justin watched Aiden the entire time with a smile on his face, like he was completely enthralled with whatever came out of the man’s mouth.
“So, you’re the one who tamed the prankster,” Aiden remarked.
Danielle smiled. “I don’t know if anyone can tame him altogether.”
“Heck no, nobody’s caging this,” Brighton teased.
“She’s changed you for the better. I hadn’t met you before, but I’d heard of you.”
Brighton appeared entertained as he tipped his glass for another gulp. “I’m not surprised.”
“You used to spend all your time protesting everything under the sun and playin’ tricks on people. I’d say settlin’ down with a woman who’s as beautiful on the inside as she is on the outside is a much better use of your time.”
“Thank you,” she said coyly.
Brighton squeezed her thigh, throwing her a caring smile. “She’s the best. I’m not letting her out of my sight.”
“Glad to hear it. Not into sharing myself, but I suppose it’s for the best in your situation. You must be an understanding woman not to feel threatened that he’s with men as well,” Aiden said.
“He likes them both the same,” she replied. “Besides, he shares me with other men, so it’s only fair.”
“Well, I’m sure you’ll be very happy together. I know you’re a member,” Aiden said to her. “But I don’t recall seeing your name in the files.”
Brighton squirmed, tapping his finger on the bar. “Yeah, about that...”
“It’s just because he’s a McAlister,” Justin explained. “I let him come in because he’s my friend. Please don’t tell Shane.”
Aiden’s features softened discreetly while he listened to him. He focused on Brighton again. “Well, you know the rules. Don’t cause trouble, mind y’rself.” Aiden smiled faintly when he glanced at Justin again. “What Shane doesn’t know can’t hurt him.”
Justin was beaming. “Thanks, Aiden.”
The owner nodded.
Brighton smiled. “Thanks, man.”
“Don’t mention it. And you.” Aiden frowned at Justin as he turned to leave, giving him a light slap on the back. “Quit wastin’ my time.”
“I’m just standing here.”
“Exactly,” he called back as he strode off.
Justin rolled his eyes. “Do you see what I have to put up with?”
“I thought he seemed charming,” she said.
“That’s what’s so irritating. He pisses you off one minute, then charms the hell out of you the next. It’s not natural.”
Brighton took another drink of soda. “Well, you did tag his club.”
“That was before I worked here,” Justin reminded him.
“Why did you tag his club?” she asked.
“Because he pissed me off.”
Brighton turned on his stool. “What the hell is keeping Kale? Is he building the room out of Legos?”
“Maybe it’s a complicated scene he has planned,” she said.
He faced the bar again. “Must be. Either that or somebody stopped him and started yakking his ear off.”
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” she asked.
“What?”
“We’re supposed to call him Sir while we’re here tonight.”
He snorted. “He’s not even here. When he’s out of the room he’s Kale or hot dude.”
Danielle pursed her lips, trying not to giggle when she saw Kale come up behind Brighton.
“I mean what’s he gonna do if he’s not in the room to hear me? He can’t punish me and you’re no snitch or I’d punish you. Face it, honey, Kale will never know.” He shrieked and spun around on the barstool when Kale rested a hand on his shoulder. “Kale! I mean, Sir. How have you been?”
Kale’s lips twitched with humor, but aside from that his expression was stern. “I think we will start our scene with a reminder to you of your place and my title.”
Brighton swallowed, seeming apprehensive despite the arousal she knew he felt. “But shouldn’t forgetfulness be dismissed with a mild warning?”
“Negligence is one thing. A bratty submissive is entirely another.” Kale put his hand on Brighton’s nape, guiding him off the stool. “I’m not even certain I’ll let you come tonight.”
Brighton gasped. “But, but...things are hot and swollen and throbbing.”
“Your ass will be.” Kale helped Danielle down and led her by the hand. “If it makes you feel better, you can give Danielle and me pleasure after I punish you. However, whether or not you are permitted any pleasure tonight can’t be said for certain at this point.”
“Oh come on!” Brighton yelped when Kale slapped him on the ass. “Sorry.”
“Sorry, Sir.”
“Damn it.” He yipped when Kale swatted his butt again. “Sorry, Sir. That’s what I meant.”
* * * *
“Both of you strip.”
Kale watched in approval as both of his sexy submissives obeyed. Danielle’s voluptuous body was a treat. She looked so dulcet and feminine it made his cock thicken. He recalled how soft her skin was, like a dove’s feathers. Her full breasts were pillowy and bountiful, the hourglass shape of her body enough to tempt any man.
Brighton’s lithe physique came out of hiding and made his dick ache. He remembered how tight that boy’s ass was, how those fleshy balls smoldered in his hand, and the velvet softness of his private flesh that felt so hard and hot when he was excited.
Kale had to smile when he saw Brighton’s partial erection. It would probably have been a full one if the younger man wasn’t about to be disciplined for misbehaving. He could be a brat sometimes, but Kale enjoyed the challenge and then he reveled in Brighton’s immediate submission after his penalty. He liked to test and rebel at times, but in the end he knew his place.
“Kitten, you will play with yourself...without coming.” Kale reined in his smirk of amusement when Danielle’s enthusiasm became a protesting frown.
“Yes, Sir. Thank you for allowing me to touch myself,” she said sincerely, reaching down to cup her sex and fondle it.
Her gratitude made his cock jerk painfully. If Brighton had said those words they would have been double-coated in sarcasm of the highest degree and then his naughty sub would get his ass beaten before being fucked hard without being permitted an orgasm.
Danielle actually meant them. She was sweet and naturally submissive with him. Training and teaching her had been an honor. As much as she’d learned already, they had only begun to scratch the surface.
Cole McAlister would likely be able to teach her so much more and tailor her training to his liking.
Kale was only a bedroom Dominant, but even he enjoyed a good vanilla tryst on occasion.
“You want me to touch myself, too, Sir?” Brighton asked.
His eagerness didn’t hide his sass very well. He was being a bad boy again. He knew he wasn’t allowed to come tonight unless good behavior on his part had Kale changing his mind.
“No.” Kale sat down in a chair, trying not to laugh at his pup’s disappointed scowl. “Lie down.”
Kale patted his lap and Brighton instantly lay down over his thighs with a haste that said he was horny as fuck. He took a moment to admire the tight, perky ass displayed for his pleasure. Next came the warm-up spanking. Brighton flinched a bit, clenching occasionally, but Kale knew spankings turned the loveable brat on rather than taught him a lesson.
Grinding slowly, Brighton attempted to relieve his likely aching cock against Kale’s lap. That insubordination was met with the small wooden paddle lying nearby. Brighton yelped and flailed, clearly not expecting the much harder strike.
“Ow! What the hell is that, Sir?”
Kale bit back a snicker. So much spunk and sass in this one. He whacked the
insolent thing harder. “This is a wooden paddle. No talking.”
It was a toss-up which was more distracting—Danielle fighting her building climax as she played with herself, or Brighton squirming and yipping at the hard thuds that landed on his adorable backside.
When the smaller man’s bottom was nice and rosy, Kale set the paddle aside. “Get up.”
Brighton obeyed, eyes widening in dread when he saw the Lexan plastic paddle Kale picked up. The humbled pup gulped.
“Both of you lie down on the bed. Brighton, you will play with Danielle without getting her off and I will paddle you some more.”
“Yes, Sir.” Danielle’s brown eyes sparkled as she lay on the bed next to Brighton, who pecked her lips and gave her a loving smile before fingering her genitals.
Kale moved over to the bed and stood near it with the plastic paddle. Brighton’s scrumptious pink ass was ready and waiting.
“Okay, one sec.” Brighton cringed, looking over his shoulder at him. “How bad will it hurt?”
“You will squirm and beg. I will not stop until you’ve learned your lesson.”
He swallowed. “In that case I’ve learned my lesson.”
“I don’t think so,” Kale couldn’t help the evil smile that formed.
Danielle whispered into Brighton’s ear.
“Ah crap.” Brighton face-palmed himself. “Sir. In my heart I said it. Does that count?”
“No. Play with her pussy before I add to your punishment.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you see how much my discipline benefits you, pup?”
Brighton groaned softly. “Yes, Sir.”
He focused on strumming his fingers in Danielle’s creamy slit while Kale paddled his bottom. The first slap ripped a cry from Brighton. He did his best to keep pleasuring her while he was punished, but this paddle was obviously causing him even more pain than the other one had. The wooden paddle had left more marks on him, but this plastic one seemed to bring him more suffering.
With one hand Brighton stroked Danielle’s folds and with the other he made a fist, face marring in evident distress.
Kale stopped. He loved that his kitten had beads of desire rolling down her pretty thighs and that Brighton had gotten nice and sweaty.