And he offered.
And offered.
The dominant part of his brain sometimes wished he could take Loïc and bend him to his will, just like the kid was begging for. Loic’s gaze begging him for attention was a difficult thing to walk away from, even if the face was too pretty.
“If you choose me, I’ll be a good boy for you,” Loïc murmured, edging closer. They were almost the same height, but Loïc had to look up slightly. Maybe Sev’s brother was twenty-four, but sometimes Rodrigo felt ancient by comparison.
“You just stopped having to be the bitch, Loïc. Why would you exchange one life of service for another?”
Loïc didn’t answer, but plowed on. “If you choose me, I’ll be yours alone – you wouldn’t have to share. You wouldn’t have to ask permission from another man to touch me or to hurt me.” He stood toe to toe with Rodrigo now, so close he could feel the heat coming off Loïc’s body.
He needed to push him away, but the kid was so messed up – so broken. He was like a Severin no one had ever bothered to love. It hurt to be cruel to him, but he wasn’t taking no for an answer.
“You’d stop complicating their relationship. I’ll worship you if you let me, Rodrigo. I’ll do anything you ask.” He sank to his knees and rested his forehead on Rodrigo’s boot.
For a long moment he looked at the boy groveling in the dirt.
He could own him. Walk away from the confusion of a poly relationship and humiliation of submitting and go back to just being a dominant.
The problem was, Severin and Minnow were what he wanted, even though it was anything but easy. Even if it meant watching the two people he was in love with marry each other and leave him behind.
Rodrigo backed away. Loïc’s forehead slid from his boot to the ground. He dug his elegant fingers into the dirt, and Ro backed another step, glad when the dogs moved between him and temptation.
“I love him, Loïc. Even if he doesn’t love me. And I love Minnow. I’m not giving up.”
“You’re honestly content to live your life as their second choice? Wouldn’t you rather be someone’s first?” Loïc pushed himself up from the ground, not bothering to brush the dirt from his clothes. “Even if it’s not me, you deserve to be more than their afterthought.”
Loïc’s words were like a knife. He left them lodged in Rodrigo’s heart as he turned and strode back toward the house.
So fucking broken. All of them.
*
“You should go down to the forge and see what’s taking him so long,” Minnow said, her smile sly as she approached the deck chair he was lying on, trailed by curious puppies.
It had turned out to be the warmest day they’d had yet, and the pool being open meant he got to see Minnow in one of the bikinis he’d ordered for her.
Their relationship was strange – they were involved, and he was definitely her dominant, and yet Severin took precedence over his claim on her, but also over her claim on him. They all belonged to each other, but they had to be careful not to step on Severin’s toes.
Yet again he pushed away the memory of Loïc’s words from earlier and focused on the now. Sorting things out between the three of them would be a slow process, and he had to be okay with that.
Rodrigo grinned at her. She stared at him, her eyes widening and cheeks staining pink before she glanced away. Fuck she was a pretty girl. And the body on her? He’d almost torn her bathing suit off before she’d even made it out of the house. The tiny blue triangles were held together by strings that made her seem more naked than naked. Every lush curve needed bite marks. How she could still be shy with him was a mystery.
He rose from the chaise, catching her wrist then dragging her down onto his lap. The warmth of her sun-kissed bare skin against his own was the best kind of torture. His swim shorts and lack of a shirt didn’t provide much of a barrier between him and the swimsuit she barely wore.
Unable to resist, he slid his hand into her hair and gripped it hard, then plundered her mouth when she gasped. By the time he pulled away, she was moaning, and his hard-on was digging into her thigh.
“The last time I was down there he was covered with dirt and sweat. It was very traumatic for me.”
“Because you couldn’t touch him?”
“You know me too well.” He patted her ass over the marks he’d left. He’d caned her earlier for giving him the tiniest bit of attitude. Loïc had left him in a sour mood, and Minnow’s ass had borne the brunt of it. “How are you feeling?”
“Sore.” She bit her lip. “Contrite.” And apparently horny, from her expression and the way she was holding herself.
“If a vanilla saw all the bruises, we’d get arrested.”
“You’ve pierced my nipples and branded me, but you’re afraid someone will see cane marks?”
He flipped her face down on his lap. Although she squeaked a protest, she stayed very still. Under his fingers, the cane stripes were raised and hard against the otherwise creamy smoothness of her flesh. He explored the marks, prodding at them to make her gasp, then traced the bathing suit bottoms to where the fabric disappeared between her ass cheeks. He loved how the fabric was cut to look modest, and yet left a large helping of her sweet ass uncovered.
“I thought we were going back in the pool!”
He put her on her hands and knees between his legs on the chaise, facing away from him, then swatted her when she tried to move out of position.
“Please, Rodrigo,” she whimpered. “Loïc is around here somewhere.”
“He’ll be avoiding me for a while, I think.” Loïc’s room overlooked the side of the house, and staying with them he’d learned fast to announce himself before joining them anywhere. He was glad Minnow hadn’t seen Loïc hitting on him earlier. He was getting more insistent as time went on. Awkward. But how was he supposed to tell Severin that?
Ignoring her half-hearted protests, he followed a few of the welts with his lips, then his tongue, tasting the dried pool water on her skin, the lingering hint of her soap. He bit her between the red and blue-black stripes, leaving bite marks between them. She shivered and complained, but let him do as he pleased. His cock throbbed insistently against the fabric of his swim shorts.
“Please, Rodrigo!” Her breathing had become erratic, and she arched her back, pleading for his mouth where she wanted it. Instead of giving her what she asked for, he tugged aside the small strip of fabric and eased his thumb into her pussy. Her slick heat was torture, and he played with her, thrusting with his thumb, which apparently wasn’t enough for her, and brushing teasing touches over her clit hood until her arms wouldn’t support her anymore and she was mumbling nonsense into the padding of the chair.
He stopped and pulled his thumb from her squeezing core, ignoring her whine of protest as he got to his feet.
She groaned. “Where are you going?”
“To ask our infamous dominant for permission before one of us dies of blue balls. If he hadn’t given the order that we couldn’t get each other or ourselves off without permission...”
“He’s so distracted with the bike he’s working on, don’t count on him agreeing to abandon it.”
“Then I’d better bring you with me. He can’t ignore us both.”
He grabbed her wrist and hauled her up, then dragged her toward the forge, puppies yapping excitedly and frisking around their legs.
“Just fuck me, Rodrigo,” she begged. “Right here in the grass. Just for a minute. I swear I won’t come.”
She’d already gone into the submissive fugue he loved to coax her into, needy and wanton and desperate for anything he would agree to give her.
“If I start fucking you I’m not going to be able to stop, and then we’ll both get punished.”
He half dragged her across the lawn, pushed open the forge’s door, and stepped across the threshold from the bright spring day into the bowels of hell. The workspace was hot and smelled like metal and a million other masculine things, like sweat and dirt and maybe even s
ubtle hints of sex – and there in the middle of it, with the red glow of heated metal bathing his face in unholy light, was Severin.
When Severin glanced up for a moment, Rodrigo could tell he was in the zone. The smaller hammer he was using came down again and again on the long, thin piece of glowing metal held in the tongs in his other hand, gradually shaping it. He was working left-handed today. Rodrigo didn’t realize he’d frozen in the doorway until Minnow laced her fingers through his and drew him toward a bench after shutting the pups outside. Good thing they were well trained now and didn’t wander anymore.
“To what do I owe this visit?” Severin asked, not looking up from his task.
Rodrigo felt suddenly awkward. Severin and Minnow didn’t usually interrupt him when he was working, so why would he be as disrespectful as to think it was okay to do that to Severin? They should have left him alone until he came to the house, or at least until dinner. “We can wait.”
He tried to tug Minnow away, but she stretched out on the bench, propping her head in her hand, watching.
“I thought you were going to swim,” Severin said.
“We did for a while, but we missed you,” Minnow said. “Don’t mind us. We’re just going to perv on you for a few minutes and go back to the pool.”
“You two were fooling around and came down here to ask for orgasms.” He didn’t stop working – didn’t even look up. The play of muscle as he manipulated the small piece was glorious. Even the goggles were sexy.
“Yes, Mister Leduc,” Minnow replied, even though Rodrigo was frowning at her to be quiet. “But we can wait.”
“Rodrigo, fuck her there on the bench. Neither of you get to come until I say so.”
Rodrigo and Minnow both groaned.
“Wouldn’t you rather join us at the house?” Rodrigo asked.
“Are you going to make me repeat myself?” The question was quiet, but the implied threat made a thrill of apprehension run through him.
Obeying Severin always gave him a rush, and he’d given up trying to psychoanalyze himself. He’d been a leader growing up with friends, in school, at Columbia. He’d been dominant in every relationship he’d ever had – even in the one with his teacher in high school. But not with Severin. Sev had been ordering him around since the day they met, and although they’d had many verbal sparring matches over the years, Rodrigo always ended up doing what he was told. He couldn’t imagine anyone being able to resist a command from the bastard.
Besides, when Severin ordered him to fuck Minnow, it wasn’t exactly a hardship.
He plucked at the pretty bows on Minnow’s swimsuit, unwrapping her like the gift she was, then stripped out of his swim trunks. It was strange having Severin in the room, in charge yet not really watching or involved. Even so, Minnow was whimpering and needy, and he laid her back on the narrow bench and plunged into her with such ferocity that she cried out, her breasts bouncing with the force of his initial thrust. Her body gripped at his and her back arched.
“Slow,” she begged. “Slow, or I’m going to come.”
And then he’d probably get ordered to punish her, or he’d get to watch her get punished.
He fucked her slow, the way she’d requested, but hard enough so that every thrust made her teeth clack together. She squealed, her eyes rolling back and her body tense and shuddering beneath and around him.
“Are you trying to make her disobey?” Severin said, so close at his ear that Rodrigo startled.
“Of course not, Sir.” He gave a particularly vicious thrust and she clawed at the bench over her head, shrieking with what sounded like a mixture of pain and pleasure.
“No, please –” She ground her teeth and her pussy started to flutter around his cock, tempting him to spill into her even though he knew he wasn’t allowed to.
How could he resist coming when her body was doing its utmost to make him lose control? He’d never get past the feel of being bare inside her – something he’d never allowed himself with another woman. As close as two people could get, and yet he wanted more of her.
He kissed her, reveling in the feel of her groans in his mouth, of breathing each other’s air, of being two sides of the same coin in Severin’s possession.
She broke the kiss, pleading up at him with her wide, dark eyes.
He drove into her. She choked then cried out.
“Please let me come,” she whined. She squirmed beneath him and dug her nails into his back, then his ass, urging him deeper even though he knew better than to try to force all the way in.
“It’s not up to me, preciosa,” he gritted out.
He closed his eyes, trying to force himself to think of anything other than how good it felt to be inside her, and wondered how long their dominant would make them wait – or if he’d simply deny them orgasms, like he often did. The bastard.
“Stay still,” Severin growled at his ear.
Rodrigo shuddered, his eyes flying wide, trying to catch a glimpse of Severin’s reflection in Minnow’s dark eyes, but the only thing he could see was her desperation. She’d gone motionless, as Rodrigo had, but her cunt was pulsing around his dick and if Severin did so much as say one more word in his ear he was going to blow his load. Minnow’s chest heaved, brushing her nipples against his chest. Something chill and slick hit his lower back, then slid down the crack of his ass, making him gasp.
He felt his eyes go round with shock as he stared down at Minnow. She seemed to realize what was happening, and her brows rose, her own hopes for an orgasm apparently forgotten. She tugged at that plump bottom lip of hers with her little white teeth, and then Severin was touching his asshole, prodding, then sliding inside him.
Fuck.
It was odd. A little uncomfortable, but nowhere near as horrible as the women he’d fucked in the ass would have had him believe.
Fuck – Severin was in his ass.
His cock twitched as Severin drew out, rubbing against his prostate. He grunted with pleasure, his legs shaking from trying to hold some of his weight off of tiny Minnow, trapped beneath him.
“Good boy, puppy.”
His cock twitched again and Minnow swallowed a cry of pleasure, trembling, maybe with the effort to hold still.
“Ready for two?”
“Two?” Rodrigo said, groaning. “Two what?”
“Fingers, idiot.”
Rodrigo swore and dropped his forehead to lean on Minnow’s. “That was only your finger?”
Minnow burst out laughing, then groaned as he did when her pussy clamped down on him.
“Fuck, Min, don’t laugh.”
Tears of mirth dripped from the corners of her eyes into her hair. “If I can take his dick you can too, you fucking pussy.”
“Could I interest you in using my mouth instead?” he asked Severin.
“Are you safewording?”
Rodrigo seriously considered it. “No.”
A second finger prodded him, stretched, joining the first. It burned and he gritted his teeth. He frowned so hard that Minnow smoothed his sweat-slicked brow with her palms. She stroked his torso with gentle hands, crooning to him as Severin’s fingers wriggled and squirmed in his ass, making his balls ache and his cock jerk like it was possessed.
He tried to hold back, but rippling shudders overtook him, and just as he was about to fucking come like a bastard, Severin grabbed his balls with a viciousness that made Rodrigo bleat in surprise and pain.
“Don’t you fucking come while I’m loosening up your ass, you little fuck.”
The ache in his balls had been bad before, but now he felt bruised – and yet he was still unpleasantly hard.
Severin withdrew his fingers and let go of his balls, and Rodrigo felt the cold squirt of fresh lube. His stomach tightened with anxiety, and his ass throbbed and burned. Two fingers had been more than enough, but then the idea of serving Severin by doing something he was afraid of doing seemed like a small price compared to what he’d asked of Sev. He doubted Severin had ever planned on
being with a man by choice.
“Shh,” Minnow said, pulling him down for a brief kiss. “You have a safeword, he said?”
“Yes.”
“That would stop him.”
“Quit talking about me like I’m not here.”
Before Rodrigo could think of something funny to say to cut the tension, Severin straddled the bench and lined the head of his massive cock up with Rodrigo’s asshole. He could feel his Prince Albert piercing.
The head of Severin’s cock was poised to drive into his ass.
His mind stuttered over the thought, unable to process it.
Severin Leduc was about to fuck his ass.
A very unmanly whimper escaped him as his cock twitched and an involuntary mini-orgasm shuddered through him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck...” he chanted under his breath as Severin pushed. The burning stretch, unpleasant and frightening, made him want to fight.
A hand closed over his nape, spanning it and holding it roughly. Possessively.
“Shh. Don’t fight me, Rodrigo. It’ll only hurt more if you fight me,” Severin rumbled. Was that meant to be a recommendation or a threat?
“Yes, Sir.” He set his jaw and let Sev do what he had to.
Stretching wider. Taking more.
Impossibly fucking huge.
He panicked, his mind scrambling for his now forgotten safeword. He opened his mouth to yell stop, when his ass closed over the head of Severin’s cock. It still fucking hurt, but at least that was the worst of it, right?
Severin pulled out, and for a moment he had the joy of pretending Sev had decided against doing this today. Unfortunately, he was only adding lube.
“I don’t want to be bisexual anymore,” Rodrigo confessed to Minnow, who started to laugh again. Distantly he knew her pussy clenching around his cock felt good, but then Severin was thrusting the steel brand of his dick back into his raw asshole, and that commanded his full attention.
“Fuck. You’re as tight as she is,” Severin murmured under his breath, forcing his way into Rodrigo’s body with short, breath-stealing thrusts. One last withdrawal and shove and he was all the way in, swearing in Rodrigo’s ear, his hips hard against Rodrigo’s ass.
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