Liam hasn’t tried to spit out his briefs, either. Honestly? I thought there might be some minor rebellion on his part by now in that way.
I don’t know if that makes me feel better or worse, to be honest.
Snapping my fingers at Ward, I point to the floor in front of him and he immediately drops to his knees.
Yes, having been trained by the same sadist has a few benefits, I suppose.
Taking the plastic wrap, I grab Liam’s cock and wrap a couple of turns around his cock and balls. Sort of an impromptu cockring.
That’s not what it’s really for, though.
And I take no small measure of joy in watching his eyes widen as he realizes exactly what I’m going to do to him.
I grab the glass with ice in it from my drink I’d finished earlier and, working quickly, I use more of the wrap to secure the ice along the base of his cock, above his balls.
He yelps around the briefs and struggles against the ropes, but I know my knots.
“Not so funny when it’s your junk getting iced down, is it, asshole?”
Oh, yes. He’s done this to me before. Not like this, exactly, but the ice will melt reasonably fast because it had a head-start from being in my drink earlier. I glance over at Ward, who’s watching with wide eyes. “He ever do this to you?”
He nods. “Inside a condom, and he used a rubber band to hold it on me.”
“Oh, see? He improved his evil technique over the years.” I reach up and smack Liam’s cheek. “Aren’t you a clever sadist?”
He fucking growls at me through his impromptu gag. The glare I receive from him is all pissed-off Master.
I thump the head of his now-wilted cock again, making him yelp. “Fucking knock that shit off, right now. You damn well know why you’re here and that you deserve it. You want me to walk? I can do that, if you’d prefer.” I point to the bedroom door.
Like that, his glare disappears, immediately replaced by desperate pleading in his gaze and he shakes his head.
“That’s better.”
I round the bed. Liam’s gaze tracks my progress and he turns his head so he’s looking right at me when I stand in front of where Ward kneels, grab him by the hair, and viciously wrench his head back.
Liam’s strains at the ropes again, but this time it’s involuntary.
It’s also my definitive answer. His instinct is to jump in to protect Ward. The borderline desperation in his gaze isn’t passion, but fear.
Fear of what I’ll do to Ward.
Without breaking my gaze with Liam, I speak to Ward. “What’d you just do to me downstairs, boy?”
“I sucked your cock, Sir.”
“And did you enjoy sucking my cock, boy?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Sir, what?”
“Yes, Sir, I enjoyed sucking your cock.”
Ward’s a quick study. Or, he remembers all too well what a beautiful bastard Liam can be in his most sadistic moods.
“Would you like to suck my cock again?”
“Yes, Sir, I would like to suck your cock again, please.”
A subtle shift in Liam’s gaze tells me he’s deep in the middle of an emotional morass, but there’s definitely hunger trying to creep in.
I don’t want to harm my husband—I only want to hurt him enough he doesn’t forget the lesson, or make a similar mistake in the future.
Returning my focus to Ward, I look into his eyes. “How, exactly, did you get away with not sleeping with your own wife for, what, fifteen years?”
I have suspicions I’ll keep to myself, for now. A rumor I caught wind of last week, but haven’t had time to run down yet.
“I told her I got whacked hard in the balls in college and couldn’t have sex, and that I wasn’t interested in it. Gave her the chance to back out of the wedding and she wouldn’t. Back then, she was still in college and I was working, so we were busy and I slept in a separate bedroom, mostly, when we were in the same house. But she doesn’t remember anything when she drinks. So I’d get her drunk and put a vibrator next to her and pretend like I’d helped her out.”
Glancing over at Liam, I see the triumph in his eyes.
“Beg me for it, boy,” I order.
“Please let me suck your cock, Sir! I want to suck it again.”
I ease up on the grip in his hair without releasing him. “Unzip me and do it. Don’t make me come yet.”
He does, and my eyes are focused on Liam as he watches the first love of his life swallow his husband’s cock.
Definitely longing and hunger in his gaze as Ward slowly rocks himself back and forth as he works his mouth over my meat.
I pull Ward deep onto my erection and hold him there, making him struggle to take me and hold his breath, all while I defy Liam with my gaze to complain or try to say something.
He watches with nearly perfect control.
Except his fists clench. I don’t even think he realizes he’s doing it.
Once I see that, I know I’m digging deep under his skin. Not sure of the reason yet, but at least I know what he’s seeing isn’t simply rolling off his back or fueling sexy fantasies.
He wants to step in here, pull us apart, and direct the action.
That’s not going to happen for…a while.
How long?
I guess that’s up to the two of them, isn’t it?
Chapter Seven
Standing in my own bedroom, with my cock buried in another man’s mouth, while my bound and gagged hubby watches, never appeared anywhere on my relationship bingo card. Not even as a possibility for the free space.
Let’s be honest—Ryan Reynolds was a far-fetched fantasy, and I know it. Although, had that opportunity ever arisen, I definitely would have jumped all over it and RyRey.
“He’s good, Liam,” I say as I use Ward’s mouth as a fucktoy. “You taught him well.”
I slam home deep and nearly gag Ward as I hold him all the way on my cock again. He keeps the struggling to a minimum and I feel him swallowing, trying to fight and control his gag reflex.
“Too bad you won’t get to experience this for a while,” I add as I ease out a little to let Ward breathe. “His mouth and ass belong to only me now.” I stare down into Ward’s blue eyes. “You promise to be a good boy for me, baby?”
“Yeth, Thir,” Ward mumbles around my cock, making me smile and ruffle his hair.
When I glace at Liam, the pain in his eyes nearly makes me call a halt to this.
Then I remember how it felt like a literal gut-punch when I unlocked that cell phone and read everything, saw the pictures and watched the videos.
I don’t have two in me tonight, I’m sure of it. Between physical and mental exhaustion, on top of the emotional shitstorm, I’ll be lucky if I don’t collapse and fall asleep immediately after coming.
That means I take my time right now, making sure Liam can watch what’s happening. “Does anyone else at work know you were roommates?” I ask Ward, pulling out far enough he can talk.
“It hasn’t come up, Sir.”
I fuck his mouth between questions. “Have you said anything to your wife at all about Liam? Mentioned you knew each other in college?”
“I told her we were roommates. I didn’t want to get caught in a lie later, but I wanted to set it up so it wouldn’t be a surprise, either, that we spent time together outside of work.”
“Does she know how long you were roommates?”
“No, Sir. She didn’t ask. She doesn’t care.”
“Excellent.” I slowly thrust again. “Set up a night for us to come over to have dinner with both of you when she’s back in town. Just the four of us. Old friends able to spend time catching up. Make sure asparagus is on the menu.”
At that dictum, his gaze cuts over to Liam and I lightly slap Ward’s cheek. “Well?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Liam despises asparagus. Obviously, Ward remembers that. “Good boy.” I send Liam as sarcastic a smile as I can muster. “You’ll
eat every bite of it on your plate, won’t you?”
He glares but nods.
He thinks I’ll pay for this later, at some point.
He’s wrong—I’m paying for it now.
* * * *
For years, one of my secret fantasies was to track down Liam’s ghost, drag him in front of my husband, and watch the man pay for his sins at the sadist’s hands. After Liam finally purged himself and then made love to me in front of him, to show the ghost what he was missing, then the man would be sent away in humiliation.
I used to imagine what flavor popcorn I’d snack on while enjoying a front-row seat to the festivities. About egging Liam on as he unloaded a truck-load of pain onto the mystery man.
Because before I read through the contents of the e-mail account, I held a limited, relatively opaque spouse’s view of the events I was not a witness to. The filter through which I viewed what happened originated because of that opacity.
I never wanted to press Liam once I bumped against his most obvious emotional walls. It pained him to talk about his ghost. Even recalling events from college, happy events, usually concluded with a wistful look in his eyes as he left out gaping chasms of information because of those memories being forever entwined with the ghost’s presence in his soul.
I…got it. I even respected him for honoring his promise to never out the man.
Even when he listed his ghost as his hall-pass fuck exception, I assumed it meant so he could fuck the man and beat his ass and then kick him out of bed. When I agreed to his choice of HPF, I thought it meant—not that I seriously believed it would ever happen—I could partake in that vengeance with him. I would have gleefully handed him implements to beat the crap out of the guy.
My own growing and seething rage over the past few weeks as I suspected something was going on fed into that revenge fantasy. Although it was a skewed revenge fantasy without me knowing it, at the time.
Staring down into Ward’s eyes as my cock glides through his lips and over his tongue, with the new knowledge I bear, I realize my husband never would have made Ward serve penance.
Not the way I would have chosen for him to atone.
With my new insight, I don’t think I ever could make Ward pay, either.
Pay for the two of them fucking around behind my back?
Oh, hell, yeah. This is behavior modification and my own revenge.
But…
No matter what I said to Ward, the truth is, I can…feel the older man’s vulnerability. You just get that sense with some people, right? No matter how capable they are of adulting, there’s still that radar ping at a soul level telling you they’re fragile in ways that make you want to shelter and protect them. I don’t mean people who are professional victims, either.
Ward did what he did, despite how much he loved Liam, to protect him. At great expense to his own happiness. Even knowing he’d be miserable, and while thinking Liam would move on with his life and find love elsewhere.
Ward kept his promise to Liam to not be with anyone else. Over twenty years he’s denied himself.
I mean…how do you stay enraged over that?
I won’t tell either of them that Mason Rutherford Callahan is now on my radar and my to-do list. The man has become my hobby. They don’t need to know that. It would only terrify Ward if I told him, and it would probably trigger some stupidly protective instinct in Liam. I mean, to the point that Liam might resign suddenly and publicly confess everything they’ve done together just to get the two of us out of DC.
The beauty of my tactics is the surgical nature of the strike, once I send it. Like a sniper. Collateral damage isn’t acceptable to me. That’s sloppy, lazy planning.
We already know how I feel about that.
“Liam tells me you have a prenup we need to worry about,” I say, letting Ward speak.
“Yes, Sir. Infidelity will trigger penalties.”
“She has to have proof, though?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“We just won’t give her any, then. Will we?”
I savor the fear in his eyes. “No, Sir.”
I always recognized I was a bit of a sadist when it comes to work. Until this moment, I never realized how much of one I could be in my private life, too.
Never thought I’d need to be one.
Another benefit of being Liam’s slave was the comfort that, if I needed him to, he’d fight my battles and slay my dragons. The comfort I never had growing up. Mom did her best, but sometimes it felt like I needed to step in behind the scenes—or just outright say it—to take care of business.
Like kicking Dad out.
She never fought me about it once it was done. She knew it was the right call, even though she hated admitting it.
With Liam, I thought if the world was against me, at least I could always count on him being there to protect me emotionally, if not physically.
Now what do I do?
The only thing I can do is pick up the pieces and move forward.
Tomorrow, I will focus on creating a plan to deal with this new facet of our personal life. A long-term plan to fold Ward into our dynamic and finally insert him into the placeholder he’s always occupied in Liam’s soul.
Tonight, I want to make Liam suffer and give him a preview of what he has to look forward to.
I pull my cock from Ward’s mouth and shove my slacks and briefs down and off, kicking them out of my way. “On the bed,” I tell Ward. “Straddle his chest, facing the wall. Brace your hands on the headboard.”
He immediately complies and I adjust his position a little. That leaves Liam staring up at Ward’s cock.
After kneeling behind Ward, I lube him and me both. No condom tonight—I want to send him out of here with my load inside him. Besides, if he’s only ever been with Liam, then it’s safe.
If he’s lying about that, we have bigger problems to worry about.
I’m not gentle when I ram home balls-deep inside his ass, making him grunt, but he doesn’t complain.
Good. He’d better not. He and I both know what a pile-driver Liam can be when he’s in the mood to throw a hard fuck.
With my hand slicked with lube, I reach around Ward and start stroking his cock. I don’t know or care what Liam’s reaction is right now, because the boy’s ass does feel amazingly good. After a few pumps he’s already hard and trying to rock in time with my movements.
I’ll give Ward this one tonight, because of my overreaching goal of making him ours. In the future, he’ll have to work his ass off to earn them from me. There will be lots of begging and debasement, I’m certain.
I alternate fucking him with stroking his cock, working both of us closer to the edge. I want him to get off first.
Yes, it’s…weird being in this situation. It’s odd being with Ward and knowing he’s belonged to Liam all of these years.
It’s strange having to feel my way—literally—around a cock I’ve never handled before like this.
When Ward comes I paint Liam’s face with it before grabbing Ward’s hips and plowing him to completion. My climax rolls out of me and the last few thrusts are hard and deep, pumping my anger and pain into him, not just my cum. When I fall still I struggle and barely fight back the urge to cry.
Ward remains still, arms braced on the headboard and his head drooping.
Reaching down, I smear the mess all over Liam’s face before reaching up and sliding two fingers inside Ward’s mouth.
His lips open automatically.
A very well-trained boy.
While he sucks my fingers, I peer around Ward and down at Liam. “I catch either of you jerking off without permission, I burn both of you. Understand?”
Liam nods.
“Yes, Sir,” Ward mumbles around my fingers.
I pull them from Ward’s mouth, catch his chin, and kiss him long and hard, exploring his mouth with my tongue and taking total control. Then I pull out and slap Ward’s ass. “Go get dressed. I’ll be down in a minute. Wait for
me in the front hall where we left your clothes. You may wash your face, but that’s the only cleaning up you’re allowed to do.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He climbs off the bed and exits the room.
Leaving me sitting on Liam and staring down at his cum-covered face.
“No, you don’t get to kiss him good-bye. You don’t even get to talk to him right now. I’m going to give him instructions, and he’s going to follow them. Will you follow them?”
That’s definitely resignation playing through his expression. He nods.
“Good.” I pat his cheek. “Because this is only the beginning of your penance.” I climb off him, go to the bathroom to clean up and wash my hands, and grab my robe. Then I walk over to the dresser and, with my body blocking Liam’s view, I pick up my bracelet.
Only then do I grab Ward’s phones and head downstairs for one last chat with my new toy.
Chapter Eight
I find Ward waiting exactly where I told him to.
Even better?
He’s in a formal bow on the floor.
“Bonus points for that, boy,” I say as I walk up to him, my bare feet directly in front of him. “Thank me for the orgasm.”
He scoots forward, where he kisses and licks the tops of my feet, exactly as I suspected he would. “Thank you for the orgasm, Sir. And thank you for fucking me, and for letting me suck your cock.”
I’d say he’s a quick study but I know it’s more correct to say I obtained a pre-trained pet. “Let me know by six p.m. tomorrow what day and time to come over for dinner. I will arrange our schedules accordingly.”
He remains in the formal bow and kissing my feet. “Yes, Sir.”
“No touching your cock to play with it. No kissing Liam without permission. No letting Liam get you off, and, obviously, you don’t do anything to him, either.” I go over my other rules one more time, just to make sure he processed them. “Questions?”
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