“Tease just around the edge of those sexy briefs he’s wearing, Dillon, but don’t give him what he wants just yet.” Dillon might have been the one doing the touching, but the look on his face made it clear he was following his Dom’s instructions.
They looked so submissive and needy they made me want to find the perfect Dom for them.
How had they not been snapped up already?
“Yes, that’s a good boy, Dillon.” His eyes went soft and needy at the words.
I wasn’t sure if it was the praise or just being called boy, but something had hit his buttons, so I played to it. “Your Master thinks you’re a good boy too. He’s smiling, but it’s a wicked, dirty smile. He loves seeing his boys together.”
The sounds they made had me wanting to squirm. I might have been pushing them a bit, but everything I was telling them to do fell under the rules we’d set to begin with, so I didn’t feel guilty. I was going to make sure they got the pictures they’d dreamed of. “Be a good boy for him and reach inside River’s briefs. Stroke his cock softly. Master doesn’t want him to come just yet.”
No matter how needy and desperate River looked as Dillon reached into his briefs and wrapped his hand around his lover’s cock, we weren’t anywhere near ready for either of them to come. We had a long, fun afternoon ahead of us.
****
As I shut the door, all I could think of was how good it was going to feel when Roman bent me over the couch. Unfortunately, as I turned and threw myself at him, he had other ideas.
Snorting, he wrapped his arms around me. “You were naughty. Teasing those boys. Turning them on and making them squirm.”
I shivered as his rough, sexy voice washed through me. “They were so cute. I had to flirt with them. But I was good. I didn’t push them too far and I didn’t touch anyone. I was sooo good, Master, and the photos are going to be incredible.”
Roman gave a rough laugh. “So I shouldn’t punish you because you were just flirting to get pictures?”
What answer would get me fucked and spanked?
“They were shy, Master. I was helping them loosen up.” I gave him a cute pout. “I’m sorry if flirting was naughty, Master.”
Bingo.
His hands dipped low and grabbed my ass. “I’m going to have to make sure you remember who you belong to, brat.”
Oh yes, I was getting a spanking.
One hand moved to stroke my head. “But first, you have something to finish, don’t you?”
With the barest pressure of his hand to my head, I sank to my knees. Looking up, I licked my lips and gave him a needy, submissive look I knew he’d love. “I’m sorry for being naughty, Master.”
Oh yes, I was going to get my spanking eventually, but I was going to have fun playing with him first.
Nuzzling my face against his cloth-covered erection, I gave it a submissive kiss that had him moaning sexy threats under his breath. He might not completely believe I was this submissive, but the game was fun and he thought it was hot.
Easing back, I gave it one last kiss before reaching up and slowly opening his pants. As they slid down his thighs, I pulled his boxer briefs down and watched as his erection sprang out temptingly. Inching forward, I wrapped my lips around his cock as his hands stroked over my head.
Sucking gently, I slowly took him deep into my mouth as his fingers gripped me tighter. He wasn’t going to let me take my time. Master wasn’t going to wait.
As he roughly started fucking my throat, I had to grip my thighs to keep from pulling my dick out and finishing myself off. I might have had fun driving everyone else crazy today, but I’d taken myself along for the ride too.
Roman’s moans grew louder as he fucked me harder until everything was a haze but his ownership and the pleasure at being so completely used. By the time I could feel his cock start to throb and I knew he was close, all I wanted was to swallow him down.
As he exploded, I kept milking his cock, wanting to give him every drop of pleasure I could. By the time Roman pulled away, still holding my head tight, he was all I could think of. “Such a good boy.”
Roman stroked over my head, finally relaxing his grip just to pull me up into his arms. “My sexy, wonderful, insane sub.”
I melted against him as he took my mouth in a long, heated kiss. I knew we weren’t anywhere near done, but for the moment I soaked up his touch and the love he was pouring into me. Our relationship would never be conventional, but who needed smooth sailing when the rapids were much more fun and the rewards were so much better.
~~~
Lane and the Present
Wilder was being sneaky…but he was terrible at it. It was almost like watching a five-year-old keep a secret. But that didn’t make me any less excited to see what he’d been up to.
The only reason he’d usually keep smiling to himself and randomly stare off into space was his art, so I was pretty sure whatever he was hiding was either something about a tattoo or something he’d drawn…and considering it’d been about twenty-four hours since I’d seen him naked, it could be either.
I wasn’t sure how much restraint he had when it came to the secret, so I was trying not to beg too much, but it was getting difficult. “But I’ll get to see it later tonight?”
Squirming on the chair, watching as he moved around the kitchen, I grinned as his smile widened and his walk got even bouncier. Yep, he was a kid at Christmas.
“Yes, you’ll find out tonight.” He got that excited, faraway look in his eyes. “I can’t wait to show you.”
He kept saying he couldn’t wait, but it didn’t seem to make him go any faster.
As he pulled the ziti out of the oven, I studied the way he moved. If he’d gotten a tattoo, I was pretty sure he’d have looked at least a little sore. I knew some people got a high from the actual process, but afterward everyone had to be tender. Right?
So that left art…unless he’d done something like book us a vacation or maybe he’d gotten a new contract…
Okay, so maybe I hadn’t narrowed it down any.
“That smells fabulous.” Pushing back the other questions I really wanted to ask, I focused on more mundane things. “How did work go today?”
As he poked at the ziti to make sure it was cooked, he gave me a grin. “Much better now that you’ve taken on some of the paperwork.”
I felt my face heating up. “It wasn’t as bad as he’s making it out to be. He just didn’t have any systems and was doing everything the hardest way possible.”
The man was still doing books in some kind of ledger he had to have ordered from the dark corners of Hell.
When I’d taken a few days last week and marathoned putting his books into an actual computer program, his accountant had started crying.
Wilder snorted but still seemed extraordinarily pleased with the changes I’d helped make. “No more complaints and no more asking me to be an owner of the business.”
His boss probably wasn’t happy with that part, but he really didn’t have any idea of how many hours a week Wilder was working and sketching at home. The man worked more hours than I did some weeks. He could probably beat Eli for most overworked, but I’d been doing my best to make sure he wasn’t doing that all the time. The only problem was that to him, the art wasn’t stressful, so he didn’t notice the insane hours until I pointed it out.
So we were working on a way to balance it out…and he made sure to include me in the no overworking department.
“You are busy enough without taking on something else. I just helped Stan see he didn’t need a partner to get some help.” He’d gotten no help from the people he’d tried to hire in the past, but the mess he’d created had been more than most basic assistants could handle.
Now that I’d cleaned it up, we were going to work on finding someone who had the skills to keep up what I’d put in place. We even had interviews lined up next week, so Stan hadn’t been able to complain.
If Wilder had wanted to be an owner in the company I�
��d have helped for as long as he’d needed, but he’d been adamant that he didn’t want it. So I was just bridging the gap until we found someone who could handle the business side of things and Stan.
I had a feeling that was going to be the hard part.
Wilder came over and kissed the top of my head. “I appreciate it—and don’t downplay your hard work. I have a feeling you weren’t terribly honest about how long it took you to get it all straightened out.”
I made a very cute “Who, me?” expression and shook my head. “You know Stan likes to overreact.”
Wilder chuckled. Wagging his finger at me, he went back to getting everything ready. I’d tried to volunteer, but he’d only agreed to let me make the salad. According to Wilder, I was working too hard and this was going to be my evening off. That included making dinner too.
I had a feeling someone had let slip how much I’d worked last week when he was finishing up a few projects he had a deadline for. My first guess had been Eli, but then he’d have had to deal with the fallout of Roman finding out how many hours he was working when I tattled on him…so it had to be someone else.
“Sure he does.” Wilder gave me a teasing grin, making it clear he didn’t buy it.
As he started bringing everything to the table, he glanced at me. “How was work this week? You had a lot going on.”
Shrugging, I smiled. “The shoots took the most time and energy. Eli and Roman aren’t fighting now, which thank god makes things go a lot faster, but everyone’s distracted. Even Preston was wandering in and out of the shoots like he couldn’t remember why he was there to begin with.”
I was starting to think they all needed a vacation and some sleep.
That earned me another kiss. “I bet your pictures turned out wonderfully, though.”
I grinned and gave him a quick peck before he could straighten. “They did. But I have to admit the highlight of my week was getting to have lunch with you.”
We couldn’t always make it work, but whenever we could, we’d meet for coffee or a full lunch in the afternoon. He was reading less, but he said I was worth it. Which, according to some of the guys at work, was the biggest compliment I could ever get from a voracious reader like Wilder.
Before he could respond, the doorbell buzzed. Grinning, I bounced up. “I’ll get it.”
Wilder laughed. “Everything’s almost ready, so it’s perfect timing.”
Heading toward the door, I could hear Eli’s excited voice. I couldn’t tell what he was chattering about, but the tone was enough to make me smile. Opening the door, I had to laugh. Eli was draped over Roman as he scowled and shook his head. “No.”
Pouting, Eli was aiming his best you love me, so you’ll give me what I want smile at Roman. “But it would be so much fun. I—”
Roman gave a pointed glance in my direction. “You’re being rude.”
Not really…he was just being Eli.
But Eli must have realized it wasn’t the right time to beg for whatever he wanted, so he huffed and pulled away before aiming a smile at me. “Hi. That smells fabulous.”
He stuck his head in the door. “What are we eating?”
Roman rolled his eyes, but I just grabbed Eli’s arm and tugged him the rest of the way in. “Baked ziti. I’ve had to smell it cooking for ages now and I’m starved.”
As they came in and we shut the door, I leaned into Eli. “What did you do?”
Roman just groaned. “Do not encourage his meddling.”
Eli giggled but gave me a look that said he was going to tell me later. “He’s just grumpy because he didn’t get to—”
“Eli.” Roman’s stern voice had both of us giggling and even Wilder came out of the kitchen.
He seemed to be trying not to laugh and failing badly. “You can’t spank him right now, so you might as well just let him misbehave.”
Eli grinned and threw himself at Wilder. “I knew there was a reason I liked you so much.”
Roman just gave him a flat stare like he was refusing to give Eli the satisfaction of even rolling his eyes, but I wasn’t sure how long that would last.
“Dinner.” Deciding to save Eli from himself, I pointed to the kitchen. “I’m starving.”
Wilder was chuckling as Eli straightened and grabbed my hand. “Yes, lunch was years ago at this point.”
Roman huffed. “That’s because you didn’t eat lunch.”
“Oops.” Eli was trying to play dumb, but Roman wasn’t biting.
“You didn’t eat lunch because you were too busy sneaking away to your office and looking at doctorate programs.” Roman folded his arms across his chest. “Thought I didn’t know about that one, huh?”
Eli blushed, actually looking embarrassed. “I was just curious. I know I’ve got a lot going on.”
Roman’s expression softened, but I could see he wasn’t going to budge. “You have to make choices, Brat.”
I had a feeling this wasn’t a new conversation.
As we sat down around the table, Eli nodded. “I know.”
Yep, if he gave in that fast, they’d already talked about this and Roman had won.
“You know, you might not have time to get a doctorate, but you could probably pick a class to audit and do that a few times a week.” One class wouldn’t be too much. “As long as it’s not an accelerated course or anything like that, the pace shouldn’t be too much.”
Eli’s smile was starting to return. “That’s not a bad idea.”
He turned his head and batted his eyelashes at Roman. “Isn’t that a good idea?”
Roman just ignored him and turned to Wilder. “How is work going?”
Not offended in the least, Eli giggled and leaned my direction, dropping his voice. “We’ll have to talk about that later.”
Then Eli turned to Wilder as he continued to speak with Roman. “For some reason we’ve been doing a lot of butterflies and nature-themed tattoos.”
As they talked, comparing notes on their different artistic passions, Wilder started moving the ziti around the table and everyone began to eat, piling their plates with pasta, salad, and the roasted veggies he’d made. By the time dinner was over, we were stuffed.
Eli, however, seemed to have an endless well of energy. He was nearly bouncing out of his seat as he realized everyone was done. Roman seemed to be trying not to smile as Wilder nodded and Eli squealed. I’d clearly missed the memo on something because I had no idea what they were all so excited about.
“What?” I ran through a few ideas about what they could be hiding, but nothing felt right.
Eli’s excitement kept building as Wilder stood. Leaning over, he kissed my forehead. “Wait right here for a minute. I have a surprise for you.”
Then he turned to Roman. “Would you help me?”
Roman nodded like he wasn’t surprised at all and stood, following Wilder through the house. I stared at their backs for several seconds before turning to Eli. “What are they doing?”
Eli looked like he wanted to pop, but he shook his head. “I promised I wouldn’t tell.”
Tell me what?
Before I could pester him again, however, he jumped up and grabbed my hands. “Let’s go to the living room. That will be easier.”
What were they doing?
With Eli and Roman it could be anything, but Wilder wasn’t the type to do anything too interesting. As I followed Eli, the ideas in my head kept getting more outlandish. But I had to remind myself that whatever they were doing, they’d had to convince Wilder first, so it couldn’t be too weird.
Eli only got more excited as we heard their footsteps coming down the hall. “I can’t wait.”
Me neither, but what were we waiting for?
As Wilder and Roman came into the living room, both carrying two frames facing away from me, I started to get a clue. Wilder had talked about doing a sketch based on the shoot we’d done with Roman, but I hadn’t heard anything about it in a while, so I’d thought he’d gotten distracted on a differe
nt project…maybe not.
Smiling, Wilder stopped by the couch, still holding the frames carefully. “I knew when we were in the photo shoot that the pictures would be incredible. I was right, but once I saw them, I knew they would be perfect for another idea I had too.”
Eli had made every excuse under the sun why I hadn’t been able to see the photos yet, so I was starting to smell a setup. Shooting him a glare as he giggled, I focused back on Wilder. “Show me. I can’t wait to see how they turned out.”
“Well, I don’t have the photos, but I think you’ll like these just as much.” With that cryptic answer and a teasing smile, he turned and set the frames on the couch, propped up on the back. Roman mirrored his actions and soon all four were on the couch.
“Oh, Wilder…”
Even Eli was making excited noises and sighing dramatically. “They’re perfect.”
He was right.
Taking a step closer, I crouched down and looked at the sketches that were lined up on the couch. The two Wilder had been holding were realistic sketches that had to be based on the photos Roman had taken. They were beautiful, and some of the most tenderly erotic things I’d ever seen.
The way we were looking at each other in the sketch had me flashing back to the intimate scene. At that moment it’d felt like there was no one else in the world but us.
But as I looked at the sketches Roman had been holding, I grinned and felt myself blushing. “That’s…”
Eli squealed. “That’s so hot. I want one.”
Roman and Wilder both laughed, but I wasn’t sure I had a word to describe how wonderful the second set was. Wilder had taken the basic idea of the shoot and had exaggerated every aspect of it. I looked like some kind of feminine prince being ravished by a tattooed beast. But instead of being dragged off and looking scared, I looked hungry and very obviously aroused.
Standing, I turned to Wilder and wrapped my arms around him. “They’re both amazing. Thank you.”
Wilder chuckled, holding me tight. “You are the best muse I could ever ask for. Every time I look at you, I see something else new and special. I’m just glad I can show you how wonderful you are.”
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