Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 694(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
“Wonderful,” Walker said. “I suggest the boys pull down their pants and get on their knees.”
I wanted to watch, but Kingsley rubbing my thigh was making me wanna close my eyes. Jesus, he was almost as good as Lucian.
“Thirty minutes on the clock,” Lucian requested. “Cam, darling, scoot closer to the center. Noa, you can give your brother a nice blow job while I paddle you. I’m just gonna place my phone somewhere it can catch everything.”
Well, Cam was relieved.
“I like that plan,” Reese said. “I’m stealin’ it. River, have a seat.”
“Don’t mind if I do.” So River sat down next to Cam, and both undid their pants. Or pulled down his jammies, in Cam’s case.
I sighed and let my head fall back against the mattress. “Your hands are magical, man.”
Kingsley chuckled and planted a knee between my legs. “I’m just glad I get a break from touching Tate.”
Oh, all right. So we were jumping right into his degradation slash cuckold scene with Tate, who was oblivious.
Scratch that. Judging by the verbal face-slap the boy had just received, he was no longer oblivious. He looked stunned, not to mention ready to go WTF on his Master’s ass—until it dawned on him what was going on. I couldn’t take the wounded puppy-dog look that appeared on Tate’s beautiful face, so I refocused on Kingsley.
“Safe to say, I’m not a degradation player,” I muttered under my breath.
Technically not a lie, though I could absolutely use degradation as a spice in mindfuck sessions. But straight-up emotional sadism scenes weren’t my brand of pain.
Kingsley leaned over me, gorgeous green eyes lit with sadistic pleasure. “Think of it as resetting a fracture that’s healed incorrectly,” he murmured, brushing his lips to mine. Fuck, he had me trapped with that gaze, something I wasn’t used to. “It hurts to rebreak the bone, but then it can finally heal the way it’s supposed to.”
Uh-huh. Yeah, sure.
“Don’t fuck with my head, Madden,” I whispered.
He grinned quickly.
Bastard. I didn’t know how many scenes we’d done together over the years, but they’d all been fairly nonsexual.
“Master?” Tate forced out, his voice strained.
Kingsley didn’t look away from me for a second. “Hear how fuckin’ whiny he is?”
I nodded, playing along, and kissed him. I cupped his face in my hands and went all in to the sounds of Noa and Shay choking out screams. Two spiked paddles hitting skin did something to the atmosphere that wrapped up all small talk in a flash. Sadists were suddenly on their feet, and brats held their breaths.
Someone dimmed the lights and put on music with a slow, seductive beat.
The air filled with whatever it was that turned Noa and me into animals. Heat. Lust. Hunger. I pushed back, kissed Kingsley harder, and rolled him onto his back. I crawled over him, and his fingers disappeared into my hair. Our tongues met with force, and it felt as if we’d done this countless times before. Dozens of scenes where we’d fucked with subs’ pretty little heads together had forged a bond between us that made this so goddamn easy.
I heard Greer in the background, coming closer… “Hold my drink, slave. I want you to see what could happen if you’re good boys. Are you listenin’ to me, Corey?”
Fuck yeah.
We were bringing out the heavy artillery tonight.
“Y-yes, Dominus,” Corey stammered.
Kingsley and I broke from each other to catch our breaths, and I pushed myself up so he could remove his hoodie and unbutton his jeans.
Noa’s scream pierced the air, and both Kingsley and I looked over there for fuel. And fuck me if the scene didn’t turn me on beyond belief. I wanted to trace every spike on that paddle with my fingers, to feel the sharpness of the metal that Lucian brought down on Noa’s sweet little bottom with each smack. The dark wood of the paddle gleamed in the low light, the spikes even more so.
The sight of Shay drew me in too, and I groaned under my breath as Kingsley cupped my cock through my underwear. Shay’s tattoos were such a stark contrast against the untouched bits. His pale, perfect ass, his thighs, parts of his sides—and how greedily Reese and River grabbed at him. How they used him.
How they owned him.
Colt joined Greer, and the two stripped down to boxer briefs before they trailed over to Santiago. I didn’t miss the subtle nod they exchanged with Dean, to which Santiago gave his man a sharp look.
I smirked and captured Kingsley’s mouth with mine again. We didn’t have much time left.
“Holy fuck,” Macklin blurted out.
“Don’t even try fightin’ it,” Colt murmured.
“You asked for this,” Dean said. “I want you on your knees for…everyone.”
Fuck me.
Kingsley cursed into the kiss, and I swept my tongue around his. This is it. We heard them moving over to us. Colt and Greer controlled Santiago’s movements, acting as his guards who made sure he couldn’t run away.