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Authors: Sara Brookes

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“Let’s see what you’re up to tonight, boys.”

The submissive Boyce had just finished securing to the bondage table struggled against her cuffs. Not surprising given the size of the dildo Saint had extracted from his toy bag. Boyce had been intimidated the first time Saint used it on him too. Damn thing had felt as though it had been about to split him in two. And he’d cursed Saint’s full name the entire time he’d come.

Now
that
was a glorious memory.

Boyce tucked it away for later. Something to relive after this scene when they were alone.

Saint’s green eyes glittered in the stage lighting. Yeah, Saint was enjoying himself way too damn much to mention it. Not that Boyce would complain. He wasn’t the one facing down the monstrous cock.

But he would definitely reap the rewards.

Boyce angled his face so the submissive and the cameras mounted around the room couldn’t see him mouth
fucker
to Saint. That gloriously wicked gleam darkened, transforming Saint from sadistic bastard to devilishly handsome sadistic bastard.

Definitely spending some time walking down memory lane later.

As Saint screwed the abundantly sized phallus to a long shaft attached to his custom fucking machine, Boyce crouched. Time to pay attention to a very worried looking submissive. Face level with Asha, he stroked her cheek. Her whimpers grew softer, her breathing regulating as he caressed her. Her amber eyes unfocused, glazing over as he encouraged her attention to remain on him.

Boyce swept some of her blonde hair to the side, exposing the bright red flush that darkened her cheeks. That same flush had spread across her neck. The gentle swells of her breasts. She was smaller than Boyce usually favored, a tiny package of a woman who barely cleared his chest when she was upright.

But her petite size didn’t make her any less desirable.

Boyce loved women—and men—of all shapes and sizes. Asha was a cute, little pixie package who had more than enough enthusiasm to make up for her small size. She also had the wrath of Kochran Duke hanging over her head.

They’d planned a different scene entirely for the evening, but Kochran had intercepted them earlier in the day and called in a favor. One of the House submissives needed an attitude adjustment. She had a reputation for being mouthy with the Noble House Doms during a scene. Everything from topping from the bottom, coming whenever she damn well felt like it, and a few other infractions that went against club rules.

It appeared as though the owner of Noble House had finally reached his limit on her bratty behavior. Boyce knew Kochran well enough to recognize this scene was just the first of many Kochran planned to subject the little bundle of energy to.

Boyce traced the flush of red across her torso, following it down until he reached the small triangle of carefully groomed pubic hair. “Eyes on me, sprite.”

She giggled at the nickname he’d branded her with when she’d introduced herself earlier in the evening, before the cameras had been turned on. When they’d discussed limits. Punishment was punishment. However, it didn’t preclude absolute no-nos.

And Asha didn’t have many.

Boyce locked his gaze on hers as he scissored his fingers and spread her pussy lips. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Saint performing a safety check to make sure all the mechanical parts were in working order.

“Open your legs wider for me.” She bit her lip as she complied. So accommodating. She knew she’d fucked up and was willing to accept whatever was thrown at her. If Boyce had to guess, he’d bet she’d done it on purpose just to gain attention. Wouldn’t be the first time a submissive intentionally misbehaved.

Certainly was going to get her wish now.

Boyce pressed a gentle kiss to her knee. Legs still weren’t wide enough to give the optimum view for the cameras once things really got going. He could order her again, but everyone was expecting a show. And he intended to give them one. Boyce hooked a second ring on a metal circle above her ankle, closing each of them with a snap, and made a few adjustments. Now her legs were spread wide, her ankles high in the air and secured by clips with panic snaps.

Safety first.

Boyce reached into his pocket. As he drew out a handful of clips, the sprite whimpered. “Courtesy of Kochran.” He plucked two of the metal items from the pile before tossing the rest toward Saint. “Since she’s on restriction, we should educate her accordingly.”

“Works for me.” Saint jiggled the clips, deep in thought.

Boyce returned to the head of the table to give Saint some time to formulate a plan on where he wanted to take the scene as Saint was the lead this time around. Boyce would co-Dom for the night, picking up any slack where guidance was needed.

Which suited Boyce just fine.

They’d been together long enough that Boyce could read even the most subtle signal. Most of the time, once they both dropped into the zone, Boyce could read even the smallest nuance and anticipate Saint’s every move. They worked well together, which was probably the reason Kochran had enlisted their assistance.

“Please don’t clamp me. Please. It will hurt.” Asha’s hair fanned out against the deep purple covering on the bondage table as she shook her head. Panic had drawn her slender eyebrows together and dilated her pupils.

Boyce loved seeing this kind of reaction. Loved watching a submissive struggle and beg. It meant he was doing his duty as a Dom. Fear—even controlled fear—was an excellent aphrodisiac.

“That’s the general idea of punishment, sprite.”

While she continued to whimper softly, Boyce turned his focus to her chest. She needed a distraction of some kind while Saint continued prepping. Leaning closer, Boyce ringed one of her nipples, enjoying the way the pink bud hardened under his tongue. A gentle squeeze had her arching off the table.

Yeah. The little sprite enjoyed pain way more than she let on. Not that Boyce doubted Kochran’s word. The owner always knew exactly what was going on at any time in his club. Like he instinctively recognized each of his members wants and desires.

Freakishly so sometimes.

As Boyce continued circling, teasing and nipping, a fine sheen of sweat coated Asha’s tanned skin. When he tightened the clamp around one of her erect nipples, her eyes glazed over, her mind taking her to a place where pain and pleasure were almost indistinguishable.

Too bad he’d given Saint the extra clips. Her dusky nipples looked pretty clamped, the tips of the metal fasteners trembling as he tied a thin string around an open loop on one end and secured them to the clips at her wrists. Though he admired the way her breathing tugged and pulled on the string, he thought about an artful circular pattern ringing her entire breast. Giving her that pain she claimed not to care for.

Too late.

Saint had beaten him to the punch in a similar industrious fashion by taking the handful of clips and lined them in a neat vertical row, pinching her pussy lips together. Effectively locking her in chastity. Saint pulled her ass to the edge of the table and positioned her so he could use the entrance he hadn’t blocked.

“Inventive.”

“Just being resourceful.” Saint retrieved a tube from his bag and slicked her with lubricant.

Boyce didn’t distract her this time, but watched her body and mannerisms with a keen eye as Saint brushed the dildo against her anus. Her breathing was steady, if a bit ragged. Her color had brightened as her arousal level grew. She kept licking her lips, as though she was preparing to say something, but each time, Saint would dip the toy into her opening.

The man was no fool.

He was keyed in enough on her, on the scene, that he didn’t even need to hear verbal protests to know when to push her. Saint’s method of solving her problems was going to be barreling over her defenses to wiggle his way under her skin.

Boyce had seen it often. Experienced it firsthand even more. And loved it each and every time whether he was on the receiving end or not. His pride, and love, for Saint swelled, even though he didn’t think it possible. The man continued to surprise him each day they were together.

As Saint slid the dildo in and out a few times, Asha unleashed a long, low wail followed by an inventive string of curses. There was the mouthy submissive they’d been tasked to discipline.

Boyce bit his lip to keep from grinning. She had a flair for the melodramatic, no doubt about that. Some Doms got off on that behavior. Some didn’t. Asha needed to learn there was a time and a place.

Boyce caught the ball gag Saint tossed him. “Muffle her.”

Chapter Two

“N
ot tonight, buddy. At least not with that. I have something a little more substantial in mind.” Boyce dropped the gag into his bag and pulled out a condom. He wiggled the foil packet as he worked open his fly, and Saint nodded, the side of his mouth lifting in approval.

Though Asha was shaking her head, her intent gaze stayed focused on Boyce’s crotch as he pulled himself free and wrapped his hand around the base. Her interest was perceptible. But she was definitely fighting. As though she didn’t
want
to want it.

Tricky thing, submission. Making little known desires bubble to the surface.

“Stubborn, sprite. Fighting and struggling against the inevitable.” She bit her plump lower lip, her gaze locked on his dick as he made a show of rolling the condom in place. His hand was a poor substitute for the warmth of her mouth, but he’d be there soon enough.

“Open up, honey.” When she complied, he brushed the head of his cock against her lips.

He pushed forward slightly, stopping when her mouth surrounded the broad head. She sucked him in, swiping her tongue against him. He fed her his cock an inch at a time until he felt resistance against the back of her throat. Though she increased the suction, trying to pull him in, he prevented her by clutching the back of her head and yanking her mouth away. He tightened his grip until she whimpered and began squirming. But he didn’t release. Instead, he continued to hold her head firmly in place as he swept his cock over her parted lips. Back and forth, dragging the wetness she’d slicked over him against her trembling mouth.

“You don’t get to decide when to suck. My dick is in your mouth for
my
pleasure. You’re serving me. Not the other way around. As pretty as you are, sprite, you need to learn that you still don’t get to top from the bottom.
My
pace.
My
control.”

When she whimpered again, the vibrations wrapped around the base of his dick and threaded up his spine. She was going to be a joy once things really ramped up.

“But they do get their bottoms topped.” Saint flipped the lever on the small remote in his hand, and the shaft of the machine inched forward. As the dildo pushed into her, she squirmed against the table.

“Easy, sprite.” To keep her preoccupied, Boyce drew his hips back and then forward slowly, using the momentum to thrust in and out of her mouth. “Show me how appreciative you are for the feast I’m granting you.”

She went lax in her bindings, groaning around him again as she began to suck him in earnest. Boyce watched the toy slowly push inside her, keeping careful watch even though he knew Saint was doing the same. Her breathing increased as more of the toy disappeared inside her.

Boyce adjusted to ensure she got the necessary air.

Her hands clenched into fists as the entire length of the toy pushed inside her. Saint flipped off the machine, allowing her to accept being opened so wide. She took it like a champ, her lower body trembling as pleasure and endorphins swamped her muscles. The feel of the latex did nothing to dull the sensation of contact against Boyce’s dick.

In fact, it seemed to enhance it.

A soft whine sounded as Saint flipped the on switch. When the machine started a pattern of thrusts, Boyce began moving again. As she relaxed, Boyce was able to push past her gag reflex. With a soft groan, he slipped into her throat. Her sweet mouth, sucking his cock in earnest, accepted his length over and over.

Asha made a needful noise that caused Boyce to smile.

There was no place finer than being cradled in a woman’s mouth.

Except maybe being inside Saint’s mouth.

A wonderful pull surrounded the base of his dick. And it had nothing to do with the little sprite’s skills. The only thing that would make this moment truly mind blowing—both for him and Asha—was for Saint to get his ass to the other side of the table and join them. Boyce wasn’t looking for a quick session tonight. Wasn’t looking for the quicksilver punch of release to take him over.

Asha came first—literally so, in this case. Several times over, since he was determined to give her pleasure as well as punishment. But the change of plans hadn’t deterred Boyce’s need to have Saint balls deep in his ass tonight.

Seconds later, a gentle touch stroked across his back. A flutter passed through his stomach as he looked up to find Saint standing beside him. As Boyce’s cock thickened with a rush of pleasure, he hooked his hand around Saint’s neck and tugged him closer. “Come here.”

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