A hand smacks my face, yanking me from sleep. It’s not hard but enough to piss me off. With a growl, I open my eyes.
Cal glares at me. “About time.”
“Did you just smack me?”
He huffs. “Well, I tried shaking and shoving you, even pinched you.”
It’s dark in the room, definitely not morning. I turn to Cal, who’s squirming and fidgeting, pulling at the metal collar.
“Need to use the bathroom.”
I quirk a brow. Deep down, concern rears its head that he might be using the excuse to run away. However, he’s clenching his thighs, fingers drumming against his knees.
“Mac. Now. Before I pee on the bed.”
With a sigh, I roll over and grab the key for the lock. The moment the collar comes off, Cal flies off the bed and my heart lurches, chest tightening.
I scramble after him, freezing when he does. He bends and shuffles a bit, as if doing the pee dance, and I release a long breath. He wasn’t lying about having to use the bathroom. But why the fuck is he standing there?
A thwack cuts through the silence followed by a muffled moan.
And another.
I shake my head and chuckle. Guess Rex found the paddle.
Cal turns his head, looking at me over his shoulder, and I flick my wrist in an ushering motion. He slowly tiptoes to the bathroom, and I turn on my heels and go back to our room, sitting on the edge of the bed, more thwacks ringing through the house.
I’d think Rex is punishing Devon, only the moans that follow indicate it’s anything but. Not surprised Satan’s spawn enjoys impact play.
Ten minutes go by and Cal isn’t back. Don’t want to be pushy, but when I peek down the hall the bathroom door is ajar.
Fuck.
He left.
I spring back to my feet, not caring if I interrupt whatever’s going on in the living room that should be going on in Rex’s room. This is my house and like fuck am I letting Cal run again.
But when I turn the corner, my little fawn is hiding in a dark corner. Watching. Like a fucking peeping tom as he strokes himself.
Well, fuck.
I quietly stalk over, then slide up behind him and cover his mouth with my hand. Good thing too. My little fawn yelps, which could’ve given us away.
Slowly, I release my hand and wrap an arm around his waist, my lips brushing against the shell of his ear. “Like what you see?”
He nods, breaths coming in short bursts.
“Come on, let’s go back to bed. Let them be.”
Cal grabs my wrist, nails digging into my skin, and shakes his head. When I try to lead him away, he pulls my hand down farther until his hard cock is in my palm. “Jerk me. Please.”
He slips my fingers into his mouth and starts sucking on them and I’m done. My other hand grips his steeled shaft and I stroke root to tip.
“Such a dirty boy.” I push my fingers deeper into his mouth causing him to gag, saliva running down my palm.
When my thumb brushes over his slit, I’m welcomed with pre-cum. Lots of it. My boy’s leaking.
Wedging my own erection between the crease of his ass, I grind as I jerk him, biting on his shoulder, eyes finally glancing forward to see what he’s watching.
