“I need Sir to use me,pleaseSir!”
SMACK!
Holy…shit.
George starts pummeling Declan’s ass and thighs with his fists, drawing moans from the boy and making him squirm.
I realize George has also placed a towel under Declan.
Smart.
No doubt Declan’s already creaming himself and leaving one hell of a puddle under him. In some ways, it would seem, George is a fast learner.
I lean against the doorframe and fight the urge to jam my hand in my panties and finger myself.
Or to walk in and join them.
It’d mean admitting I checked up on them.
Or admitting that I wanted to be here.
I still can’t bring myself to admit I want something from them. Especially from George.
That’s a vulnerability I despise having.
It’s power over me that they have—that George has—that I don’t want to give up.
I’ve already given up too much to George in my life. Changing our current dynamic isn’t something I’m going to be able to achieve overnight, even if it means I could possibly benefit from it in the long run.
“Who’s my good little slut?”
SMACK!
I am, Sir.My stomach tightens, my pussy throbbing.
“Me, Sir!” Declan moans.
Trust me, Iknowthat moan. The boy isn’t suffering right now in any way he doesn’twantto suffer.
George fists Declan’s hips, fingers digging in and making Declan squirm and cry out. George hasn’t blindfolded and gagged the boy tonight. I don’t know why, but it’s not my call.
I watch as George leans in, now within my line of sight, and bites down hard on the right side of Declan’s rib cage. The boy’s cries grow louder, more plaintive, but I know that sound well, too.
That’s a boy having a hella good time, even as he’s suffering.
I’m damn near creaming myself while I stand there watching and listening. George lets out a low, deep growl that makes my breath shudder and I have to stop myself from pushing the door open and joining them.
He’s…gone.
George, I mean. Although Declan is definitely encased in his sweet, personal hell, too.
George releases his bite and sits up to examine the mark. Leaning in again, he puts one on Declan’s other side. I can tell from the way Declan’s squirming and moaning that he’s in fricking heaven right now.
When the little tendril of jealousy tries to sprout because Declan’s enjoying this with George as much if not more than he enjoys playing with me, I know that’s something I’ll have to unpack and examine some other time.
Not now.
Not tonight.
