Chapter Forty-Three
I awake before my alarm the next morning to find that Leo’s curled around me, which is a bonus.
This officially means I am no longer trapped in a hell of my own making.
Yesterday…reallyhappened.
I not only get the hot guy, I get the other hot guy, too.
When I start to move, Leo’s arm tightens where it’s hooked around my waist.
“No, you don’t,” he mumbles against the back of my neck. “Where d’you think you’re going, baby?” His cock hardens along the seam of my ass and I realize I’m not getting out of here this morning without him fucking me first.
Yay!
Good thing I’m awake early.
I roll in his arms to face him. As I kiss him, his hands land on my deliciously sore ass. Unfortunately, I didn’t look at myself in the mirror last night before going to bed to see what kind of marks I had. I’m sure they’re more pronounced this morning.
Leo nips my bottom lip and tugs. “Who’s my good boy?”
“Me, Daddy.”
“That’s right.” In the dim light, he stares into my eyes as his fingers dig hard and deep into my ass, making me wince. “You’re Daddy’s good boy, and you’re never leaving me or the pet again, are you?”
“No, Daddy.”
“Can I ask a question?” Elliot mumbles next to us before he rolls toward us and drapes an arm around us.
Leo tips his head back. “Yes, pet?”
I feel Elliot’s right leg hook over mine. “When’d the Daddy thing start? That’s kinda hot.”
“Yesterday,” the two of us say in unison, triggering our laughter.
“I should clarify,” Elliot adds. “I think it’s hot when Jordan callsyouthat, Master.”
Leo chuckles. “Don’t want the boy calling you ‘Daddy’ when you top him, pet?”
“No, thank you, Master. It’s difficult enough for me to climb into that mode for him as it is. And please don’t ask me to call you that, either.”
Leo sighs. “I suppose I can be a nice guy this time. Even if IthoughtI trained you better than to let me know what irritates you, pet.”
Yeah, never let a sadist know what gets under your skin. That kind of falls under theSubmissive Survival Tactics 101header. I learned that within the first few weeks of my life with Leo.
Elliot raises his head so he can look me in the eyes. “You trained me to give you all pertinent information, Master. You also said the act of giving you the information will never be held against me.”
“Youdosay that,” I add. “Allthe fricking time.”
Leo sighs. “Ahh, this is true. Hoisted by my own pedantic nature.”
Elliot gives me a sleepy smile and a wink. I’m struggling not to grind myself against Leo, because my cock’s hard now and grinding on him without permission will usually earn me the not-fun kind of punishment.
Like ordering me to wait to get off, while he torments me even more to make me hornier.
It’s not that Leo minds us grinding on him. It’s a control issue, for him. Because if we break that rule, he gets to mete out punishment of a sadistic nature.
Kind of a win-win, even if I’m swearing at him in the process.
