“Not so funny when it’syourjunk getting iced down, is it, asshole?”
Oh, yes. He’s done this to me before. Not like this, exactly, but the ice will melt reasonably fast because it had a head-start from being in my drink earlier. I glance over at Ward, who’s watching with wide eyes. “He ever do this to you?”
He nods. “Inside a condom, and he used a rubber band to hold it on me.”
“Oh, see? He improved his evil technique over the years.” I reach up and smack Liam’s cheek. “Aren’t you a clever sadist?”
He fuckinggrowlsat me through his impromptu gag. The glare I receive from him is all pissed-off Master.
I thump the head of his now-wilted cock again, making him yelp. “Fucking knock that shit off,rightnow. You damn well know why you’re here and that you deserve it. You want me to walk? I can do that, if you’d prefer.” I point to the bedroom door.
Like that, his glare disappears, immediately replaced by desperate pleading in his gaze and he shakes his head.
“That’s better.”
I round the bed. Liam’s gaze tracks my progress and he turns his head so he’s looking right at me when I stand in front of where Ward kneels, grab him by the hair, and viciously wrench his head back.
Liam’s strains at the ropes again, but this time it’s involuntary.
It’s also my definitive answer. His instinct is to jump in to protect Ward. The borderline desperation in his gaze isn’t passion, but fear.
Fear of what I’ll do to Ward.
Without breaking my gaze with Liam, I speak to Ward. “What’d you just do to me downstairs,boy?”
“I sucked your cock, Sir.”
“And did you enjoy sucking my cock, boy?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Sir,what?”
“Yes, Sir, I enjoyed sucking your cock.”
Ward’s a quick study. Or, he remembers all too well what a beautiful bastard Liam can be in his most sadistic moods.
“Would you like to suck my cock again?”
“Yes, Sir, I would like to suck your cock again, please.”
A subtle shift in Liam’s gaze tells me he’s deep in the middle of an emotional morass, but there’s definitely hunger trying to creep in.
I don’t want to harm my husband—I only want to hurt him enough he doesn’t forget the lesson, or make a similar mistake in the future.
Returning my focus to Ward, I look into his eyes. “How, exactly, did you get away with not sleeping with your own wife for, what, fifteen years?”
I have suspicions I’ll keep to myself, for now. A rumor I caught wind of last week, but haven’t had time to run down yet.
“I told her I got whacked hard in the balls in college and couldn’t have sex, and that I wasn’t interested in it. Gave her the chance to back out of the wedding and she wouldn’t. Back then, she was still in college and I was working, so we were busy and I slept in a separate bedroom, mostly, when we were in the same house. But she doesn’t remember anything when she drinks. So I’d get her drunk and put a vibrator next to her and pretend like I’d helped her out.”
Glancing over at Liam, I see the triumph in his eyes.
“Beg me for it, boy,” I order.
“Please let me suck your cock, Sir! I want to suck it again.”
I ease up on the grip in his hair without releasing him. “Unzip me and do it. Don’t make me come yet.”
