The sexual chemistry between us has always been off the charts. If I’d met Leo back in college, before my life settled onto the path it did, there’s a very good chance I never would have entered politics. Once my mandatory enlistment ended in the military, I would have followed Leo anywhere, no matter my fear about coming out to my family.
That’s why I’ve never been able to walk away from him.
I can’t, and I don’t want to. He’s always had a way of easing me through the worst of my anxiety so my biggest fear was of losing him, even more than coming out to my family and the public.
Until he brought Jordan into our lives. Now my greatest fear is of losing Jordan.
Leo plants his hands on either side of my head, leaning in, caging my body with his. “I think we need to get a certain pet completely naked and collared so we can play.”
Under Leo my hips rock outside my conscious control, trying to gain traction against him. “Yes, Master.”
Leo leans in and nuzzles my nose, a sexy smile curving his lips. “You really need me to put you through the wringer tonight, don’t you?”
Why lie? I nod.
Sitting up, he drops his weight onto my hips again, grinding on me and chuckling when I let out a desperate, needy moan.
“Where’s your collar, baby?”
I point toward the nightstand. He looks, gets off me, and retrieves my collar from the top drawer. Before he buckles it around my neck he holds it over my lips and without even needing a prompt I kiss the supple black leather. Once it’s fastened around my neck Leo leans in to claim another long, sexy kiss that leaves me breathless and hungry and helpless for him.
His gaze narrows into a positively evil smile that makes my cock jump. “Time to get you naked, pet.”
* * *
Fifteen minutes later,I’m naked except for my leather collar, minus Duck, and back on the bed with Leo naked and on top of me, pinning me face-down for the first of what I’m sure will be many times during this session. During play such as this my mind vaults into a sweet, stress-free cocoon where I’m only focused on trying to get one up on Leo.
Not that I will. He has years more training and experience than I do in martial arts and unarmed combat. I’m also way out of practice and borderline out of shape—and I enjoy it when he takes me in hand—and he easily pins me time after time. During our struggles he frequently uses pressure points against me, or sadistically drives his knuckles and fists into tender, meaty areas, impacts far quieter than open-handed slaps and yet which still harden my cock.
I love the pain he inflicts on me.
Sometimes, I need it.
During those times I usually need it more than I think I do. Far more.
Like tonight.
Before I even process it I’ve slipped into a feral state of mind where I hiss and grunt at the pain and crave it all the more. It uncouples conscious thought from my brain and focuses me on Leo, the way our flesh slaps and slides against each other as we both start sweating, even in the cool room.
Every bright burst of pain exploding through my body like a flare over a darkened battlefield sends another jolt of dopamine and endorphins and adrenaline and serotonin into my system. Another strike from his fists equals another hit of my drug.
OfHim.
Leo is my drug. Jordan, too, but in different ways.
It’s always been Leo woven through the fabric of my being. He unlocked my soul like no one else had a chance to and I’ve been chained to him ever since. My love for him, my need for him—they’re what have always kept me moving forward when I didn’t think I had the strength to.
And then he brought Jordan to me and I started to believe perfection might actually be within my grasp, if only I could get out of my own goddamned way.
I simultaneously love and hate Leo for it because knowing they’re both devoted to me almost makes it difficult for me to hate myself.
* * *
Leo has pinnedme yet again when the sound of the passcode being punched into the door leading out to the central hall hits us both, making us freeze. The door swings open and there’s our Jordan, smiling as he wheels in a serving cart laden with our dinner. A delicious and mouth-watering aroma rolls in with him like a wave, making my stomach forcefully growl in agreement with the interruption.
“That’s more like it,” Jordan says as the two of us collapse in a sweaty heap on the bed, the spell broken. “That’s what I enjoy seeing. Good thing we have a king-size bed.” He closes and locks the door behind him, sealing us into our precious sanctuary for the night.
Leo rolls off me, pulling me in for a kiss and smiling in that sexy way he has. “Ready for dinner, pet?”
