“I think I remember,” he said, shoving a hand into his pocket and pulling out a tube of lipstick. He handed it to me. “Do you want the honors since Hugh did it last time?”
I took it from him and tugged the cap off, exposing a deep, vibrant red. It was darker than what Hugh had used on him. First, I swiped his upper lip, then his lower one, making sure to cover his entire mouth and that it was neat. Hugh looked on, his eyes darkening by the minute.
“Love the color,” he growled.
Atlas side-eyed him as I finished up his lips. When I pulled back, he grinned. “It matches my sweet underwear. And you can kiss me all you want. It’s a lip stain.”
Hugh’s hand reached out to Atlas’s throat like a viper, pulling out a squeak from him. “I don’t know if I can wait to finish the game.”
A smile spread across my face as Atlas lifted his chin and tilted his head before saying, “But what fun is there in rushing, handsome?”
“Cheeky little brat.” Hugh glanced at me with fire in his eyes. “Maybe we should punish our princess for that.”
“I’m always game for a little punishment.”
I didn’t wait for Hugh to order me to grab the crop. He had it ready and waiting in a drawer by the credenza near the sitting area, along with some other fun toys to use on Atlas. He had every intention of trying it on him tonight, and I was there for it. Watching someone willingly submit to punishment was hot as hell.
Atlas’s eyes bugged wide open when he saw the crop. “Oh, my…” he mumbled.
I set it on the railing of the pool table as a reminder of what was to come after the game. Then, I took his face in my palmsand kissed the hell out of him. His arms hung limply at his sides as he melted. I loved it when a guy just gave himself to me, completely and willingly. He was breathless when I pulled away.
Without taking my hands off his face, I craned my head to look back at Hugh, who’d been watching our every move. “So, you and me against our princess?” I asked him.
“W-what? That’s not fair.”
I dragged my thumb over his bottom lip. “We have to make you lose somehow. How else are we going to wreck you tonight? We own you, baby girl. Your body and pussy are now ours. You’re going to let us do whatever we want to, right? Are you going to be a good princess? Do you give us the green light?”
“Yes, Knight,” he breathed. “Green all the way.”
Hugh pressed his body against Atlas from behind, sandwiching him between us. “Trust me. You will be rewarded for your subservience. Now rack ’em, Princess.”
“Yessir,” he said before sashaying toward the pool table, where he bent over the table to grab the triangle rack, showing off his perfect ass with a cute little wiggle. Then he found all the balls and placed them in the middle of the triangle. When he finished, Hugh inspected the setup. “Good. Now grab yourself a cue. We’ll let you break them.”
Atlas chalked up the tip of his stick, bent over the table again, and took aim at the balls set up on the other end. He had good form, so I had a feeling he wouldn’t make it easy on us.
With one swift move, he struck the cue ball, and it hit the other balls, sending them scattering across the surface. He even sank two stripes.
“And so it begins,” I whispered to myself.
This is going to be fucking fun. I can’t wait to tap that ass.
Chapter 12
Hugh
Atlassanktwoballson the break, but he couldn’t sink a third. As Linden worked on the solid balls, I strode over to Atlas, who waited for my next move. I reached for the blouse that looked stunning on him, popped the first button, and worked my way down. I debated leaving it on, but I wanted him completely naked by the time we finished the game.
We were going to have to dress him up, too, buy him some miniskirts that showed off that smooth, bubbly ass of his. I could pair them with long socks. My mind ran wild with visions of Atlas wearing all sorts of feminine things. Sexy things.
I slid the silky fabric off his shoulders and arms, exposing his beautiful olive skin and defined abs. Atlas wasn’t as defined as I was, but he had a beautiful body. I draped the blouse over the barstool, next to the pool table. Standing close to him, I grazed my thumb over his nipple. I loved watching bodily reactions, like the hardening of his nipple, at my very touch. Atlas’s breath caught, and his eyes fluttered closed. My cock hardened at his response.
“You like your nipples played with, Princess?”
“So much, King.”
As the balls clacked on the table, I pinched and twisted them. He groaned and rolled his hips toward me, already seeking friction. Yes, he definitely liked that. Perfect. I had just the thing for him when we wrapped up the game.
“What else will you let us do to you?” I asked him. I was curious to see if he would let us doanything, not that we would without his explicit consent. Linden and I wanted him to be all in or not at all. He’d enjoy it more, sowewould, too. “Or a better question… what are your absolute red lights? Things you will never do?”
