I kept stroking his nipple as he thought about it. My cousin was done because I couldn’t hear him playing, but I was too focused on Atlas at the moment.
“Hmm. I mean, it’s not like I do a lot of kinky stuff, but I guess… no, like… shitting and all.” Atlas outwardly shuddered. Linden and I wouldn’t be into that either, but I hoped he’d be into piss play. It wasn’t something I’d tried before, but I wanted to with Atlas, to mark him as ours. “Uhm, no fire, electricity, or cutting.”
“Agreed; that’s not for us. What else?”
Linden came over to stand behind me, resting his chin on my shoulder, but he didn’t touch me otherwise.
“I don’t think I’d like being suspended by ropes and stuff. The only thing I think I’d like is my wrists and ankles… not a full body thing.”
Linden moved away from me, stood behind Atlas, rested his hands on his narrow shoulders, and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Can we take you to the sex club and worship your hole in front of a crowd?” he asked him.
Atlas visibly swallowed. “Yes.”
Linden nipped his earlobe. “Can we piss and come on your face?”
“Yeah, definitely.”
Perfect. He was perfect.
“We want to punish you through spanking, edging, or doing my favorite,” I said.
“Favorite?”
Linden pressed his face to Atlas’s shoulder and sucked the skin there. He kept sucking until the area grew redder and redder, eventually bruising.
“My cousin and I do enjoy spit-roasting while you wear strappy heels and stockings.”
“I could do that for you. I’d love to.”
It was so fucking nice to find the right person for us to play with—no more of these one-time deals. I’d always been hyper-sexual, and my needs weren’t nearly met. Hopefully, Atlas could change all that.
Linden inspected his handiwork. When he was satisfied, he rubbed his shoulder. “How does all that sound, Princess?” he asked. He slid his hand down Atlas’s front and into the band of his jeans to cup his junk.
“I want to please you, Knight and King. So much.”
I gently pinched his chin to get his attention. “We want you pleased as well. If we do anything you do not like, you give us a red light. Understood?”
“Yessir.”
Linden straightened his spine and pulled his T-shirt over his head, exposing creamy skin, sun-freckled shoulders, defined abs, and a dusting of dark blond chest hair. “I didn’t make the last shot.”
I pulled my eyes away from him to take my turn. While my cousin wasn’t feminine or elegant, it was hard not to notice his attractiveness after doing this together for years. I was familiarwith every inch of him, from the scar on his left knee when he crashed his bike, to the two moles next to his left nipple that looked like fairy bites, to what turned him on and what didn’t. I was more intimate with Linden than with anyone. But I couldn’t look at him like that. It was one thing to fool around with other men and not touch each other; it was another to have a fun time with him. Relatives were hands-off.
“My turn,” I said, grabbing my cue and chalking the tip. I looked around the table to find an opening. The four ball was open enough that I could cut it into the corner of the left pocket. I bent down, took aim, and gently hit the side. It rolled and rolled until it sank right where I wanted it. The shot lined me up perfectly with the one ball and the side right pocket. That one went in, too. Atlas groaned behind me, making me grin. I couldnotwait to get him naked.
I missed the number seven ball and stepped aside. Linden and I only had two balls left on the table, next to the eight ball. Atlas had five left.
“Your turn, Princess.” I grabbed the hem of my T-shirt, tugged it over my head, and unceremoniously tossed it to the floor.
Atlas gave Linden and me heated stares at our bodies before rolling his shoulders. “I can do this. But you two are damn distractions.” He adjusted his cock in his jeans for show, wiggled his ass again, and bent over the railing to shoot his shot.
He managed to drop the eleven and thirteen balls, leaving him with three on the table. “Ugh, so close!”
I stepped up to him, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and tugged them down as he held his panties to keep them from sliding off. I crouched low and pulled his pants off his feet, leaving his underwear. No, not underwear. Atlas wore a lacy thong. My heart skipped a beat at seeing his swollen cock and balls fighting to escape from the teal fabric. The area wasneatly groomed, so there weren’t dark tufts of hair everywhere. I fingered the string over his hip and looked up at him. “Stunning,” I breathed.
“Oh, shit. I like those. Turn him around, King.”
I stood and turned Atlas to where his ass was facing Linden. He licked his lips as I ran a hand across the smooth globes. “Damn, we need to force our princess to wear only thongs from now on. She’s not allowed to wear anything else.”
