Atlas stayed with his back turned, but looked at Linden. “Even at work, gorgeous?” he asked with a sassy smirk.
“Fuck, I wish.”
When it was Linden’s turn, he had to adjust himself before he got ready to play, while I went to the bar and poured us two tumblers full of bourbon. “Atlas, would you like something? You like cosmopolitans, right? I can make you one.”
“Water, please. I need to stay hydrated. I have a feeling it will be a long evening.”
I chuckled and rummaged around in the small refrigerator to pull out a bottle of water. When I handed it to him, he chugged half of it back. It was hard to take my eyes off him as he focused on Linden. His curls were beautiful. They were thick and luscious. I couldn’t help but run my fingers through them. Atlas turned his head to smile at me before looking back at Linden.
My cousin made one shot, and the next ball barely missed the pocket. He quickly removed his jeans, leaving him in his white boxer briefs. They were almost sheer and hid little.
I quickly averted my eyes and took my turn, promptly sinking the last ball before aiming at the eight ball. If I got it into the pocket, the fun would really begin.
And… there it went. I laughed at Atlas’s groan.
“Lighten up, buttercup. You’re in for a good time,” I said.
He rested his hands on his hips. “I have a role to play, thank you very much. I’msupposedto be annoyed.”
“He’s got you there, cuz,” Linden chuckled.
“Take off Princess’s panties, Knight.”
I took the crop from the pool table and lightly smacked my palm with it. Atlas couldn’t take his eyes off the black leather, so I swirled it in the air hard enough to hear that sexy ‘whoosh’it made.
“Have you ever been punished?” I asked him as Linden stepped behind him, fingered the strings, and pulled off the thong.
Atlas stood in all his naked glory. He was completely taut and lean.
Linden leaned against the pool table with folded arms to watch the show as I took the lead. “Underwear off, Knight.” He slipped his thumbs into the waistband and pulled them down and off before resuming his position.
“So hot,” Atlas breathed, unable to take his eyes off him.
I dragged the leather end of the crop across his body as I circled him. He kept still, hands fisted at his sides; his swollen cock was all that told me he was into this.
“I can use my hand instead, Princess.”
Atlas thought about it for a moment before shaking his head. “No. Green light.”
Despite his enthusiasm, I planned to take it easy and slow. “First things first.” I went to the drawer where I kept the toys and pulled out two nipple clamps. Atlas kept his eyes pinned on what was in my hand. I held both up to show him.
His hands rushed to his mouth, and his eyes turned large. “Oh god, they’resocute!”
I breathed a laugh at his excitement, which in turn, had me excited. “They have little heart gemstones in pink. Do I have the green light, Princess?”
“Yes, definitely.” He nodded so vigorously that his hair bounced.
I pinched one of his nipples and clamped the first one on. His eyes closed, and he hissed, but he didn’t stop me.
“Tell me when,” I said as I twisted the knob to make it tighter.
“When.”
I stopped, put on the second one, then stood back, rested my hand under my chin, and looked at my handiwork. “They look stunning on you.”
I grabbed Atlas’s shoulders and spun him around to show Linden, who flicked one of the gems with his fingers. Atlas whimpered, but didn’t tell him to stop. “Fucking adorable,” he said.
“Now, bend over in front of Linden. I want you to hold on to him as he watches you accept your punishment for losing the game.”
