“Fuck,” Lazerath groaned.
Davarox managed to snap a warning at the male that he wasn’t allowed to touch himself, moments beforeRose’s nose nudged his cock through his pants. His hand weaved through the hair at the base of her skull, gripping just tight enough to hold her up and away from his hardness.
“Now, baby, play fair. I’ll give you what you want, but first you need a little something to remember the next time you think to not take care of yourself.”
His other hand slid over her ass, squeezing the lacy fabric and her flesh before withdrawing and bringing his palm down in a sharp clap.
As predicted, Lazerath’s roar came almost before the impact. “What the fuck?—”
Rosalind’s gasp turned into a long moan, and Lazerath fell silent. In that quick second, he’d already gotten halfway to standing, but now he was frozen, gaze flicking between Rosalind’s face and where Davarox was massaging the warmth of her ass.
“This is what happens when our girl chooses work over sleep, exhausting herself.” Another slap, Rosalind jerking and then moaning as she sagged closer to Dav’s lap. “Listen to that, Laz. Listen to how much she wants this. I wonder if she’d misbehave just to be bent over our laps.”
“Never,” Rosalind panted after a third slap, hips beginning to wriggle against the chair’s arm.
“No, you wouldn’t,” Dav said soothingly. “It’s only because you get distracted. Focused on the wrong things. That’s why I’m here, to remind you.”
His hand came down a fourth and fifth time, savoring the gasps and whimpers of pleasure coming from her lips.
Dav had no intention of furthering this—he had more plans for the night—but watching Laz squirm in shock was enough to have him changing tactics sooner.
“Come here,” Dav ordered Lazerath, hand keeping Rose bent over the chair.
Laz stood and moved cautiously, following Dav’s nod to step behind Rose.
“You’re worried,” Dav observed. Laz only swallowed. “Don’t be. Isn’t that right, Rose?”
She let out a soft sigh, turning her head to breathe out an affirmation.
Dav tilted his head toward Rose’s ass. “Do you need proof of our perfectionist getting off on a little punishment?”
Hesitantly, Lazerath reached a hand forward. The moment his fingers made contact with her heated flesh, Rosalind groaned and then let out a whimper as those fingers slipped under the lace and met her center.
Lazerath swore, his eyes darkening as he teased her again, pulling his glistening fingers out to stare at them like he still couldn’t quite believe it.
“Maybe I should punish you for not trusting me.”
The words were out before Davarox could really process the depth of them, but hadn’t he sworn to himself that he would drop the mask? Share something that he’d craved in silence and agony for years?
And Lazerath wasn’t backing away or turning tail and running at Dav’s words. In fact, he almost looked…
Dav averted his gaze before he could riskthat hope blossoming in his chest. He tugged Rosalind’s wrists free from the rope and tossed it aside.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured, helping her up before positioning her on his lap. He was careful to keep the reddened cheek atop the softest part of his thigh as he used his knees to spread her. Arms trapping her against his upper body, his tail slid up the inside of her leg and swiped across the lace at her center.
Rosalind bucked against the touch, then groaned when he didn’t give her the pressure she needed.
“Not yet,” he said, gripping her chin and tilting it toward Lazerath. “He wanted this, remember? You both wanted me to be in charge, to take over and show you exactly what I want with you. Are you so ready for that to be over when we’ve just started?”
He could feel her swallow against his palm. “No.”
Dav looked to Laz who had shifted in front of the chair again, waiting.
“No,” Laz answered, though it looked like the thought of denying Rose that initial pleasure pained him.
It didn’t surprise Davarox, nor disappoint him. Laz sought enjoyment—instantaneous and plentiful—and wanted to give that in return. There, of course, was a time and place for such.
Not here.
