8. Noel
Ialmost want to laugh. We knew Robbie was listening in. That’s why we were careful to introduce him to the idea of Daddy kink without any further pressure. His nod gave Eddie everything he could want.
“I know you’re not familiar with BDSM,” Eddie says soothingly as he draws Robbie toward the couch. He pulls Robbie down onto the couch next to him, turning to face our little morsel. “I want you to know, first of all, everything is about consent. You set the pace and what you agree to is what we adhere to.”
“Wait. Aren’t you in charge? Don’t you tell me what to do?” The line between Robbie’s eyebrows wrinkle in the cutest way, but I tamp down on saying anything. As much as I want to get to fucking him and making it all sorts of dirty, I know this part is more important.
“We do. However, we only take the control you want to give us, and if at any time you’re uncomfortable, you can pause or end the situation. That’s really important. You need to know you’re the one ultimately in power. We also can pause or end if we feel the need. For instance, if we think you’re lying about what you’re comfortable with, we won’t hesitate to pause and talk it out with you. This type of relationship—and I do expect this to be a relationship—is built on honesty.”
Robbie swallows as he realizes how serious this is, but it’s important he knows before we go any further. We also want him to understand this isn’t some weekend fling. No, if we’re going to do this, we’re all in.
“Alright. Umm…can I ask what you at least would want?” I nod my head at his question, because making sure our kinks align is necessary. If they don’t, we need to know if we can adjust to meet each other.
“Ideally…I’d like a total power exchange. That means you’d be submissive to me—to us—all the time. I want to take care of you. To take everything off your plate. That’s much different than, for instance, what Noel and I do. He’s my Master but only in the bedroom. Outside of play, we’re completely equal. I want to take care of you all the time. I’ll stress, again, you can pause or stop it at any time. We may push you out of your comfort zone occasionally, but we never want to push you too far.”
“Isn’t that going to make your life miserable, though? To handle more things?” Robbie stares doubtfully at Eddie.
I decide to take this one, and I gently lift his chin and turn his head to look at me. I let go of him but run my fingers along his jaw first. “Handling what adds stress to you makes us feel better. It fills a need, especially in Eddie, to take care of someone. And that someone is you. Can you do that? Let us take care of you?”
Robbie doesn’t say anything at first. Those blue eyes stare at me searchingly, as if he can’t believe what I’m saying. I know pretty words won’t be enough, but if he takes the chance, we’ll prove it to him. “Alright. It still feels unfair, but I’m so damn tired.”
I draw back to give Eddie room, and I’m not surprised when he jumps right into action. “I know you are, sweetheart. And we’ll take care of things. For right now, though, I want you to take a nice hot bath and then a nap.”
“But…I’ve already had a shower.” Robbie’s brows furrow as he shakes his head.
“And now your Daddy is telling you that you’re going to relax before you take a nap.” Eddie stands up and gives Robbie his hand, leading him toward our bathroom. “And you’ll take your nap right in our bed. You belong with us now.”
Smiling, I grab my tablet and sit back on the couch, knowing it will be a while. It’s an immense relief to see this happening. It’s almost too good to be true, the way he’s fallen right into our lap. Fuck, I’ll be happy to kill Cameron for his betrayal, but I won’t lie and say a portion of me isn’t thankful for the shithead. After all, without him, we’d never have the one who completes us. Sure, it’s too soon to call it that, but sometimes you just know. The lust was there from the beginning, but the falling? It’s headed that way faster than I thought it would. I could tell with Eddie, and it’s no different now. Robbie’s the one we’ve been waiting for.
Scrolling through available jobs, I find most aren’t thrilling or paying enough for one of us to leave Robbie this soon. I switch tabs to some other types of work that aren’t assassinations, mainly things like searching or thievery, boring, but important in this world. I’m halfway through glancing at it, when all the breath in my lungs freezes. I click on a job, reading it frantically. Fuck. This is not good.
It’s right there. A search for Robbie. At least there’s nothing stating kidnapping or killing, but nothing good can come from someone looking for him. Especially when his ex is already gone. Who the hell could it be?
Instead of tapping out a message to my hacker friend, I curse and pick up the phone. I know how much he hates actual calls, but damn it. We just found Robbie. I need this gone, immediately.
“What?” he snaps out while I hear his keyboard tapping away in the background. If I didn’t hear that noise when I called, I’d worry he was dying on the floor. Well, even then, he’d probably still be typing.
“We have an emergency, Dustin.”
“We or you?” There’s no pause to whatever he’s doing and it’s raising my level of pissed off by the second.
“I’ll make it your problem if I need to. Eddie and I finally found our one. But he’s on the board. Now, I need your fucking help. Please.” This time, there’s a stutter to the keyboard.
“You…you said please.” Dustin’s voice is incredulous.
“Do I really not say that? Actually, we’re getting off point. Once again, please. I need Robbie Evans taken off the job list. And if anyone has taken it, I need to know who. It’s a search and find job.”
Grunting, Dustin’s typing pace somehow increases—does he take speed?—before stopping abruptly. “Well, I have good news and bad news.”
“Just…give me it.”
“Job’s already been picked up. I don’t know who and I won’t be able to tell. I also can’t tell you who put it up. I was able to take it down and lock his name out. Nobody can put up any job with his name. Helps to know admins. But rules are rules. And even I am stuck with these ones.“
“Fuck,” I grumble. “Alright, thanks for getting it down at least.”
“No problem. I need to get back to my actual job, but I’m glad to hear you’ve both found what you’re looking for. Try not to lose him, okay? I don’t want to take time off what I’m doing to retrieve him.”
I growl into the phone, but I notice the call is already done. Fucker. Dustin’s social skills are…nonexistent for the most part. However, he’s damn good at his job, so we all ignore that.
I stand and pace the living room, trying to expel some of this energy. I’m not sure how long I’m doing it before I feel Eddie’s arms circling my waist. It jolts me out of my spiraling thoughts, and I lean back, letting him catch my weight.
“What’s going on?” he whispers in my ear.
“We’re fucked. There was a ticket for a search and find on Robbie. Dustin was able to get it down but couldn’t track who took the job or who put it up.”
“Fuck. Well, it’s down at least. And we’re so far off the grid, it shouldn’t be possible for someone to track him. His phone was already dead before it got to this area, and he hasn’t turned it on, likely avoiding Cameron. Not that the asshole would try to contact him. We’ll make sure he stays offline. Most of the places on the way here aren’t exactly hooked to technology, there’s a reason we picked it. If people can’t find us, they shouldn’t be able to find Robbie. It’s not like the city where you have cameras everyfuckingwhere and license plate readers.” Eddie sits on the couch, dragging me with him so that I’m sitting on his lap. It should be awkward, but yet it’s not. It’s never been.
“Oh shit. His car. What if one of the tow trucks comes by and tries to run it?” I turn my head to stare at him in horror.
“Hell. I didn’t think about that. It’s snowing so hard right now for them to be out passing through. But once they do…it’s not like we’d be able to get it out of the snowbank ourselves.”
“If you or I meet them, maybe we can figure out a way to have it towed somewhere without Robbie’s information being released. It’s the only way I can think of right now to protect his—and our—location.” I run my fingers through my hair, not caring if it messes it all up.
“It’ll be alright. We’ll figure this out. And if someone comes looking for our Boy, well, they won’t know what hits them. Now that we finally found someone, I won’t let him go, and I know you won’t either.”
“No,” I respond softly, smiling at him. “How did he do?”
Hugging me closer, Eddie nuzzles my neck before leaning back. “He enjoyed taking his bath, and I tucked him into our bed. The way he took his bath…I’m wondering if he may be a Little. We’ll see. Either way, we have him.”
“Mmm, and now you’re feeling all sorts of happy, aren’t you?” I grind down, feeling his hard dick. “Knowing we have the one who’ll balance us, the one you can take care of now.”
Groaning, Eddie shakes his head. “You mean the one we can take care of now. I may have the stronger caretaking kink, but yours is there.”
I slip down to my knees, pushing Eddie’s legs apart. “Well, of course I do. I just prefer mine with an extra dose of strictness.”
“And that’s why we’ll be perfect for him. And why we’ve always been perfect for each other.” Eddie throws his head back as I tug off his pants and underwear, nuzzling his crotch. “Fuck, you’re so damn good at this.”
Humming, I take him into my mouth, easily swallowing him down, thanks to having no gag reflex. Eddie’s gasp spurs me on as I slide off and on until his legs are trembling and I can tell he’s right on the edge of an orgasm before I pop off. I chuckle at his frustration and lick the head before dropping down and taking turns sucking each ball in my mouth, lavishing them with attention. I pull back again when he gets to that edge again, leaning back to smirk at him.
“You know it’s not going to be that easy.”
“Yes, Master.” I love seeing it. The way his mentality switches so perfectly, how he surrenders to me. It’s a shot of adrenaline right through me.
“Hmm…I want you to talk to me. I want you to whisper every dirty thought you have about our Boy, about how you want to come. The ones you keep hidden, because I know a whore like you has them. The better the fantasy, the more likely I’ll let you have your release.”
His cheeks flush red, and I wink before slowly sucking him down, pausing when he doesn’t say anything. “Fuck. Umm. Alright. Well, I want us to take him together. To put him between us and have you fucking him while he’s sucking me off. Putting all of our attention on him.”
Slowly, I pull back and back down. I roll my eyes at Eddie’s lack of imagination. It’s nothing we haven’t done before with a weekend fling.
“Alright, shit. Umm. I want you to use him to humiliate me. For both of you to humiliate me. Let me be Master’s whore and our Boy’s Toy.” I increase my pace, and he grips the edge of the couch, desperate for his orgasm. “I want you to edge me while I edge Robbie. I want you to hold me back until our Boy comes and only then decide if I really deserve to come. Only once I’ve served you both. I want both of your loads in my mouth before?—”
Eddie flies over the cliff, and I swallow his cum at a rapid pace. When he’s done, he sags back, seemingly boneless from a hard orgasm. Just like I prefer. If I’m going to satisfy my whore, I want him to truly enjoy it.
Standing up, I help Eddie dress again, even as he grumbles with each movement. He reaches out to take care of me, but I lightly bat his hand away. “No, this time was for you. Trust me, I’ll make sure to get mine later. Right now, I want you to lay down on the couch with me. We need some sleep before our Boy gets up.”
Thankfully, the couch we bought is large enough to accommodate us both, which is saying something considering Eddie’s lumberjack physique. Even though I’m too close to being called a twink, Eddie takes up some serious room. Still, we make it work, with him spooning me. It only takes a few seconds before I hear Eddie’s breathing evening out and I know he’s fast asleep. A heartbeat or two later, I join him in slumber. There’s enough to worry about later on Robbie’s picture being on the website. Our perimeter will hold if things go south…