Chapter 20
CHAPTER 20
NORTH CAROLINA
S eth looked beautiful, half bent over a gate in her pole barn. The prior owners of her father’s estate had bred and stabled horses. An irony that was not lost on Adria.
From behind, Seth looked impossibly young. Aside from the spider tattoo etched onto his left shoulder blade, his back was an unmarked, untouched canvas.
Draped over the horse stall, his pale skin was laid bare for her. Each strike painting a delicious shade of pink, blooming against cream. His white ass always took her marks beautifully.
The riding crop swung effortlessly through the air, landing expertly on his right ass cheek. Adria watched as Seth’s breathing slowed, and he flinched less with each strike. It was a sign that he was moving into subspace.
A limbo state of mind. Different for everyone, some submissives described it as a floaty sensation, or a space where their mind turned off. Either way, it was humbling the way Seth was able to fall into this state with her.
Pressing her thumb to his lips, Adria waited. She knew the moment would come—that inevitable surrender. When his mouth finally parted, she eased her thumb inside, feeling the wet heat of him. His tongue curled around her, tentative at first, then deliberate. When he gave a gentle suck, a sharp breath caught in her throat.
Desire pooled low in her belly, but she pushed it aside.
Circling behind him, she dragged her slick thumb down the line of his spine, pressing it to his entrance. He tensed immediately, but she only traced slow, teasing circles, testing him. The way his body reacted—small flinches, a barely contained shudder—sent a thrill through her.
When he squirmed, she didn’t hesitate. The crop cracked against his skin in warning.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his beautiful face twisting in anticipation.
She let the moment stretch, drinking in the sight of him—taut muscles, the flush of submission creeping down his back.
Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a vibrating plug and held it before his lips. “Open.”
He hesitated. The defiance was instinctual, but predictable.
A flicker of resistance, then—reluctantly—his lips parted.
She arched a brow. “Do you always have to say no before you say yes?”
She ran her fingers over the plug’s smooth surface. Medium-sized, its curved design would keep it snugly in place. Pressing the object into his mouth, Adria felt a flush growing up her neck.
Moving behind him, she traced cool lube along the rim of his entrance, circling, teasing, feeling him tense and then, that sweet, inevitable moment when he yielded.
Retrieving the plug from his mouth, she dragged her nails down his back, savoring the way his breath hitched. Then, with steady pressure, she pushed it in .
His body locked, resisting for just a second, then softened around the intrusion. A quiet sigh escaping him.
The satisfaction that curled inside her was sharp and sweet.
“You’re doing such a good job,” she said.
Adria didn’t just mean in this moment. Seth was born for this. Kaydon enjoyed the game, but with Seth, it was in these moments that he truly shined.
She checked the plug’s placement and pulled up her phone app. With a few buttons, she started the item on the lowest vibration.
Kaydon, right on time, pulled the barn door open.
“You wanted to see me, bo—” he said, stopping short when he saw the scene in front of him.
Adria didn’t acknowledge Kaydon, instead she directed her words to Seth.
“Stand up and turn around,” she said, brushing her hand across his shoulder.
Seth stood, and as he turned, she increased the vibration on the plug. His knees buckled, and he grabbed onto the stall railing for support.
Seth was rock hard, and his flushed, wet face made her want to devour him whole. Those freckles and fuck-me lips were going to be the death of her.
Kaydon shifted. “Please tell me I’m getting in on this?”
“Get on your knees and crawl to your brother.”
Adria’s command sliced through the air, sharp and undeniable.
Kaydon obeyed without hesitation, moving across the space with fluid grace. The sight of him submitting so easily sent a flutter through her chest. When he reached Seth, he wrapped his hands around his waist, pulling him close.
“Seth.” She whispered his name into his ear, her breath a deliberate caress. His face was a study in conflict— tension and temptation warring behind his eyes. “Grab Kaydon’s hair.”
Seth hesitated, fingers slipping tentatively through Kaydon’s buttery strands.
She tsked. “He isn’t made of glass. Grab him. ”
With a flick of her wrist, she turned the vibration up again.
Seth shuddered, his body jolting from the sensation, but this time, his fingers clenched. Kaydon’s head was yanked back, his throat exposed.
“Not good enough, Seth,” Kaydon taunted, voice rough, teasing.
Something dark flickered across Seth’s face, and a growl rumbled from deep in his chest.
Adria watched, enthralled, as he squared his shoulders, standing taller even in his submission. His grip tightened—hard enough that she heard a soft rip and the sound of Kaydon grinding his teeth.
A smile curled on her lips. “Good boy.”
Seth’s entire demeanor had shifted. The soft, pliable edges of his features were gone, replaced with a sharp, unwavering focus.
Submission wasn’t weakness. Seth needed to learn that—needed to feel it—before tonight.
“Tell him to open his mouth,” Adria instructed.
Seth blinked, his gaze snapping to hers.
His composure was remarkable, especially considering the pulsing plug stretching him open.
Adria held up the remote. “Do as I say, or I will send Kaydon inside. I will tie you to this post, vibrator on high, and leave you overnight. By morning, you’ll be in a puddle of your own cum, begging me for mercy.”
She raised an eyebrow at him.
Eric be damned. If they had to, she would reschedule their plans for this evening.
Seth’s flush deepened, his pouty lips parting as his tongue flicked out to wet them. His grip on Kaydon’s hair tightened before he finally spoke.
“Open.”
The single command vibrated through her, settling deep in her core.
Kaydon kneeling, obedient and waiting. Seth, stepping into his dominance, showing his alpha side. The power of it sent a pulse straight to her clit.
And then Kaydon obeyed, lips parting, and fuck—Adria could have come right there.
Seth didn’t need further instruction. He shoved into Kaydon’s mouth, finding his rhythm, his control.
“Fuck him harder,” Adria ordered, her voice raw. “Kaydon can take it.”
Seth obeyed, thrusting mercilessly. Adria’s insides contracted tight as she turned the vibration up, letting the wet, obscene sounds fill the air, mingling with the musk of sweat and submission.
Adria played with the intensity—up, down, up again—until Seth’s breathing came in ragged gasps, his wild eyes locked onto hers.
Her fingers twitched with need. She wanted to touch them, to be between them. Seth was close, and the ache to capture his moans with her mouth was almost unbearable. To turn him around, pull the plug from his body, and fuck him, while Kaydon devoured her.
Instead, she kept control. Held control.
“You can come,” she said, her own body trembling with restraint.
Seth’s moan was raw, his body shaking as release tore through him. Kaydon sagged at his feet, his own arousal blatant, his breath uneven.
Adria gave them a moment—just long enough for Seth to start regaining himself. Then she turned the vibration up again .
Seth gasped, his body jerking violently at the overstimulation.
“You’re going to give me another one,” she said, her voice all silk and steel.
“Mistress,” Seth whined, shaking his head, “I can’t.”
The broken plea sent a thrill straight through her. That desperate, pathetic tenor, so full of resistance, had the sadist in her throbbing for more.
She turned the setting up again.
“You can,” she murmured, eyes locked on his trembling form. “And you will.”
Seth’s knees wobbled, his body fighting it—but she knew better. She knew him.
Forced orgasms were her specialty. And Seth was far from done.
“Fuck your brother,” Adria commanded, her voice ice-cold. “And if I’m satisfied, I’ll only make you have one.”
Seth stilled for only a moment before the fire ignited in him. Snatching the lube from the fence post, he shoved Kaydon’s face to the floor.
Adria watched as Kaydon’s body melted under Seth’s touch, his submission absolute. A flush creeping up his neck and blooming across his skin.
Seth pressed his thumb inside first, testing him, stretching him. Kaydon moaned, his forehead resting against the floor, the sound raw and unguarded.
Then Seth lined up, the blunt heat of his shaft pressing against Kaydon’s entrance. A low growl rumbling from his chest, vibrating into the charged space around them.
Adria knew the vibrator inside Seth was merciless—clawing at him, overstimulating him, pushing him closer to the edge before his body was ready. Until his impending orgasm claimed him, the sensation would be agony .
Kaydon met Seth’s thrusts without hesitation, his body yielding and absorbing every ounce of aggression Seth poured into him. Kaydon was always willing to take on the group’s pain. To bear their burdens.
Adria’s own ache sharpened to an unbearable level. The heat coiling inside her, tightening, clawing at her insides. She needed relief, but there was none to be found.
She turned the vibrator up to its highest pulsing setting.
The room filled with the sounds of pleasure and suffering. Seth’s blue eyes shimmered with unshed tears as his body buckled, collapsing onto Kaydon’s back.
Kaydon kept moving, rocking back into Seth, keeping the friction steady. Holding them both on the precipice.
Then Seth turned his face, his teeth grazing Kaydon’s shoulder before sinking in deep.
“Fuck,” Kaydon hissed, his voice rough, frayed at the edges. “I’m close, Killer. Do that again.”
Seth growled, fingers digging into Kaydon’s hip, and drove forward with everything he had.
Their bodies shone with sweat, a tangled knot of desperation and heat. And then?—
Seth bit down again, harder, and let out a raw, feral cry.
Together, they shattered.
Adria watched their bodies convulse, vibrating in perfect unison.
Adria’s own body was pulsing with need, a dark smile curling at the edges of her lips.
Beyond satisfied, Adria turned the plug off.
Shifting, Seth crawled into Kaydon’s arms and collapsed. Adria removed the plug from the half-conscious Seth and threw a blanket over the pair.
“Let him rest for a bit, and then help him get cleaned up. He’s coming out with me tonight,” she said to Kaydon.
Kaydon ran his fingers through Seth’s sandy-blond hair and nodded to her.
Adria cleaned up the rest of the supplies and moved to leave the barn.
“Thank you for taking care of him,” Kaydon whispered into the space.
“What?”
“You heard me,” Kaydon said, still petting the sleeping Seth. “He’s healthier than I’ve ever seen him. You did that. Whether you want to admit it or not.”
Adria’s cold, dark heart cracked.
“That’s all Seth, it has nothing to do with me,” she said, shutting the barn doors.
Adria rifled through her closet, frowning. What did one even wear for this kind of task?
This evening marked the start of phase three with her unruly twenty-year-olds—unfortunately, beginning with Seth.
Eric had assured her that if she stuck to the program, the boys would fall in line. The problem wasn’t reaching the finish line; it was the view along the way.
And when it came to Seth and Kaydon, Adria didn’t like what she saw.
“Ready?” Eric asked, coming in from the hallway.
Sensing her hesitance, he said, “Adria, we talked about this. It has to be done for things to move forward.”
“I’m just not sure about Seth.”
Eric sat on the blue linen chair in the corner, hands resting on his knees.
“Kaydon is Bryson’s Right Hand. Gaining trust is going to be harder, but I am working on it. Seth has the prior domestic violence history. He’s the target with this one, trust me.”
Trusting him wasn’t the problem. It was herself she was worried about. How far down this rabbit hole could she go and still come out? How much manipulation could she stomach?