Chapter 43
CHAPTER 43
NORTH CAROLINA
B ryson shook in between Natalia’s thighs. His mind fought his body. His face soaked with the girl’s juices. He was humiliated and turned on at the same time.
The sounds of Kaydon struggling against Seth’s gentle sucking had him aching.
Adria’s face came into view. She was assessing him. Not wanting to give her anything, he closed his expression.
This whole setup was designed for one thing. They were her trainees, not her submissives, not her pets. They were numbers to her.
She wanted them to know they were things for her to play with. Things that she would be shipping out shortly.
If it killed him, he would make sure the three of them got high marks at the auction. At the very least, he could do that much for her after all she had done for them. Whatever else he had imagined was just that, a figment of his imagination.
Foreign fingers gripped his hair, and he steeled himself. Regan tightened his grip, and Bryson allowed him to lead. Feeling cold and vulnerable, he was pushed face down and ass up on a nearby table.
Adria’s familiar fingers ran between his shoulder blades, and his traitorous body relaxed.
“I’m curious, stallion. What did you say to him?” Adria asked.
Regan said, “I told him if he didn’t submit, I’d fuck him until he came right after I made the girls come.”
Her fingers froze, making Bryson question whether Regan had the authority to threaten something like that.
A silent exchange happened above him, and he wished he could see her face.
When Regan spoke next, his voice was unsure.
“Mistress, he complied, so I have selected an alternative punishment for him.”
“Punishment for him?” Adria sounded strange.
“Yes, Mistress,” he spoke slowly, and Bryson had to bite his tongue. He wanted to wheel around and punch Regan in his stupid face.
“Because he paused after an order, ten minutes of punishment from me—per your request…” he trailed off, losing his footing. Bryson silently prayed Adria would show him what she was made of.
“Yes, of course. I remember. Stallion, please proceed.”
Bryson scowled into the table. Regan hesitated behind him, and Bryson could feel the energy shift.
“I am greatly enjoying the show, and plan to give Loretta a glowing review, along with a reward for your performance.”
Fuck, why did that feel so hard to hear.
Her compliment must have kick-started Regan’s mojo, because when he spoke next, that smug, velvety confidence was back. It wasn’t raw or feral, but calculating and methodical.
Some submissives like that sort of thing, but it wasn’t Bryson’s style. He ignored the jealous feeling that crept up when his inner voice suggested that maybe Adria liked Regan’s style better.
“Number two, you also earned some punishments.”
Bryson would have paid his inheritance to see the look on Kaydon’s face when this yahoo threatened to punish him. “Number one, secure number three’s hands.”
Bryson’s body shook. Not from fear.
It was the war inside him, tearing him apart.
A relentless vibration thrummed beneath his skin, rage and duty colliding in his chest, each battling for control.
Seth’s touch pulled him back.
His brother stood close, holding the leather cuffs in his hand, but he didn’t move to fasten them. Despite his submissive nature, Seth wasn’t about to force him.
Bryson had to choose this.
And God, that made it so much worse.
His breath stuttered. His muscles tightened. He needed to be strong.
Because soon, this wouldn’t be Adria’s game.
It would be real.
At the auction, they would be expected to follow orders—to submit—without question.
If he broke now, what would happen to Seth? To Kaydon?
Bryson lifted his chin and gave a sharp nod.
Seth met his gaze, uncertainty flickering behind his stormy eyes, but with permission granted, he moved.
Leather wrapped against his skin, and the cuffs tightened.
Before Seth finished securing him, she appeared.
Adria.
His breath hitched. The anger inside him swelled—but so did something else .
Because for once, her face wasn’t a mask.
Her light was on.
The warm glow of it tangling with his own fire, and he couldn’t look away.
She gave Seth a quiet nod of approval, patting his shoulder before sending him away.
Then she filled the space Seth had vacated.
Her scent wrapping around him.
“You’re doing so well,” she murmured, her voice stroking against his raw edges. “Better than I thought you would.”
Her eyes searched his. Seeing too much.
What could he even say?
He had gone through the motions, played the game, but—he hadn’t truly submitted. Not to her. Not to anyone.
And if Regan tried to fuck him right now, he was certain he would break this goddamn table fighting.
But what about later?
When they were out of this room, this house, her fragile safety bubble?
If he couldn’t do this, could he really protect them?
Adria’s voice slipped through his spiraling thoughts. “Whatever happens in this room, you are stronger than it.”
The words pierced through his fear.
Stronger than it.
It was what he had said to her. That day in her bedroom.
He swallowed hard.
She believed in him.
She leaned closer, her breath ghosting over his ear.
“You are the best thing that has ever happened to your brothers.”
Her fingers wrapped around his wrist, squeezing.
“And I know they are in excellent hands with you. ”
She pulled back, her voice a whisper only for him—a secret between them.
“Show them you can take care of them.”
And then, just like that, she was gone.
Floating away like she hadn’t just shattered his entire world.
“The floor is yours,” she said to Regan.
Regan said, “Number two, you are going to take number three from behind while I belt you.”
Bryson relaxed further. She wasn’t going to ask Regan to fuck him.
“Girls, take number one over there, and give him his reward,” Adria said.
Figures moved past him, their steps deliberate.
And then—strategically placed in his line of sight, was Seth.
Bryson’s breath hitched as Seth was pushed against the wall.
The girls descended on him like predators on prey, taking their time, teasing him, playing with him.
Seth’s eyes were shut at first. His lips parted, chest rising, lost in the sensations.
But then—as if he felt Bryson’s gaze—his eyes snapped open.
Their stares locked.
Seth’s fingers curled around two metal hooks embedded in the wall, holding himself steady. A girl took him deep, her lips gliding over him, while the other licked slowly, teasingly around his balls.
Seth loved it.
He was always a sensation whore.
Bryson didn’t look away.
Neither did Seth.
Heat spread between them—a silent challenge, an understanding.
You little slut .
The words weren’t spoken, but Bryson knew Seth heard them.
Seth flushed under his gaze, his body trembling, thighs tightening.
Above him, Kaydon’s hands gripped Bryson’s ass.
His breath hitched, and Bryson felt him watching, too.
Drinking in the same view. The three of them. Entangled.
Kaydon had never fucked him. It wasn’t that Bryson had never had a cock in his ass, it just had never been by one of his brothers.
He relaxed under Kaydon’s grip, not wanting Kaydon to think that he wasn’t into it. He loved Kaydon, and really the joke was on Regan if he thought this was a punishment.
If Regan thought it would humiliate him to have his brother fuck him, he was wrong.
The sound of a belt cracking against skin sent a jolt of arousal through Bryson. Kaydon grunted, his fingers finding Bryson’s hole. Lubed fingers pressing against his entrance, and Bryson submitted to it.
It wasn’t as sensual as with Adria, but it was pleasurable, just in a different way. Bryson continued to watch Seth get closer and closer to the edge, his own arousal growing with each of Kaydon’s fingers and each snap of the belt.
Bryson imagined the red marks on Kaydon’s back, each stripe lined one above the other. He pictured Adria, pressing her legs together, trying to stop her wetness from sliding down her legs. Secretly thinking about touching herself.
Bryson bit into the gag as Kaydon entered him.
Gripping his ass, Kaydon started slow, but after a few passes he started pumping into him. Bryson felt his body stretch to accommodate Kaydon’s dick. His body alight with sensation and pleasure. Spit and cries came out of Bryson’s mouth around the gag. His jaw hurt, pussy juice slick on his face, and he inhaled the scent of sweat and sex.
When Seth shot him a look with pleading eyes, Bryson shook his head. Just a small motion that only Seth would see.
Seth needed to wait.
In response, Seth scrunched his face, concentrating.
Kaydon shook behind him. He was close as well. The next belt crack had Kaydon doubling over Bryson’s body. His stomach pressed into his back, and Kaydon’s hands clung to Bryson’s shoulders. Part of the belt snaked around Kaydon’s thigh and got Bryson as well.
He moaned.
Fuck yes, hit us again.
Pressing his ass back, it pushed Kaydon back as well. Willing the next crack. Kaydon and Bryson moaned together with the next one.
On the next hit, Bryson knew they were both there. He nodded at Seth.
The three of them all letting go simultaneously. He could hear Seth coming and feel Kaydon spasming into him. Bryson rode alongside time, allowing the next crack to push him over the edge.
Moaning into his gag, he collapsed against the table. Kaydon crushing him from above, and Bryson thought that nothing would ever match this feeling.