Chapter 8 #2
Chloé ran her eyes over every inch of Zayne’s beautiful body and nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“I thought you might, naughty little thing. So this my surprise. You once said the two of us were all he’d need to drive him crazy. Let’s see if you’re right. Come—it’s time to teach Z what happens when he doesn’t follow the rules.”
* * *
ZAYNE LOWERED HIS eyes as Ethan led Chloé past him, and cursed his lack of self-control.
Fuck. He’d been doing so good, too. When Ethan had left him to go and get Red, he’d focused on his breathing and getting his frame of mind right for whatever was to follow.
But when Ethan walked back into the pool house and presented Chloé to him naked as Zayne was, the dick he’d managed to calm down had woken the hell back up.
The image of her standing there in the candlelight with the shimmering pool behind her was almost more than he could take, and he imagined Ethan having her strip down and walk through their grounds completely and utterly nude.
He wanted to see that next time, and there would be a next time.
But for now, he needed to concentrate. He’d already fucked up once by rubbing his dick up against this damn bench for some kind of relief—even though he knew that wasn’t allowed—but he had a sneaking suspicion Ethan had planned it that way.
He wanted to drive Zayne wild, have him slip up, because then he could give him what he really wanted—a good and thorough fucking.
Zayne closed his eyes and counted back from fifty. He was usually so much more controlled than this. But between the memories of this room, this apparatus, and Chloé now joining them, he feared his lack of patience was going to cost him tonight.
“So Chloé,” he heard Ethan say from somewhere behind. “Do you like your surprise so far?”
“Yes, sir. He’s beautiful.”
“He is, isn’t he?” Ethan smoothed a hand over Zayne’s right cheek, and the touch made him shudder. “Look at that. See how responsive he is? We haven’t even started yet and he’s already on edge.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Z?”
Zayne’s cock perked up. But he wasn’t as hopeful as it was. There was no way he was going to be rewarded for breaking pose.
“Yes, master.”
“You move again without my permission and your night will not end the way you want it to. Do you understand?”
“Yes, master,” he said between gritted teeth, and Ethan landed a sharp smack to his ass.
“Good. Chloé?”
“Yes, sir?”
“Come over here.”
With the way Zayne was positioned, there was no way to see where the two of them had gone. But if he had to guess, it was to look at all the fuck toys he’d seen laid out earlier.
He had no idea what Ethan had in store for him, but judging by how it was going so far, he was in for a rough ride.
Ethan had been fairly restrained since coming back from Paris. Le Bureau had afforded them a night to really explore with Chloé a lot of the things they hadn’t been able to prior. But now that they were back in the States, there were some restrictions back in place due to her age.
Out here, however, on their estate, they could participate in whatever kind of kink they wanted—and it seemed that Ethan was done holding back.
“See this?”
Chloé’s gasp at whatever it was Ethan was showing her made Zayne’s heart thump with anticipation. There was movement, and then he felt the slightest brush of air over his bare ass cheek and thigh. They were back behind him.
“I’m going to use it on Z tonight, and you are going to watch. I want to show you how good it can feel when someone enters you here.”
A lubed-up finger—Ethan’s, with how thick and sure it was—drew a path down Zayne’s shadowy cleft to his hole.
“Because that’s what we eventually want with you,” Ethan continued, gently pushing his finger forward. “We want to take you together. One of us in the front, and one of us here in the back.”
Ethan slid his entire finger inside to punctuate his point, and Zayne bit down into his lip to keep himself from groaning.
Fucking hell. This was so unlike him. He was usually able to switch off his dominant side and slip into his subservient role. Tonight, though, he was finding it difficult not to start issuing his own demands—like ordering Ethan to hurry up and fuck him.
Maybe it was the bottle of scotch and day spent on his own, but he felt antsy, needy, and hornier than he had in years. And knowing his two lovers were standing behind him—with whatever toy they’d picked to fuck him with—was only making those feelings intensify.
Zayne curled his toes into the hardwood beneath them and told himself to chill the hell out. He wasn’t going to get anything if he moved, Ethan had made that clear, and with the way his dick was throbbing, he definitely wanted it all—whatever that might be.
“How’s that feel, Z?”
“Good, master.”
“Just good?” Ethan twisted his finger, and Zayne dug his nails into his palms as he grunted.
“Very, very good,” he amended, and Ethan’s wicked chuckle made his cock ache even more.
Ethan’s dominant side had Zayne by his heart and balls, and he knew what was guiding him tonight. He felt like he had a fire in his blood right now, and when Ethan drew his finger free, it was all Zayne could do not to ask him to put it the fuck back in.
He didn’t do that, though, and the next thing he felt was cool lube being poured down the same path that finger had just taken. Zayne’s ass automatically clenched.
“See that, petite fille ? He knows what’s about to come. Wants it. He knows how good it’s going to feel when I get in there. But he has to earn that. He has to be worthy of my cock. And you’re going to be the one to test him.”
“Me, sir?”
The slight catch in Chloé’s voice made Zayne’s breathing quicken. She sounded nervous but curious, and that was the perfect combination for a sub.
“That’s right.”
Zayne felt a phallic object wriggle between his cheeks, and when its wide head pressed up against his hole, Ethan paused.
“Breathe out and push back, Z. Let me in.”
Zayne didn’t need any more permission than that. He blew out a breath and pushed back what little he could in his restraints. As the silicone head breached him, Zayne dropped his head to the padded wood supporting him.
He squeezed his eyes shut in an effort to keep his cool as he tried to picture what he’d seen on that table. But no matter how hard he tried, the only thing that had registered was the bottle of lube, and whatever Ethan was sliding inside him now was wider and longer than that.
A wild sound, close to feral, left Ethan as Zayne took the toy as deep it could go. When it bottomed out, he heard, “Fuck.”
That made his dick lurch, and pre-cum drip down to land on his foot. The idea that he’d pushed Ethan’s control to where he broke scene spurred on his high.
“Chloé?”
Zayne waited eagerly for her response, needing to know what they were going to do to him next. But when she didn’t immediately answer, Ethan said her name again.
“Sorry, I…” Her voice was breathy. “Yes, sir?”
“It’s okay. Tell me what you’re thinking right now.”
“I… That looks like it would hurt.”
Ethan chuckled—the fucker. “Z? Are you in pain?”
Only if you counted the state of his blue balls. “No, master.”
“Z is used to this kind of penetration. With you, we’ll start smaller, and work up to this.”
A soft whimper filled the air, and Zayne wondered what Ethan had just done to Chloé to make her respond that way.
“Do you like that idea? Your body seems to.”
Zayne shut his eyes and listened for Chloé’s response, and her breathy, “Yes, sir,” had his ass pulsing.
“Good girl. Now, come here—you’re going to take my place.”
There was movement behind him, and then in his periphery he saw Ethan walk past him to the head of the table.
“Z, raise your head.”
Zayne’s whole body vibrated at the command as he slowly lifted his head and caught Ethan’s sinful smirk.
“Still feeling neglected?”
Oh hell. Zayne knew that smile, and mentally braced himself. “No, master.”
“Well, just in case, we’re going to be extra thorough. You come when I say. Understand?”
He understood, all right. He was about to be taken on the ride of his life—and he couldn’t wait.
“Yes, master.”
* * *
ETHAN TOOK HOLD of his throbbing cock and squeezed as he looked at the scene he’d set, marveling at how gorgeous his subs were.
Zayne’s muscled body looked glorious strapped to the bench. His legs were spread and secured, his hands restrained in cuffs, and that delicious, tight ass was now stretched around a silicone vibrator that was about to drive him out of his mind.
The fact that Chloé was going to be the one wielding the toy just made the entire scenario that much more delicious.
Ethan hadn’t been sure how she would respond to what he had planned when she first arrived.
But the second she stripped out of her clothes and followed him into the night, he knew he had her.
Something that was blatantly obvious now as she studied Zayne’s body and the sturdy handle waiting for her curious hand—and she was curious.
He could see it in her eyes, the flush of her cheeks, and when he brushed his fingers between her legs, she’d been soaking fucking wet.
Yes, he was a very lucky man. He had the most beautiful, responsive subs a dom could ask for.
Ethan reached out and ran a loving hand over Zayne’s hair, down the back of his head, then he trailed his fingers along his jaw to his chin.
“Open your mouth.” His voice sounded rough, even to his own ears. But with Chloé and Zayne naked and aroused, his entire body was on edge.
Zayne parted his full lips, and it was easy to see he’d been biting them during the foreplay. Ethan rubbed his thumb over the lower one, then slipped it inside.
“Suck.”
Zayne closed his mouth and began to suck on him, and Ethan’s cock kicked. It wanted to trade spots with his thumb, but he knew the second he did, things were going to get out of control fast. Before that happened, he had a lesson to teach.
“That’s good, Z. Keep going.” He looked down the long length of Zayne’s body to where Chloé stood watching. “You ready?”