Chapter 11 #2
Hugh pressed his nose into Atlas’s throat, kissing him, and I did the same on the other side. He closed his eyes, and I swore I heard him purr.
“We have a fun evening planned,” Hugh explained. “But first, Linden and I got you a gift.”
Atlas perked up and clapped. “A gift? I love gifts, especially surprise ones. But you don’t have to buy me anything.”
“We want to,” I said. “You’re our princess, and princesses deserve all sorts of gifts.”
“Indeed.”
Hugh lifted Atlas as he stood and dropped him into my lap before he padded off to get Atlas’s present.
When he returned, he handed the wrapped box in teal and white to Atlas, who quickly opened it to find expensive lace panties in assorted colors, a black garter belt with matching stockings, and a lacy black bra.
They were all intended for men, not women.
We’d purchased them online from a specialty store that sold men’s lingerie.
We enjoyed the feminine side, especially Hugh, but we wanted a man, not a woman.
“Oh my god, they’re gorge! Love them. Thank you, thank you!”
“You’re welcome,” I said.
He turned around to give me a quick kiss before leaning toward Hugh and kissing him, too.
“Do you want me to put them on now?”
“Next time. We have other plans for this evening,” Hugh explained and stood. When his hand reached out for Atlas, he took it, and Hugh helped him stand. He led Atlas toward the kitchen, then down to the basement, which I’d spent forever helping to finish.
“Are there shackles and BDSM torture devices down here?” Atlas joked.
Hugh laughed as he walked down the steps, flipping on the lights. “Nothing like that. We have our BDSM fun at a sex club called The Backdoor. Linden and I would like to take you there one day.”
“Yes, please. Sounds fun!”
“You’re so easy to please,” Hugh chuckled.
Part of the basement had been converted into a game room with a pool table and a dartboard. In a corner stood a retro video game, a pinball machine, and a jukebox.
“Love!” Atlas said as he walked around the pool table, dragging his long, delicate fingers over the green felt.
I stopped him when he reached me, turned him to face the table, and bent him over. I leaned on top of him and nipped his ear. “Do you play pool, Princess?”
“I’ve played a few times.”
“So, we don’t need to explain the rules?”
Atlas wiggled his ass against my cock, which was still hard. “Nope, but I’m sure you have other rules in mind.”
Hugh lifted Atlas’s face by his chin. “The pool rules stay the same. But for every shot you miss, you have to remove a piece of your clothing.”
“And do you strip naked, too, or only me? Because I’ve been dying to see your top halves.”
“Us too.”
Hugh moved to grab a fistful of Atlas’s hair and kissed him. “But Linden and I are very good at pool.”
“And if I lose?”
“Win or lose, we’re going to fuck the hell out of you.”
“Oh, god, yes!”
He chuckled and let Atlas go as I stood and pulled him upright. “You say that now, but if you lose, we’re going to edge the hell out of you.”
“Edged?” he squeaked. His tone told us he knew exactly what my cousin meant.
“Only we can tell you when you’re allowed to orgasm,” I explained.
“Ugh, you both are going to kill me. Monsters!”
We broke out laughing and gathered him to us in a group hug. “You’ll live, Princess. Trust us, we’ll spoil the hell out of you in return,” Hugh said.
Atlas feigned a pout, sticking out his cute bottom lip, which I tugged on. “Let’s put some lipstick on these beauties.”
“Beauties? I hate my lips. They’re like razor wire.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked. “They’re gorgeous, and they look perfect wrapped around my cock. I should know.”
“Tsh, if you say so.”
Hugh grabbed his chin. “No berating yourself. Unacceptable.”
Atlas’s dark eyes were large and looked up at my cousin so earnestly, wanting to believe us. Was he that insecure about his appearance? Hugh and I found him highly attractive.
He let him go and sat his ass against the pool table. “Do you know how to rack the balls?”
“I think I remember,” he said, shoving a hand into his pocket and pulling out a tube of lipstick. He handed it to me. “Do you want the honors since Hugh did it last time?”
I took it from him and tugged the cap off, exposing a deep, vibrant red. It was darker than what Hugh had used on him. First, I swiped his upper lip, then his lower one, making sure to cover his entire mouth and that it was neat. Hugh looked on, his eyes darkening by the minute.
“Love the color,” he growled.
Atlas side-eyed him as I finished up his lips. When I pulled back, he grinned. “It matches my sweet underwear. And you can kiss me all you want. It’s a lip stain.”
Hugh’s hand reached out to Atlas’s throat like a viper, pulling out a squeak from him. “I don’t know if I can wait to finish the game.”
A smile spread across my face as Atlas lifted his chin and tilted his head before saying, “But what fun is there in rushing, handsome?”
“Cheeky little brat.” Hugh glanced at me with fire in his eyes. “Maybe we should punish our princess for that.”
“I’m always game for a little punishment.”
I didn’t wait for Hugh to order me to grab the crop.
He had it ready and waiting in a drawer by the credenza near the sitting area, along with some other fun toys to use on Atlas.
He had every intention of trying it on him tonight, and I was there for it.
Watching someone willingly submit to punishment was hot as hell.
Atlas’s eyes bugged wide open when he saw the crop. “Oh, my…” he mumbled.
I set it on the railing of the pool table as a reminder of what was to come after the game.
Then, I took his face in my palms and kissed the hell out of him.
His arms hung limply at his sides as he melted.
I loved it when a guy just gave himself to me, completely and willingly. He was breathless when I pulled away.
Without taking my hands off his face, I craned my head to look back at Hugh, who’d been watching our every move. “So, you and me against our princess?” I asked him.
“W-what? That’s not fair.”
I dragged my thumb over his bottom lip. “We have to make you lose somehow. How else are we going to wreck you tonight? We own you, baby girl. Your body and pussy are now ours. You’re going to let us do whatever we want to, right? Are you going to be a good princess? Do you give us the green light?”
“Yes, Knight,” he breathed. “Green all the way.”
Hugh pressed his body against Atlas from behind, sandwiching him between us. “Trust me. You will be rewarded for your subservience. Now rack ’em, Princess.”
“Yessir,” he said before sashaying toward the pool table, where he bent over the table to grab the triangle rack, showing off his perfect ass with a cute little wiggle.
Then he found all the balls and placed them in the middle of the triangle.
When he finished, Hugh inspected the setup.
“Good. Now grab yourself a cue. We’ll let you break them. ”
Atlas chalked up the tip of his stick, bent over the table again, and took aim at the balls set up on the other end. He had good form, so I had a feeling he wouldn’t make it easy on us.
With one swift move, he struck the cue ball, and it hit the other balls, sending them scattering across the surface. He even sank two stripes.
“And so it begins,” I whispered to myself.
This is going to be fucking fun. I can’t wait to tap that ass.