Chapter Two
The next day, Jonah closed the door once he was inside his room – his studio, he tried to firmly remind himself. It wasn’t that what had happened with Damon could never happen again. Jonah just had to balance having his own fun with getting some work done.
He filmed videos of two of the toys. They weren’t the videos of him playing with them himself – no, Jonah had already decided to make those in the privacy of his own flat – but he was instead talking about all the little features Ez had added and explaining how to use them.
Early afternoon, Jonah stretched and paced around the room.
He glanced at the door. Ez had told him he could explore the building, so what better time was there for it?
After all, he’d already finished most of what he’d planned for the day, and maybe taking a look around would inspire some other ideas.
Jonah wandered the rest of the floor he was on, finding nothing that interesting. He knew the others had rooms further up the building, and Jonah’s stomach twisted when he thought of wandering up there. Were they all in the building now? Were they waiting for him to come to them?
Had they all heard him with Damon the night before?
Jonah’s worries didn’t matter. As he turned to go downstairs and check out the offices there, Finley appeared before him, a grin stretching his handsome face.
“Jonah,” he purred, eyes moving over him slowly.
“Finley.”
Although none of them had sent Jonah a message in between his night with Ez and his first day working here, Finley had been the most persistent before that. Jonah hadn’t minded one bit. He was… creative, and his texts had helped Jonah get off more than once.
“How are you finding the place?” Finley waved a hand as if encompassing the entire building. “Had a chance to look around?”
“Not yet.”
“Then let me give you a tour.” Finley’s grin turned wicked. “I know just where to start.”
He started walking down the stairs and Jonah followed without hesitation. He was surprised when they swept past Ez’s office and went deeper into the building, then down more stairs Jonah was certain he wouldn’t have found without Finley’s help.
“You know, before you came along, Ez had us test all his toys,” Finley said conversationally, throwing an arm around Jonah’s shoulders. “Well, it was a lot more me or Torin than Rafe and Damon, but we all had a go.”
The stairs opened into a corridor with a set of double doors at the end. The lighting was dimmer down here, but Jonah saw the keypad next to the door and frowned as Finley entered the code. The doors beeped.
“Finley, what—” The doors opened, and Jonah gasped.
Every toy Sensual Desires had ever offered was on display in here, and a lot more besides. Jonah had never been in a sex dungeon before – he wasn’t quite sure how he’d find one – but he thought this might just be what he was stepping into.
The toys lined the walls, along with collars and gags, riding crops and paddles and, fuck, anything Jonah could think of. He turned in a slow circle, taking in the padded benches, the chairs, everything, he supposed, a person could need to absolutely ruin someone else.
Finley chuckled in his ear, his hands landing on Jonah’s shoulders. “Like what you see?”
“This can’t… Ez…”
“Oh, most of this is just his personal collection,” Finley said. “He needed the inspiration.” Jonah got the feeling he wasn’t just talking about the equipment.
He turned his head, looking up into Finley’s face. “All of you…?”
“Our incubus is very clever. He needed to see exactly how everything worked.” He chuckled and leaned in, his lips running the length of Jonah’s throat.
“You all… didn’t mind?”
Finley snorted. “Mind? Getting worked over by an incubus is good enough anyway; never mind one as thorough as Ez can be. Playing with each other was just the icing on top of the cake.”
Jonah leaned back against him. Finley’s arms slid around his waist, one pushing his shirt up to splay across his abs. “What about me?”
“They weren’t lying to you, Jonah. None of us were. It’s like you were made for us. All of us.”
Jonah whimpered. He felt it too, this connection to all of them that he couldn’t quite explain. But when Finley said all of them…
“What do you want to try out?” Finley asked, voice low and urgent. His teeth scraped down the side of Jonah’s throat. “You can try anything in here.”
“Really?”
“Sure.” Finley nipped Jonah’s jaw. “Ez will be fine with it. Hell, you’ll probably end up picking out the stuff he really loved to use on us, I’m sure.”
At the mention of Ez’s name, Jonah went still. He chewed the inside of his cheek and Finley’s touches turned more gentle.
“What’s going on?” he asked. When he tried to turn Jonah, Jonah went easily, though it took him a minute to lift his eyes to Finley’s face.
“I feel… guilty.”
Finley frowned. “Guilty? Why?”
“I can’t choose just one of you.”
“Who asked you to?”
“Wh – What?”
“Who asked you to choose? I’m sure it wasn’t one of us.”
“No, but—” Jonah floundered. “Look, Damon said that you and Rafe were more possessive, and I don’t know what that means, but—”
He was cut off when Finley kissed him hard. One hand clamped down on the back of his neck, holding him in place, and Jonah sagged against him. He moaned when Finley sucked on his tongue, hips jerking forward of their own accord.
“No one’s asking you to choose, sweetheart,” Finley said against Jonah’s mouth.
“I’m sure we’d all prefer you to remain ours, but even I know that’s a lot to ask.
” His hand slid down over Jonah’s arse and Jonah understood what Damon had meant by possessive.
It was evident in every touch, every look Finley gave him, but he’d seen him look at the others like that, too.
“You all…?”
“Yeah,” Finley said with a little grin. “You saw us. You think any of us pass up a chance to ride Damon? You think Torin hasn’t tangled us all up in his tentacles and talked us into cumming?”
Jonah groaned. “Fuck. Yeah, okay. I get it.”
Finley kissed him again. “Hmm, maybe,” he said when he pulled back.
Jonah frowned, but then he was moving, and he let out a startled yelp when Finley pushed him face down over one of the benches. Heat pressed against his arse before Finley was moving away and Jonah gripped the leather with tight fingers, knowing better than to move.
“Good boy,” Finley said when he returned. He pushed Jonah’s shirt up, his hand hot on Jonah’s lower back. “Remember to tell me if you don’t like anything, okay?”
“Yeah, I got it.”
“Good.”
Jonah yelped again when Finley grabbed his arms, pinning them against his lower back. His chest pressed against the bench and Finley hesitated, just for a second.
“Do you like this shirt?”
Jonah laughed. “Fuck, I don’t care about the shirt.”
Something fastened around his wrist – around both of them – and when Finley let go and Jonah tested, he could only move them a little way. Cuffs. Fuck.
“You good?”
“Yeah.” Jonah’s voice came out hoarse, and Finley chuckled. He reached around to unfasten Jonah’s trousers, tugging them roughly down to his knees. When his hands dug into Jonah’s hips, claws pricked at his skin. Jonah gasped, cock twitching.
“Shit,” Finley muttered. “Sorry, I—”
“No, that’s—” Jonah pushed back against him. “Fuck, Finley…”
Finley growled, stepping back. Jonah heard the rustle as he unfastened his own jeans, but he didn’t turn his head to look. He gasped when Finley spread him wide, the head of his cock notching against Jonah’s hole.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Finley murmured. He rocked his hips, his cock sliding along Jonah’s crease, leaving a trail of pre-cum behind. “I’ll open you up first.”
Jonah regretted not doing it himself earlier, but playing with the toys hadn’t been his plan for the day. Finley grabbed his bound wrists, rutting against him still, and Jonah lifted his head to moan.
“You want to play with something else?” Finley asked, voice light with amusement. “I wouldn’t mind paddling that sweet arse of yours. Bet you look pretty in red.”
Heat surged up Jonah’s spine. “I’ve never really…”
He’d fucked around, sure, had a boyfriend here and there, but none who were that kinky, and none who’d lit the same desire in him the way the men here had. The furthest he’d gone with pain had been Rafe spanking him and using the nipple clamps. Jonah groaned when his cock twitched at the memory.
Finley moved one hand to his hip, claws digging in again. Jonah trembled. Finley let out another amused sound. “I think you like a little pain, don’t you, Jonah?” His voice was dark in all the best ways and Jonah found himself nodding.
“You want to try my hand first?” Finley smoothed his hand over Jonah’s arse.
Jonah swallowed hard. “Y – Yeah.”
There was something different about this than the way Rafe had spanked him before. It was in the way his shoulders tensed when Finley leaned back, the anticipation zipping between the two of them.
Crack!
The first slap wasn’t that hard, but Jonah groaned as heat bloomed beneath the pain, his cock jerking where it was trapped against the bench. Finley’s fingers soothed over the spot.
“Yes or no?”
Jonah didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
Finley pressed a kiss to the nape of his neck before he leaned back again. The next hit was a little harder, and Jonah cried out on the third, wrists jerking against the cuffs. Finley switched to his other cheek for the next three, then stroked a hand down Jonah’s sweaty spine.
“Finley,” Jonah moaned. He lifted his hips, presenting his arse. “Please…”
“You think you can take a couple with the paddle?” Finley asked. He trailed his claws down Jonah’s spine and Jonah sobbed with pleasure, already nodding.
“Yes, fuck, then get in me—”
Another slap had him jerking forward, a whimper tearing itself from Jonah’s throat as his cock stiffened, pre-cum spurting onto the bench.
“Be good for me now, sweetheart,” Finley murmured in his ear. “Bad boys don’t get to cum.”