6. Jace
Chapter 6
Irun my fingers through Oliver’s hair, taking a second to appreciate that he’s back, and then fist his hair. “Do you understand why you’re being punished?”
“Yes, Sir.” Oliver’s reply comes out breathy, making my cock jump in my pants.
“Tell me,” I demand. I look at Toby from the corner of my eye to gauge his reaction, and he looks on board with this.
“For not trusting you, walking out, and saying things I didn’t mean.”
I jerk his head back. “Don’t lie. You did mean them.”
“At the time,” Oliver replies. “But I know better now.”
“We’ll make sure you do. Undo my pants and pull them down, but leave my boxers.” Oliver reaches up with shaky hands to do what I said. The jeans fall around my feet, and I pull Oliver’s face against my cock. “You missed this, didn’t you, Cum drop?”
“Yes,” he breathes, and his hands land on my thighs.
“Did I say you could touch me?”
His hands drift back to his lap. “No, Sir.”
I kick my jeans the rest of the way off. “Do the same thing to Dirty boy.” Oliver reaches over and shoves Toby’s sweatpants from his hips. Toby pulls them off and massages his cock through his boxers. I tip Oliver’s head back so his eyes latch onto mine. “Go upstairs to the playroom—the last door on the right. Get naked and bend over the table. Don’t touch yourself and wait for us.”
“Yes, Sir.” I help Oliver to his feet, and he goes up the steps without hesitation.
I turn to Toby, and he’s watching him disappear. “Are you okay with this?”
“Yes.” Toby turns to me. “How far are you going to push this?”
“As far as I want. You forgot your place in all of this, too, Dirty boy. I let it happen, and I shouldn’t have. You didn’t trust me to take care of you.”
“It wasn’t about that.”
“It doesn’t matter. When we get upstairs, you have no say in what happens. Do you understand?” Toby raises a brow, challenging me. I grab his throat in a tight grip and push into his face, reminding him who I am. “Do you understand?” I grit out.
“Yes,” Toby pushes out past my hold.
“Good. Go upstairs, strip, and sit in the chair in the corner. You don’t talk or look at Oliver.” I watch him struggle with that demand. He opens his mouth to say something, thinks better of it, and jerks a nod. I kiss his lips hard. “Go.”
Because Toby’s a brave little shit, he strips while walking up the stairs and tosses everything to the bottom. He turns around when he gets to the top with a grin and strokes his cock in a tight grip. I take off up the stairs after him, and he hightails into the room with a laugh. Grabbing his arm, I spin him around to face me and shove him to his knees. I hold him down with one hand and jerk my shirt off with the other. Watching his face, I shove my boxers off. “Open your goddamn mouth.” Oliver looks up from his place on the table with wide eyes. Toby’s mouth drops open, and I shove into his throat without warning, making him choke and gag. “Now is not the time for you to be a fucking brat, Dirty boy.” I hold him there until he has tears leaking down his face and saliva down his chin. I let my cock slip from his mouth. “Now. Do what I said.”
Without another word, he gets to his feet and walks to the chair. He flops in it, but he makes sure his expression is clear of all the smartass things I know he wants to say. I walk to stand behind Oliver and rub my hands up his gorgeous ass. He pushes back against me, and I smack him hard enough to make him yelp. I jerk open the drawer on the side of the table to pull out a bottle of lube and a butt plug. I rip the package for the plug open, slick it with lube, and start pushing it inside Oliver. He stretches around it, and I take a deep breath. As much as I want to punish Oliver, I have to be careful how hard I push him. Toby’s called me a sadist more than once, and I don’t think Oliver is ready for that side yet. I’m over the goddamn moon that he’s back, but I’m still so fucking angry that he didn’t trust us. I can’t let that anger override my common sense.
“Sir,” Oliver moans when the plug is deeply inside him.
“Stand up,” I order. “And turn around.” He turns to face me, and I grab what else I need from the drawer. Leaning down, I suck both nipples into hard peaks and place the nipple clamps, letting the chain dangle with the cock ring so it rubs against him. I slide it on his cock, careful only to let the ring touch him. Oliver’s face is open without a hint of hesitation. Before, you could see him holding back, but now, he’s accepting his fate with open arms. I grab his arm and lead him to the center of the room. “Arms up.”
He raises his arms above his head, and I wrap the soft cuffs around his wrists. Grabbing the spreader bar, I hook it to his ankles, spread his legs apart, and take a step back. “You look gorgeous, Baby.”
“Shut up,” I bark. “You had your chance to be involved and decided to fuck it up.” I hear Toby grumble something under his breath and decide to ignore it so I can focus on Oliver. “How much can you handle?”
“Whatever you want to give me, Sir.”
I chuckle, but it comes out deep and dark, making Oliver’s eyes widen. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, Cum drop.”
“Yes, I do. I trust you.” Those three words.
“What’s your safe word?”
“Red.”
“So willing to be my little whore again.” I walk behind him and examine the wall with all my favorite things on it. I grab my flogger and run the wide suede strips through my hand. Walking to stand beside him, I twist his body to the side with a hand on his hip and take my place behind him. “Count them.”
I flick my wrist, and the leather smacks against the pretty skin on his back, causing Oliver to suck in a breath. “One.”
“You left us.” Smack.
“I’m sorr?—”
“I said to count.”
Oliver’s head falls forward. “Two.”
“You promised to be ours and walked out.” Smack.
“Three.”
“You changed your number, and we didn’t know if you were safe.” Smack.
“Four.”
“You haven’t been taking care of yourself.” Smack. I immediately noticed that he had lost weight, which made my blood boil.
“Five.”
“You put yourself in danger today.” I can still see him standing at the edge of that fucking cliff. I stood there with my heart in my throat, without a clue how to fix it. Smack. Smack. Smack. I make sure each strike lands in a different spot, working my way down his back to his ass, avoiding his sides. “You lessened what we did to just fucking.” Smack. Smack. Smack. Oliver’s body is jerking in the binds, his brain trying to figure out if he likes what I’m doing. I can see his hard cock straining, so I know he does. Each time he jerks, it causes a chain reaction with the nipple clamps and the ring around his cock, overloading his body with sensations. His back and ass are a bright cherry red, and my dick is straining toward him, begging me to fuck him. Not yet. “I don’t hear you counting.”
“I don’t…I can’t…” His breath is sawing in and out of his lungs, making his words choppy. “Eleven.” I walk to look at his face, and he has tears streaming down his cheeks. “I’m fine.” He looks at me with those big green eyes. “You’re holding back, and you don’t have to. I deserve to be punished. I hurt you, and I’ll spend however long it takes making up for it.”
I finally let go of the doubts restraining me and unleash on him. I smack his chest down to his abs until they’re as red as his back and ass. Oliver counts each strike without fail, and I’m not even sure how he kept up when I lost track. “Thirty,” Oliver moans, and I step in front of him.
“Do you know why I picked that many?”
“No, Sir.”
“Because that’s the first month you were gone. Thirty fucking days that I had to go without seeing your face or hearing your voice. Thirty goddamn days that I had to watch Toby fall apart. Thirty days that you were alone without us. And that’s just the first month, Cum drop.” My heart is pounding in my chest, emotions swirling through my body. This boy has me so fucked up, and he doesn’t even realize it. He has tears streaming down his face that are a mixture of sadness and pain I put his body through. I step back behind him without a word and deliver each remaining strike with determination. Oliver is whimpering and babbling incoherently but refuses to use his safe word. His back, ass, and thighs are flaming red. “Say it, Cum drop.”
“No, Sir.”
“Say. It.”
“No!”
“Goddamnit, Oliver.” I toss the flogger on the table, grab the lube, and slick my cock up. I jerk the plug from his ass and shove inside him in one firm thrust, forcing him to stretch around me. I don’t give him a chance to adjust. I wrap my arm around his waist and start slamming into him. I know my thighs are slapping against his sore ass, but I can’t stop. “Get him unhooked.”
Toby jumps to his feet, releases the spreader bar, and then Oliver’s hands. I pull from Oliver, scoop him into my arms, and toss him on the bed in the back of the room. I climb between his spread thighs, already working myself inside him. “Sir,” Oliver moans, his hands hovering around my shoulders.
“Good boy,” I praise when he doesn’t touch me without my permission. “Go ahead.”
His hands slide over my shoulders and biceps. I slam my lips against his in a bruising kiss, thrusting my tongue in his mouth and overwhelming his senses. Oliver meets me stroke for stroke, and I shudder from head to toe. Grabbing the backs of his thighs, I push them until his knees are on the bed, bending him in half. I can’t get close enough or deep enough. I want to crawl inside him so he can never leave me again.
Pulling my mouth away, I unhook the nipple clamps and watch Oliver’s face as the blood rushes into them. He cries out, and his ass clamps down so hard on me that my thrusts stutter.
“You’ll never leave again,” I growl, staring him right in the eye. I know my face probably resembles a feral fucking animal, but I don’t care.
“No, Sir.”
“Hold his legs, Dirty boy.” Toby climbs onto the bed at Oliver’s head, grabs his ankles, and pulls so his ass is pointing straight up.
“This.” Thrust. “Ass.” Thrust. “Is.” Thrust. “Mine.” Thrust. I lock my hand on Oliver’s throat and squeeze until his breath is cut off. “You’re ours to do with as we please, and if you ever walk out on me again, I’ll make you regret everything.”
Oliver nods frantically, his fingers digging into my forearm. But he isn’t trying to pull me away. He’s pulling me closer. Keeping my hold on his throat, my thrusts intensify until I’m grunting each time I bottom out. My release blazes down my spine, and I hold myself as deep as I can, groaning his name as I come. I unlock my hand from around his throat, letting him suck in air. Toby lets Oliver’s feet fall to the bed, and I kiss Oliver slowly, a complete contrast to how I just fucked him. “Sir,” Oliver says quietly when I pull away.
“Yes, Angel?”
“Thank you.” Was he thanking me for punishing him? I raise a brow in question, and he smiles. “For giving me a second chance, for showing me how bad I fucked up, and for giving me a piece of yourself.”
I pull him to my chest, kissing his neck. “I’m so fucking happy you’re back.”
“Me too.”
I kiss him one last time and slide from inside him. “Toby will take care of you now. Then we’ll take a bath, I’ll take care of the marks I left, and we’ll eat.” I rub my hand down his cheek. “You did so good for me.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Gripping Toby’s jaw, I pull him to my lips, kissing him slowly. “You’re still a brat,” I whisper against his lips.
“Yes, Sir,” Toby replies with a smile.
With a shake of my head, I go and sit in the chair in the corner to watch them. My heart is full as Toby slips between Oliver’s thighs and gently slides inside him.
This is what I’ve always wanted.
And I’ll do anything to keep it.