23. Jace
Chapter 23
Ilook over at Toby in the corner with his ass in the air, and my cock jumps in my pants. When Vince came in, he looked at him and didn’t say a word. He’s walked in on these lessons more than once. Toby acts like he hates them, but deep down, I know he needs them. Aiden, Vince, and I got seated around the table like Toby isn’t on full display and Oliver isn’t trying to hide his moans each time he moves the wrong way.
Oliver starts setting the meal he prepared on the table, and I reach behind him to run my hand over his ass when he sets the last plate down. He sucks in a breath, and his eyes flash to mine. “How are you doing, Angel?”
“Fine,” he says breathlessly.
I continue to massage his ass and look at Vince. “Is Zac coming?” Oliver clasps his hands in front of him, letting me do what I want.
“Yeah, he’s on his way.” Vince finally looks at Toby and raises a brow when he looks back at me. “Is this what goes on in this house now?”
“He has a smart mouth,” I answer, bracing my hand on Oliver’s hip. “What do you think about that contract?”
“I’ll have to look at the fine print, but I think I can get him out of it.”
“Or we can kick his ass again,” Toby responds.
“Stop talking,” I bark. “You’re to be seen, not heard. Keep talking shit, and I’ll make you eat like a dog.” Toby shakes his ass at me and grins.
Zac comes into the kitchen seconds later and stops dead in his tracks when he sees Toby. “Goddamn. What did I miss?”
“All the fun stuff was over when I got here,” Vince answers. Zac walks over and kisses Vince, then takes the chair by his side.
“Sit, Angel,” I say, pushing the chair out between Aiden and me. Oliver sits delicately, but the minute his ass hits the chair, he grips the table and groans.
“Fuck,” he gasps, his knuckles turning white.
I start making his plate and set it in front of him. “Eat, so we can take care of this contract.” Oliver picks up his fork and right when he’s about to take a bite, I slide my hand up his thigh and massage his cock. Oliver shoves the food in his mouth with a shaky hand.
“Tell me how the fuck you got mixed up with Trent,” Zac says.
“He hired him to design for some new businesses,” Aiden answers. “We didn’t know it was him until today.”
“That was a huge advance,” Zac responds. “Can you swing paying it back?”
“If not, we’ll take care of it,” I reply. “I just want this jackass to disappear.”
“We can make that happen. I know people,” Zac grins.
Vince rolls his eyes. “He’s not in the mafia.”
Oliver looks between them, trying to hide that he’s starting to shift his hips so I continue to rub his cock. “Who?”
“We have this client that Zac swears is in the mafia just because he’s Russian.”
“That’s not the only reason. Who the hell needs security like he does? I swear, the dude is into some shady shit.”
“Then why do you have him as a client?” Aiden laughs.
“Because he’s cool as hell, and he pays way above what we ask for.”
“I love Russian accents,” Oliver says. I squeeze him hard, and he drops his fork. “Or any accents.”
I give him a warning look and hear Toby try to cover up a laugh. I continue to play with him through dinner, and when we’re done, we go to my office so Vince and Zac can look over the contract. I pull Oliver down on my thigh so he’s straddling it. His body is completely rigid from the plug and from staying hard.
“Go tell Toby he can eat,” I tell Aiden. “Then bring him in here to assume the position.” He nods and disappears from the room.
Vince and Zac get seated on the couch against the wall and start pouring over the contract. I focus back on Oliver and run my hand up his back. “Ride my leg.”
“What?” he asks, flipping to look at me over his shoulder.
“Ride it, Cum drop.”
Oliver tentatively rocks back and forth a few times until he realizes that every time he moves, the plug rubs inside him and his cock rubs my thigh. He grips the edge of the desk, shifts his hips for more friction and starts to move. I run my hand down to his ass and squeeze. He has those gray dress pants on that make his ass look edible. I’ve been hard this whole time just from looking at him and Toby, knowing they’re stretched open with the plugs. And knowing that when I pull them out that their assholes will be gaping wide open. It’s not something I can do to them everyday without risk of permanent damage, but I can do it as a reward every once in a while.
“S…s…sir,” Oliver stutters, his movements picking up speed. “I need to come.”
“Then come. I want you to come in your pants like the little whore that you are.” I run my hand over his thigh and tuck it under his cock so he has more to work with.
“How long do you have to finish the designs?” Vince asks, glancing at Oliver.
I squeeze his cock hard. “Answer him.”
“Fo…four weeks.”
“Have you done any of them?”
“Yesssss,” Oliver hisses, never stopping his movements. He no longer cares that Vince and Zac can see him riding my leg desperately.
“Does he have access?” Zac asks, and Oliver shakes his head.
“No. He wouldn’t until I was finished.”
“Good. I think with some arm twisting, you can buy him out of the contract.”
“O…o…okay.”
They go back to look at the contract, and Oliver’s body starts shaking. He’s so fucking close, and when Aiden marches Toby into the room and shoves him back to the floor with his ass facing us, Oliver starts coming. “Good boy,” I growl, feeling his cum soaking his pants. “You aren’t wearing underwear.”
“Aiden wouldn’t let me,” Oliver moans, still working his hips back and forth.
“So fucking desperate,” I comment. “I bet if I bent you over this desk and pulled that plug free, you’d still be begging me to fuck you.”
“Yes, Sir.” Oliver’s body starts to settle, and I massage his sensitive cock. His back goes ramrod straight, but he doesn’t move.
I lean up until I’m near his ear. “I’m going to have you crying for me, Cum drop,” I whisper. I massage harder, and the whimper that leaves his mouth has me gritting my teeth.
Vince and Zac look around the room, and Vince stands up. “I’ll take this with me and contact him tomorrow about severing ties. I’m now officially your lawyer.”
“Put it on my tab,” I say.
“You got it. Have fun,” Zac laughs.
Vince has to practically shove Zac from the room, and when the door shuts behind him, it’s like all the air has been sucked out. The tension is suffocating, and I soak it in.
“It’s too much,” Oliver pants. “Sir, please.”
I scoot my chair back and shove him to his feet. “Turn around and show me the mess you made.”
Oliver turns, and when I see the wet spot on his pants, I grab his hip and pull him toward me. I bury my face against his cock and suck on the spot. “Sir.”
“Take your pants off.” Oliver shudders from head to toe. He kicks his shoes off and then undoes his pants. He shoves them off his hips and kicks them the rest of the way off. His cock is still half hard, and I know it’s because of the plug. “Sit on the desk.” I push everything toward the back so he can scoot up and groan when he puts his feet on the desk and spreads his legs for me. I slide his shirt over his head so he’s completely naked. “Stay there. I need to take care of something first.”
I get up from behind the desk and walk over to Toby. Oliver’s head follows me the whole time. I squat behind Toby and run my fingers over the plug. “You look sexy as fuck, Dirty boy.”
“I know,” he sasses, and I slap the end of it, making him jolt forward. “Fuck, Jace.”
“Are you ever going to learn to watch that smart fucking mouth?” I know the answer before he even says anything. The answer is no because Toby likes being punished. “Oliver got to come because he’s a good boy. I’ll leave you hard all night long while I fuck with you. You’ll go to bed with an aching fucking cock, and there won’t be anything you can do about it.”
“Do what you want, Jace.” I know he was aiming for a flippant response, but I can hear the desperation in his voice. It takes a lot to make Toby beg.
I get to my feet and reach down to jerk him to stand. I drag him from my office and straight for the stairs. I hear Aiden talking to Oliver behind me and know they’ll follow. Once we get to the top of the steps, I turn toward the playroom and hear the shaky breath Toby lets out. “It’s been awhile, Dirty boy.” I pull him to the center of the room and untie his arms. “Up.” He lifts his arms above his head, and I strap the cuffs on to suspend him from the ceiling. “Assume the position,” I tell Oliver as soon as he walks in. Aiden sits in the chair in the corner and pulls Oliver onto his lap. Oliver props his feet on the arms and spreads his legs without a word.
“Jace,” Toby whispers. “Don’t hold back.”
“Do you need what I can give you?”
“Yes.”
I grab his jaw and kiss him hard. “What’s your safe word?”
“Pineapple.” I still shake my head at that, but that’s what he chose.
I strip from my clothes and roll my neck to get in the right headspace. I walk to the wall and grab the whip that always marks his tattooed skin up so good. Toby’s breathing speeds up when he sees what’s in my hand. I walk around behind him and flick my wrist without warning. The first strike hits on his ass, and he jerks against his binds. Watching Toby’s muscles bulge under his skin has always been one of my favorite parts of tying him up. The other is him trying his hardest not to make a sound. I flick my wrist three times in rapid succession, making the whip work down the back of his thighs.
“I want to make you come like this,” I muse. “From just the plug, the whip, and the pain.”
“Shit,” Toby pants as I work my way up his back.
“But I want to bury myself inside you. Is that what you want?” Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
“Fuck yes.”
“Do you want my cock, Dirty boy?” Smack. Smack. Smack.
“Yes!”
“Say the words.” Smack. Smack. Smack.
“Goddamnit,” Toby grits out. “Please.”
“Not good enough.” I let my instincts take over, and it’s like the whip is flying by itself. The skin on his back, ass, and thighs redden under his tattoos.
“Please, Jace, please! Fuck me. Make me yours.”
I drop the whip, grab the lube, and squirt it directly on my cock. I work the plug free and almost fucking lose it when I see how much it stretched him. I work my cock inside him with ease and start fucking him so hard that I’m lifting him off his feet. “I ruined that pretty little hole with my plug.” I grab his throat, pull him against my chest, and squeeze. “Now I’m going to destroy it with my cock.”
“Yes, please,” Toby moans. I feel his tears drip onto my arm, and something in me fucking snaps. I reach up and undo the cuffs on his arms. His legs buckle under him, and I guide him to the floor on his hands and knees. I latch onto his hips and start fucking him like my life depends on it. “Jace!”
“Pull his plug out,” I bark at Aiden, and he works his hand between Oli’s leg. When he pulls it out, Oliver’s hole is stretched and flexing. I jerk Toby’s head up by his hair. “Look what we did to your baby’s asshole.”
“Fuck, that’s pretty,” Toby pants.
“Since you’re taking me so good, I’m going to let you come inside him. Do you want that?”
“Yes, please!”
I tighten my hands on his hips and start slamming into him. The need to come is riding me hard. “Stroke your cock.” Toby starts jerking himself in a tight grip, and his ass clamps down on me. “Fuck,” I grunt, and then I’m coming. I swear it starts at the tip of my fucking toes. I groan until the last drop is in Toby.
“Jace,” Toby whimpers. “I’m going to come.”
I carefully slide from inside him and help him as he scrambles to his feet. Aiden grabs Oliver’s legs and spreads him wide open. Toby sets the head of his cock on Oli’s stretched hole and cries out as he starts coming. Staying on the edge for so long has fucked him up.
I get to my feet and walk behind him. When he stops coming, he works his cock inside Oliver to push his cum inside him. Oliver wraps his legs around Toby’s waist and digs his heels into my hips to pull me closer.
“We need to take care of you guys,” I say, kissing Toby’s neck.
No matter how nasty we get or how rough, our first priority is to make sure everyone is okay. Aftercare might actually be my favorite part of our encounters here. It brings us even closer together.
And I plan on doing this for the rest of my life.