Chapter 18
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
SKYLAR
“Go shower and clean out your hole,” I growl at Rhodes as we get home. “It better be really clean. You have two hours.”
“Fuck,” Rhodes says, running for the kitchen.
Koen watches me with wide eyes while I wink at him, catching his hand to walk to the living room.
“He’s fine,” I murmur. “It’ll give me enough time to order new things to be delivered. He’ll be thinking up all kinds of things in the time it takes to prepare himself for his punishment.”
“That’s…diabolical,” Koen says, shaking his head.
“Mind games are my thing,” I admit. “Not anything that’ll hurt him, but I like to keep Rhodes on his toes.
He enjoys having someone else be in control, and I give that to him.
It’s not all the time, just when I can tell he needs it.
He’s also a brat. Even if I don’t necessarily mind that we’re getting a dog, he knows he was going against something I said. ”
The door upstairs slams shut dramatically, making me chuckle under my breath as I pull out my phone for some light shopping.
“I need a new whip,” I muse, searching through my favorite websites that deliver quickly. “It’s a different kind of sting than the crop.”
“Mmhmm. What about that one?” Koen asks.
My lips twitch at how easily he was able to choose. After he watched me punish Rhodes in the kitchen in heels, this should be a walk in the park.
“That’ll work,” I say. “Now, I need a butt plug that’ll also wrap around his knot and balls.”
“You lost me,” he says, even though he perfumes around us.
“Oh?” I tease. “I’ve never used one on Rhodes before. The pressure will be enhanced every time he reacts to the whip, edging him between pain and pleasure.”
“I need to see it,” he says suspiciously.
“Who do you think is going to help me?” I ask, smirking. “If he’s a very good boy, he’ll get to suck your cock.”
“I don’t think it’s a punishment to suck my dick,” he grumbles.
“That’s why you’re the reward,” I reply, finishing my purchase and choosing the fast delivery option. “Avoid the pack bathroom like the plague for now while Rhodes is in there. Oh, shit. Let me check something. I think our couches are supposed to come today.”
“You can’t spank someone with people moving furniture,” Koen says sagely, amused.
“I refuse to let them ruin my fun,” I retort.
I call the company and confirm they’re not coming till tonight. The small couch we rented in the interim will work for now. It can go back tomorrow, and we’ll be closer to making the house a home.
“We don’t have to travel for a couple of weeks. Are you going to decorate your nest?” I ask him, getting comfortable.
“I want to,” he admits. His supplies were delivered, but he hasn’t gotten very far yet in putting it together. He also won’t allow us to help either.
“Do you want Rhodes and I to help with the furniture?” I ask tentatively.
“I think I want to paint the walls first,” he says. “I need to wait for them to dry before I can set up furniture.”
“That’s fair,” I agree. “It’s kind of dark in there though. Do you need more light?”
“I love it,” he says quickly. “I may need help with the light I bought, though. I’m not sure if there's electricity for it.”
“Tell me when you’re ready for it, and I’ll call an electrician,” I say easily.
Koen and I talk for the next two hours, and Rhodes arrives right when I told him to. My new toys are on the arm of the couch, along with my other tools, and I bite my lip in appreciation of how good he looks.
Rhodes always manages to test the patience of a saint, but fortunately I’m not one.
My cock swells with desire, testing the limits of my sweats instead as he sashays into the room.
He’s wearing a pair of platform heeled boots that go over his knees, a black zip up fishnet vest top with buckles, and a thigh harness.
My mouth goes dry because Rhodes skipped the panties. Holy fuck.
It’s over the top, slutty as hell, and Koen’s intake of breath says he’s also very affected.
“Do I pass inspection, Daddy?” Rhodes asks, raising his brow.
There’s no smile, just a very smug expression of someone who knows he just made a very successful entrance.
“I’m not sure,” I say, pretending to be bored. “I think I need a closer look.”
Rhodes walks until he’s in front of me, grunting as I grab his very generous cock and use it to maneuver him where I want. Koen is standing beside us with wide eyes as I lay Rhodes over my spread thighs, and then promptly zip tie his wrists behind his back.
My fingers ghost over my naughty alpha’s back, enjoying his shiver as he relaxes across my thighs. This is a place where he’s safe, and he knows it. His cheek lays on the couch cushion, while his heels push his ass up in the air.
Squeezing the flesh of his ass, I pull on a glove and pour lubricant over his hole. The glove is only so I’ll be able to grip the whip later, but I want to prepare him to take the large plug in his ass first.
I’m not gentle though as I push three fingers into his slutty asshole.
“Mmm. Your pussy likes it when I play here, doesn’t it?” I growl, letting the rumble play over his skin. “Fuck. You’re just loose enough. Did you play with your hole while you were upstairs, Rhodes? Tell the truth.”
“No,” he moans. “I swear!”
“Another finger, and then you can get your plug,” I croon, grunting as I work a fourth digit into his hole. “That’s it. Did you think you’d make me forgive you for ignoring what I said by being a good boy for me?”
“I wouldn’t…dream of it,” he gasps. “Daddy. Fuck, that feels good. Please don’t…ah. Argh!”
Rhodes loses his grasp of speech as I hit the spot inside of him that makes him wild. His heavy cock rubs against my sweatpants, and I can feel how hard he is. I love my slutty little brat.
I bring him right to the edge of his release, smirking at his yowl of complaint as I pull my fingers from his asshole. The air is heavy with our scents, with the sweet aroma of peaches added to it as well.
“Shh. You know you’re not allowed to come yet,” I remind him, pulling off the glove and tossing it into the small waste bin I have for this reason. “I have a plug for your ass. Relax for me and take every inch.”
Rhodes opens his mouth to reply, but groans as I begin to push the plug into his ass. It’s not as large as others, however, that’s not the point of it. The fact that it’ll tug on his knot or ass with each movement is the fun part of this piece.
“You’ve had bigger things than this in here,” I tease him, working the toy the rest of the way home.
Releasing the cord slowly so it’ll dangle and he can feel the weight of the ring on the other end, I begin to massage the lower half of his body as he gasps.
“What is that?” he asks.
“This is a stretchy rubber strap that connects the butt plug with another piece that’ll go around your knot and balls,” I say patiently.
“I am going to begin your punishment while I allow it to continue to dangle. Your job is to keep the plug in your hole while I spank your ass with the whip. Can you do that, Princess?”
“Yes. Fuck, Daddy. I’m too close for you to call me that,” he groans.
“That’s too damn bad, Princess,” I chuckle, picking up the whip. “Breathe and squeeze for me. I won’t make you apologize because we both know that would be a lie.”
“Daddy, she’s so cute,” Rhodes complains, forgetting to clench as I bring the folded whip on his ass. “Fuck, that was spicy.”
Koen stifles a smile, watching attentively as I bring the whip down again on Rhodes’ skin. Rhodes writhes in my lap, moaning and releasing expletives as he grinds his cock against my leg.
Knowing he needs a deterrent from doing this, I grind my elbow into his back as I lean down to connect the ring around his knot and balls. I massage them gently so his knot will inflate, amused when he whines.
“I know the puppy was cute, and we need to order her adorable things, but what did I tell you?” I ask.
“You told me no,” he grunts, his chest heaving slightly as I rub the red marks on his skin. As always, I make sure to change where I smack, though this is spicier than my hand.
I bent the whip in half to see how that would change the look of my marks, and I really like it.
“Mmhmm. I have to get creative in my punishments or you’ll enjoy them too much,” I remind him, tugging lightly on the rope connecting my new sex-torture toys.
“Daddy. Ah, fuck. This is fun too,” he groans.
“I know,” I reply, pleased with how my vision is working. “Koen, take my phone and video the next part, will you? It’s not going anywhere but my private cloud. That thing is better protected than Fort Knox.”
I should know, I pay out the nose for Fishman’s services. The alpha is a genius, and keeps my questionable texts and media locked down.
Walking over, he takes the unlocked phone and directs it at Koen’s reddened ass. I tug the rope between Rhodes’ ass and balls again for good measure, nodding as I watch my little brat clench around the plug.
“Don’t come, Rhodes,” I growl. This is going to be a little more intense than usual, so I need to check in. “What’s your safe word?”
“Peanuts,” he rasps.
It’s been a long time since he’s used his safe word, and that’s not something I want to change.
“Do you need to use it?” I ask.
“No,” Rhodes moans.
Dragging the whip over his skin, I begin to massage before I smack him, enjoying his sounds. I especially love the way his breath hitches every time I drag the whip over his balls, or the way he whimpers loudly when he rocks his hips forward.
Between the ball cage and the plug, he’s completely drowning in sensation.
“I think he deserves his reward now, don’t you?” I ask, glancing at Koen. I’m sure not to use his name, and I notice Koen has the camera focused on Rhodes’ ass.
I have to admit, it’s a really nice, round, bubble butt.