Chapter 10 #2
Then I lean down and claim her lips softly.
She moans into the kiss.
“I love you, cara mia,” I murmur.
When I pull back, she whimpers her frustration but doesn’t reach to hold onto me.
She’s learning.
I nod at Eden.
Immediately, he winds Robyn’s hair around his fist and pulls her to her feet. He drags her to the large bed in the middle of the playroom, as we planned.
The bed has a metal headboard with bondage points, a wooden pillory at the end, and a cage underneath.
Shay sneakily turns his head, breaking position to watch.
I allow it because I know how much it is turning him on to see Robyn being bound by his brother on top of the crinkled black plastic. Eden pulls her arms out to the edges of the bed, binding her arms like I have taught him with the soft ropes.
Eden is, maybe unsurprisingly, good with tying knots.
He checks that there is space between her wrists and the rope; he doesn’t want to risk bruising her or cutting off circulation. Then he silently crawls onto the bed and pulls her left foot first and then the right to the corners of the bed and ties them down as well.
Robyn is already breathing fast. Her chest is rising and falling, as she is bound in place like a sacrifice.
Taking Shay by surprise, I lean down and dominantly grab him by the scruff of the neck.
He yells out, as I shove him onto his face in front of the cage underneath the bed. Then I slam my bare foot down between his shoulder blades, pinning him to the floor.
He’s trembling, but I know it’s not from pain.
This is one of Shay’s secret fantasies, which he wrote in the Guide.
I press down harder on his back, careful of his shoulder. “Next time you’re disobedient, I will sleep down here, while my property sleeps underneath me in this cage as punishment. Where you belong.”
When Shay stills, I wonder if I have gone too far.
Then he murmurs, “Well, that’s not motivation to obey, Sir.”
Eden snorts a laugh.
I try not to laugh myself.
What did I expect?
“Of course, you need to be punished today for your disobedience during the game.” My voice becomes low and dangerous.
This isn’t a true punishment; it never will be with Shay. But it is a way to connect and make sure he understands that if he breaks the rules, I will be here to catch him and hold him to the consequences, to which he’s agreed.
Always.
Shay freezes. “I’m sorry.”
Before he can panic, spiraling into his own past of abusive doms, where punishment meant bruises, blood, and degradation, I snap him out of it.
“Stand up, pet.” I lift my foot off his back.
Shay scrambles to stand.
“Good boy. Look how well you’re obeying now. You’re doing so well,” I praise.
Shay relaxes and lifts his chin. His eyes are glassy.
“In medieval times, they used wooden pillories for both public and corporal punishment.” I grab Shay’s cock like it’s my own — and right now, it is — and lead him to the wooden pillory at the bottom of the bed.
“If you’re going to fight with these hands, then I can’t trust you with them.
I’m putting you in a pillory, until you earn the right to freely use your hands again. ”
Shay’s eyes widen.
I grab his chin, forcing him to focus on me. “Color?”
He licks over his dry lips. “Yellow.”
I instantly let go of him, taking a step back. “What do you need? Is this too much?”
Shay stares longingly at the pillory. “It’s perfect, Sir.
It’s just I didn’t know how perfect it was until you said all that, and it’s overwhelming.
I feel so bloody taken in hand and…” He glances down at his wrists.
“…sorry too about what I did. I want this. I need to make you feel good and earn your forgiveness. I don’t like being bad.
I just needed a moment because I was about to come. ”
I stare at him in shock.
My good, good sub.
Shay has no idea just how good he is. I hate that he still thinks that he is bad.
Shay took me so seriously that he wanted a moment to hold himself back from coming untouched just at the thought of being bound over the bed in the pillory.
“I need to kiss you so fucking much right now,” I growl.
“Green, bloody green.”
I grab Shay by the neck and pull him into a long, passionate kiss.
I walk him backwards until his ass hits the pillory. Then I don’t stop kissing him until my lungs burn.
How could he think that I would abandon him?
He is my perfect sub.
I don’t know how I survived before I met him. It must have been a half-life, just as it was pining after the woman who I had loved and lost.
I have never loved any woman apart from Robyn. And I know that I will never love any man apart from Shay.
When I hear a pleasured moan, I glance over Shay’s shoulder.
I grin when I realize that Eden is tormenting Robyn’s nipples. He is thumbing over one, while flicking his tongue over the other mercilessly.
Unable to move, she is thrashing her head side to side. She must be close to coming already.
I look back at Shay, cupping his face. “Next time you take your gloves off and fight, I will strip you there and then in the sin bin and put you on shameful display in this pillory in front of the crowds.”
Shay’s cock twitches in interest at the fantasy. “Maybe the fans will throw popcorn at me.”
“With our luck,” I mutter, “they’d throw butt plugs.”
I’m dismayed when instead of laughing, he leans in to whisper brokenly, “Wilder called Robyn his little Birdie. He called me her fucktoy. He said that she was his and…”
I snarl in fury.
No wonder Shay took hours of having his ass handed to him by coach, rather than telling him what Wilder said to provoke him into a fight.
I spin Shay, clasping him hard to my chest with my hand over his heart.
Together, we watch as Robyn comes apart under Eden’s skillful touch. Her legs are tied wide apart, and we can see her plump, glistening pussy.
She is beautiful, as she trembles, wet with pleasure.
“Look at her, cucciolo,” I insist. “She is tied to our bed, between us. She is exactly where she wants to be. That asshole is never going to touch her again. She is ours. And you are our fucktoy. Be proud of it.”
I let go of Shay, leaning over him to unlatch and lift up the top hinged half of the wooden pillory. Then I shove him roughly between the shoulder blades to bend him over.
His head and wrists rest in the pillory’s holes.
When I fit the top of the sturdy wooden board back into place, securing it to make sure that it won’t open even if Shay struggles, Shay’s mouth can now reach Robyn’s pussy.
He whines.
I know how tempting it must be for him to lick out his tongue and taste.
He’s been trained well enough by me by now not to without permission.
I pat his hip. “Good boy. Don’t make Robyn come with that pretty mouth of yours, until I tell you to. Then you give her pleasure like she deserves.”
Shay’s own cock swings sadly ignored between his legs.
But that’s how our dynamic works.
Shay will receive more from this by giving pleasure to Robyn and me, caught between us where he loves to be, than if I made him come.
Also, the sneaky asshole already had fun with Robyn in the shower.
Damn, I remember what it was like to be twenty-one…
When I look down on the arch of Shay’s gorgeous back, while his face is hidden by the boards that hold him in position, I become even harder.
Like this, he truly does look like my toy.
Except, I can’t stop myself from tracing my fingers lovingly down his silky back.
He arches as far as he can into my touch.
“Present your little ass for me.” I slap him, enjoying the sight of my handprint on his right buttock.
He slides his legs apart. Then I enjoy even more the flash of his tiny asshole, welcoming me.
I smooth my hand over his back, unable to resist the soothing gesture again, despite the harshness of my words.
My gaze slides to Robyn.
Her eyes are half-hooded. She is watching Shay and me with such aching tenderness that my expression softens further.
I mouth I love you at her, before Eden holds her down by the neck and swoops in to kiss her breathless.
I slip my hand into my pocket, pulling out a small bottle of lube. Feeling mean, I pop the cap but don’t warm it between my fingers. I enjoy the shiver that runs down Shay’s spine, as the cold liquid drizzles down his crack.
I drop the bottle to the floor.
Then I work one finger into him, frustratingly slow and methodical.
Then two.
Shay struggles to remain still, as I curl my fingers, pitilessly rubbing over his prostate. He groans, curling his toes against the floor. He’s nearing his limit, especially with his face pushed against Robyn’s pussy but still not being allowed to pleasure her.
When I slip in a third finger, he stamps his foot.
“What’s wrong, toy?” I murmur. “Did you think that I’d be merciful when you’re being punished?”
Shay’s back is slick with sweat. “D-d-don’t be merciful.”
Good thing that I wasn’t intending to be.
I slap his ass again. “Bad pets who are bent over and vulnerable in pillories don’t give orders.
Now actually use that bratty mouth of yours for something useful.
Suck on our Robyn’s clit. If you don’t make her come before I do inside your tight ass, then it won’t be you that I cage, but your cock for the next month. ”
Shay stills.
I don’t know if it’s with fear or desire.
I’m about to check in on him, but then he dives on Robyn’s pussy, licking and sucking like a starving man.
I don’t want to take him away from his treat or Robyn’s, by the way that she’s cussing at each sweep of his tongue.
I give a dark chuckle.
Eden lifts his head and meets my eye.
I nod.
He tightens his hold on Robyn’s neck, keeping her in place.
She is forced to meet my eye over Shay’s head, while he in turn sucks on her clit.
Robyn watches, as I rest one hand on the pillory and the other on Shay’s hip.
“I have you, pet.” I rub circles on Shay’s hip. “I always will. You’re not going anywhere. All you need to do is feel as I take you apart.”
Then she watches, as I free my long, hard cock and slip on a condom from my pocket.
I hold myself still just for a moment at Shay’s slick entrance. Then I thrust into him, hard and unrelenting.
Shay’s exclamation is muffled against Robyn’s pussy. He doesn’t stop pleasuring her, despite the punishing pace that I set.
I grit my teeth at how tight and fucking perfect he feels.
His hands clench in the pillory.
He can’t escape me. I won’t let him.
He’s safe with me, and I’ll keep proving it.
Eden is silent, but his eyes are piercing in the deep blue of the playroom. He dominates it beside Robyn with a steady presence that holds us together.
Robyn is going to come.
I can read her like I am inside her body and not only Shay’s.
I meet her gaze, feeling fucking unhinged.
My thrusts become even more brutal.
I am still careful not to add to Shay’s bruises, steadying my weight on the pillory instead.
This is a reclaiming of this playroom.
Our relationship.
My confidence as a dom.
As Robyn screams, coming like the world is ending, I finally allow my hips to stutter and come as well.
Yet my pleasure isn’t like the world ending. To me, it’s as if the world is being reborn.
I am Jude fucking D’Angelo.
Finally, I am remembering who that is.
It is the world who had better fucking watch out.