Chapter 8 #6
She inhaled through her nose and put her hands on her hips. “It was me he asked to lunch that day. Engineer to engineer. He confessed that he doesn’t wanna go back to finish his master’s, and he was nervous about telling you guys.”
KC and I sought each other out, exchanging a glance. We didn’t buy it. No fucking way.
Unfortunately, River and Reese were too emotionally invested, and they dove for the possibility of that being true. I couldn’t blame them. I would’ve done the same thing. They went over to Shay, all concerned, and I backed off toward Jordan’s corner, knowing the interrogation really was over now.
“Sweetheart, why would you be nervous about tellin’ us?” Reese ushered Shay out of the room, and their murmurs faded.
KC chuckled to himself and sent Penelope a side-eye before he grabbed his cane and walked out.
The party was over for now, but I was more confident than ever. I had two suspects.
Penelope and Shay.
I wordlessly extended a hand to Jordan, who took it while I locked eyes with Penelope.
As I passed her, she cocked a brow when I leaned down and kissed her cheek.
“I know it was you, Fredo.”
She scoffed and backed away. “You’re delusional, Ash.”
I smiled and walked out with my boy.
“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh,” Jordan whispered under his breath. “My heart is beating so fast.”
I gave his hand a squeeze, and we met up with Nate, James, KC, and Noa by the stairs.
“I don’t know about you guys, but I need a cigarette,” Noa said frankly.
I chuckled and ruffled his hair.
“That sure took an interesting turn,” Nate noted.
I nodded and glanced at KC.
“She’s in on it,” he said. “She has to be.”
“Without a shred of doubt,” I confirmed. “I’m on the fence about Nora, but Pen and Shay? Absolutely.”
He nodded once. “We’ll see if the Tenleys agree after the Daddy fog has cleared. Good job, my friend.”
“Back at’cha, buddy.” I shook his hand.
“Daddy?” Jordan tugged lightly on my hand. “Can we go to the dojo? I want to talk to you.”
“Sure.”
“Daddy, can I also wear my jammies?” Noa asked. “I look too British in a suit.”
I laughed. Noa was too damn funny sometimes.
“Let’s see what we can find in the cabin,” KC chuckled.
Actually, I should go get our overnight bag first. Maybe get us something more to drink too. And raid the snack buffet.
Nathan Riley
It was a relief to return to the dojo. My kinky home away from home, where the club atmosphere never reached, where the chaos never invaded.
“You can lose the tie and the underwear, James,” I said, unbuttoning my vest. “Shoes too.”
“Yes, Sir.”
At nine thirty, it was perfectly acceptable for the masquerade ball portion of the evening to be over.
Let’s face it, members were here tonight because of the special rules.
Everyone was allowed to watch. All doors would stay open, and most people were spending the night in one nook or another.
Guest rooms, playrooms, the club, all of it.
“Let me help you, Sir.” Jordan scurried over to me and helped me take off my suit jacket and my vest.
I smiled and touched his cheek. “You’re very sweet.”
A faint blush bled across his cheeks. “I want to serve you, Sir. Feel owned and stuff. I didn’t think my submission ran that deep, but…”
I inhaled deeply, unable to describe the pleasure I felt at those words.
“I would very much like for Rigger to be a title like Master and Owner,” he admitted.
I cupped his cheek, wanting eye contact. “I love the sound of that. Does that mean you wish to explore more bondage too?”
“So much.” He continued with my shirt. “It felt good to feel so…restricted, if that’s the word. Like, I wanna feel the rope squeezing me like a hug.”
Christ. Straight into a rope lover’s heart.
“But also, like…” He struggled to find the words.
“I’m curious about suffering—not the way I’d do when a Sadist beats me or hunts me down…
More like showing him that I’m suffering for him.
Does that make sense? Especially with bondage, where it can take a long time to finish an advanced tie—but I want to show my Rigger that he can count on me.
That I’m the property he can do his art with. ”
I bent down and kissed him, and I hitched my hands under his armpits to pick him up.
He eeep’d into the kiss and wrapped his legs around me.
Too fucking precious. Damn if he wasn’t making my kinky dreams come true.
And then James—to get the chance to explore humiliation and degradation with someone? A kink I’d barely dared to dream about.
“You will be my little bondage dream, baby boy.”
He shivered violently and locked his arms around my neck.
He was such an intoxicating kisser, so eager and passionate. He threw himself into things, and he was all heart.
I carried him over to our bed and sat down on the edge, and he resumed unbuttoning my shirt, while never breaking the kiss.
“Remember to breathe, sweetheart.”
He started panting, and the need was written all over him. “But I’m so wanty. I want you and I want Daddy and I hate clothes.”
I exhaled a laugh. We could do something about the latter. So I took over. I nudged him onto the mattress and stood up.
“Get those jammies off,” I ordered.
“Yes, Sir!” He bit his lip and squirmed around to push off the onesie. “Will you be okay if I regress during play?”
“Of course. I like Littles too.” I threw my shirt and undershirt where the rest of my clothes had landed, and my pants soon followed. “The only time we might want to prevent regression is when I tie you up.”
“Heck yes, that’s understandable.” He tossed his pajamas onto the floor with a little grunt, not paying any attention whatsoever to James. Who just stood there with his hands covering his privates.
It wasn’t natural for me to simply exclude someone, so I had some practicing to do.
Although, there was something I could tell him.
“You’ll be granted one orgasm tonight,” I said. “Make it count.”
James nodded jerkily. “Thank you, Sir. That’s very generous of you.”
“He won’t talk as much later, I think,” Jordan said. “He’ll probably just stand there and jerk off.”
“He can lie on the bed too, but he’s not allowed to do anything until we say otherwise.
” I got on the bed again, boxer briefs still on, and I dragged a giggling sweetheart to the center of the big bed.
All naked and perfectly beautiful. “He’s definitely not allowed to touch you. You’re all mine and Daddy’s.”
“Yay,” he whispered. “I’m sick of him anyway.”
I rumbled a chuckle and crawled over him. “Because all he can think about is getting fucked and sucking cock.”
I ended up half on top of him, and we met in a deep, tongue-teasing kiss.
He tried to use his toes to push down my underwear, but I laughed and batted away his hand.
“Consider that the last of my self-control.”
He snickered. “Okay, I’ll be good. I’ll be good to Daddy also. I need to make him forgive me.”
“Oh, he’ll forgive you in a heartbeat, little one. You just have to show him you’re serious.”
He nodded and brushed his fingers over my five-o’clock shadow. “I feel bad for testing him. I didn’t know I was doing it until I went too far.”
I hummed and kissed his nose. “How did you feel about the interrogation?”
He widened his eyes. “Daddy was so scary when he got growly. I would’ve confessed to anything!”
I grinned. “Now you know. He’ll shorten that leash very quickly.”
“Yeah. I’m gonna be careful.” He stretched out and peered down between us. “Can I put my hand down there, please?”
Fuck.
I pushed myself up on my elbow. “Sure.”
He licked his lips and scooted lower, just a few inches, so he could reach into my boxer briefs.
“You and Daddy are smoking hot. You know that?”
I combed my fingers through his hair and wondered where that Daddy was. He was taking forever.
“So are you and that husband of yours.”
I drew a breath as I felt his fingers ghost along my cock.
“May I kiss it also? Please?”
I felt my mouth twitch. Something told me he’d push for more until he got everything he wanted, and right in this moment, I didn’t want to deny myself. So I slipped off my underwear, returned to my position, pulled up one knee, and planted my foot on the mattress.
“Is that all you want?” I asked.
“Gosh. No.” He shook his head quickly. “I want it in my mouth, please.”
I gave myself a few unhurried strokes and cast a glance at his fuckable little bottom.
Hurry up, Daddy, or I’m starting without you.
“Give it a kiss first,” I murmured. “Maybe use your little tongue too.”
He scooted farther down and made sure I could see his face when he leaned in. I gripped my cock at the base, and he brushed a featherlight kiss to the head. Then he poked out the tip of his tongue and licked me.
I breathed deeply, getting more turned on, both by him and the rush of possessiveness. Ash and I were going to own this little boy. Which made me think of how we could find as much time as possible to see one another without it affecting our everyday lives.
Jordan and I had discussed it briefly at our lunch.
We both had marriages that we wanted to put first. They traveled a lot.
We had our children. But apparently Jordan and James were ready to turn a guest room into our filthy hideaway.
Where we could meet up for “date nights” and the occasional “Oh, we’re just gonna go play badminton for an hour or so. ”
As I watched Jordan flick his tongue against the head of my cock over and over, eventually slowing down to linger longer, I threaded my fingers into his hair and gave him a wordless command. With the slightest push, he took the hint and sucked me into his mouth.
I exhaled.
We had some logistics to work out, primarily around Jordan regressing and the need for aftercare, but considering we’d be right next door, I struggled to see any problems. We’d make it work. We’d build something that suited us perfectly.
“That’s a good boy,” I whispered.
He was an eager little cocksucker, like his husband.
“I see I made it back right on time.” Finally, Ash was here.
Jordan didn’t stop sucking me, but he waved happily, causing me to chuckle.
Ash didn’t come empty-handed. Aside from our bag, he’d brought water, sodas, and snacks.
“I think I’m gonna pop open the balcony doors,” he said. “I reckon we have an hour or so before the others come up, and I can guess what this room is gonna smell like later tonight.”
Jordan giggled around my cock.
“Are they having fun downstairs?” I let my head fall back, and I sighed contentedly.
“Lucian and Greer and the other Masters are enjoying the high-protocol and dancing with their slaves on cloud nine, so I’d say they’re havin’ fun.”
Good for them.
I scrubbed my hands over my face and felt myself relax for the first time today. All the preparations, all the buildup—now we could let go and enjoy ourselves.
“Come to bed, baby…” I glanced back at him and reached out my arm. “Ignore the perv staring at us.”
Said perv was failing to hide that he was rock hard behind his hand.
Ash didn’t even look his way. He stripped down to his boxer briefs and approached the bed.
I fisted Jordan’s hair and eased him off me. “There’s a sweet boy here who’s beyond ready to beg for Daddy’s forgiveness. Isn’t there, boy?”
Jordan nodded quickly, cheeks flushed. “Yes, Sir. May I do that now?”
“Go for it.”