41. Ignacio
Swallowing, I glance from Jayden’s pissed off face to Doc stripping off his gloves.
Both Joel and I have stitches, but so far, Jayden hasn’t said a damn word.
And hell, Doc’s only made one statement, and that’s to confirm that neither of us were getting the good drugs.
Which, fuck. Why couldn’t Sarah be on duty?
Still, I bite back the hiss of pain as Jayden narrows his eyes at both Joel and I, pretty much warning us that our lives are forfeit if we move. Fuck, that shouldn’t be hot, but well…yeah, it is. And if Joel would get the fuck out, I would be happy to show Jayden just how much he’s turning me on.
Doc grunts as he looks at Jayden. “They’re your problem now. I don’t expect either to need PT, but you can follow up in case you feel otherwise.”
“Thank you,” Jayden bites back, finally uncrossing his arms, although his hands remain clenched in irritation.
Doc tosses us patients a grin that has me frankly more worried about whether we’re going to be nothing more than a smear of blood on the floor.
Fucker whistles as he leaves, and I’ll admit, part of me wants to follow.
It’s a thin line between hot as fuck and terrifying…
and Jayden is tap dancing all over that shit.
Jayden exhales, pinching the bridge of his nose as he paces in front of us. When he finally stops, it’s to pin his brother with the most lethal glare yet. Even I lean away from Joel at the risk of that ire splashing over onto me.
“You let my Princess get hurt.” His voice is flat, but no less terrifying than if he was yelling. Actually, I’d rather he shouted.
Huffing, Joel rolls his eyes. “It’s not my fault. He’s the one who got in the way of a bullet. Not me.”
Unable to keep my mouth shut, I intercede, snapping, “Asshole, that’s because you have no situational awareness and decided to stand in an active shooter environment like a fucking target! I wasn’t going to let my Sir’s brother be killed!”
The sharp inhale has both of us cringing. We, uh, may have initially tried to make it sound less dangerous. That seems to have been a mistake.
“Have you lost your damn mind?” Jayden’s hot gaze pins Joel where he’s at, and I’d crow in success if I didn’t know my ass is on the line next. “And why do you have a matching mark?”
“Because your Princess got snippy,” Joel tosses back with a wicked grin. It actually has a gleam of respect to it, but that’s more fucked up than I thought was possible.
I brace myself for the hurricane of Super Dom to turn on me. Yet it does not come. Instead, Jayden gets in Joel’s face, and I’m left breathless. Turned on. And, at the same time, a cocoon of warmth envelops me so much that I’m left reeling…
“First, you don’t get to call him Princess.
That’s my nickname. Second, if you want to play big brother, stay in your lane.
Ignacio has done nothing to deserve your idiotic preconceived notions.
” He jabs Joel hard. Thankfully, on the uninjured shoulder, because not even I would wish otherwise.
Then he continues, “He’s honest and loyal.
Let the past go. I have. And Ignacio is part of the reason for that.
“He doesn’t just roll over for me. His submission is a gift, and a responsibility. I trusted you to take care of him when I couldn’t. And you failed. So no, you don’t get to stand there and cast judgment on a man I care about—one with integrity and depth.”
Joel’s eyes widen in shock, and he turns to stare at me.
This time, I’m positive it’s respect in his eyes.
He gives me a nod, and even though there’s no words, I understand.
I want to preen from the fucking acknowledgment, the balm of my soul from two men who somehow heal the doubts inside of me.
Yet, I keep it locked down. Especially as I await Jayden’s wrath.
Instead, I whisper, “Thank you.”
Joel grunts in response, and Jayden lets out a snort, causing both brothers to grin at each other. My heart rejoices at seeing Jayden relax, even if I’m still pissed at Joel. Because seeing Jayden happy makes my happy, and fuck if that isn’t weird.
Earning his approval makes sense to me. It’s the same as it was for Il Padrone. But this happiness? This needing him to be settled? That…that is the same thing I associate with Roman, and it means I’m completely, utterly fucked.
That’s the L-word level, and while panic starts to kick in, it rapidly dissipates because I recognize how lucky I am to have two men in my life who bring that out in me… And each one gives me something completely different, but something I desperately need from each of them.
“You can go.” Jayden waves his hand at his brother, but his piercing eyes don’t leave me. Joel takes the escape without hesitation. Fuck, I don’t blame him.
“Sir,” I acknowledge, tilting my head, even though I wish I could go to my knees. But if anything, I think that would piss him off more, because my body already aches.
Sighing, Jayden shakes his head. “I’m not that easily won over.”
Panic floods me. I didn’t mean for it to come across that way. Horrified, I try to explain, “I’m not trying to get out of a punishment, Sir! I promise. I…I just wanted to acknowledge you.”
He reaches out and gently caresses my face, and I lean into it. I’m sure the softness will disappear soon, so I take advantage of every drop he gives me. The duality of what he offers has me addicted.
Sure enough, he steps back, another deep exhale leaving him.
However, the disappointment is banked in his eyes, and that’s what I needed to see.
My stomach no longer ties itself in knots, because whatever is coming, I know it isn’t tied to anger or letting him down.
It’ll be for my own good, and that I can take. I can take anything for him…
“You’re lucky I came prepared.” He pulls two objects from his pocket, and my breath hitches. I recognize both.
“Yes, Sir,” I say breathlessly, knowing I’ve earned whatever diabolical scheme he’s come up with—craving it.
“Pull your pants and underwear down and lean against the hospital bed.”
I shudder at the Super Dom voice he infuses into every word, and quickly, if a little clumsily, I obey. His fingers are rough on my already-abused ass, massaging it, letting me feel the flare of pain. I moan, unable to help myself.
Smack. “Quiet, Princess. This isn’t a reward, and I’m not going to spank you more than that. That was for my pleasure. Not yours.”
I nod, helpless against his power. I whimper as I bite back the moan wanting to escape. There’s a blunt pressure on my hole, and I grit my teeth against the desire to push back. It’s nothing but a tease. At least, until the slippery glide of lube is added.
I may not be ready for sex with Jayden, but punishment? Absolutely. I relax into it, grateful for it.
My breathing becomes ragged, even though Jayden is careful not to touch my prostate. It’s fucking maddening. Even when he inserts a second finger, all he does is focus on stretching me. I want to shove my ass back, but I know better. My job is to take what he gives me—and only what he gives me.
He removes both fingers, and then there’s a larger pressure, one that isn’t as comfortable. I groan against the invasion, loving the burn, even though I’d rather it be his fingers—or his cock. But from the feel, it’s a butt plug.
By the time it’s shoved in there, I can’t help panting.
It sits in a perfectly maddening position.
It's teasing my prostate, and I just know I’m going to have a perpetual hard-on any time I move from the fucker brushing against such a pleasurable area.
My channel clenches down on it, wanting to feel every bit.
Jayden chuckles evilly, but I’m so lost in my need that I don’t pay attention. That's my fault. Because I forgot the sadist isn’t going to do anything too nice—especially when I’m being punished.
“Turn around.” His voice is rough, desperate, but still in control. I’m powerless against the seduction, and immediately comply. His warm hand wraps around my length, stroking me as he grips my chin. “You want to come?”
“Yes, Sir. Oh, God, please. Yes, Sir.”
“Mmm…such a desperate Princess. Yet, you don’t deserve that, do you?”
I cringe, hating that he’s right, but unable to lie. Mournfully, I reply, “No, Sir. I don’t.”
“Good, Princess, being honest for your Dom. Thankfully, I have something here that will help you behave.”
I gulp, not knowing what sorcery he has, but certain I’m fucked either way. And yet, I’ll be grateful for it. It’s the masterful mental manipulation I crave as much as, if not more, than the physical.
Before I can ask any questions, he crushes my balls in his hand, pulling them down. I yelp, and my previously hard cock softens immediately.
“Ah, just what we need. I didn’t want you to be too uncomfortable.
” He slips on a cock ring before patting my poor dick that desperately wants his attention.
“I do think a cock cage would be better, but I have to work with what I had on hand, and really, the cages need to be perfectly fitted for my Playthings. And a Princess like you deserves a pretty one.”
I shudder, blushing, unsure why this is turning me on, but fuck if it isn’t. Sadly, my poor cock can’t do shit about it.
“Yes, Sir.” It comes out as nothing but a thin, reedy sound, but it’s enough for his eyes to flare with pleasure—and for his predator to peek out.
“Now, what we’re going to do is let your ass get ready for my dick.
When I’m ready to fuck you, I will. But you’re not going to get to come.
That’s your punishment. If Roman comes around, I expect you to pleasure him.
Suck him off, eat him out, whatever. Beg for his cum.
You, however? You get nothing. You’re here to pleasure Roman and me. For as long as I say.”
I shudder, panting as I practically fall into his arms. I can’t help it. Everything about what he says is so damn twisted…and hot.
“Yes, Sir. I’ll do everything you both want. Anything.”
His dark chuckle warns me against such promises, but fuck if I care. Especially when he bites my earlobe before swiping his tongue over it to soothe his mark. And then he turns to whisper in my ear, only for me.
“You’ll be my good Princess. My best one.
And when I’m ready for you? You’ll never forget that I own you.
That you belong at my feet, over the bed, and on my dick.
You’ll never forget that I’m the one who gives you pleasure, and that while you may serve Roman, and love him, I control your every move.
Let this be a reminder. When I give you instructions, you fucking follow them. ”
“Yes, Sir! I promise.” And that vow, it caresses both of us, pulling us together even more.
I may not be ready to say the L-word, as it's a complicated feeling I’m still getting used to with Jayden. But devotion? He has it. Perhaps Roman can help me figure this out, because it was so easy falling for him. Jayden has been a mess of unexpected complications, and yet…I’m proud he chose me.