50. Jayden
And then there was one. I don’t speak, and the Princess doesn’t offer up any excuses. Rather, he keeps his eyes downward, though he holds himself straight, knowing better than to curl into himself and try to hide from me.
Without a word, I click my fingers and spin on my heel, walking out of the sitting room.
I have no expectations of him following me.
He’s not trained that way—yet—but follow he does, because he’s a good Princess.
Too bad for him that he also lives up to his name of Chaos, though.
He’s going to regret that life choice, while I get to reap the benefits.
It’s probably good that he’s a step behind me as we stride through the house, so he can’t see the evil grin stretching across my face.
Rather than lead him to his room, I take him to my bedroom.
So far, all our interactions have happened in either his hospital room or his bedroom, but for this, I need my own space.
It was never my intention to keep him from my room, especially since I have the fun toys there, but it just fell into place that way.
Possibly because even though I’ve lived here for months now, it doesn’t have the same hold on me as my apartment.
Between the uncertainty with the Senator, and just about everyone on the Council needing physical therapy in some way, I haven’t been home since first arriving here at the mansion.
Not that I mind. I miss the space my apartment provided, as the bedroom alone is double the size of this one, but being so close to not only my Princess but my Pet?
Priceless gifts I don’t bother trying to ignore.
I shut the door behind Ignacio, letting him take in the room that is roughly the same size as his own. Rather than being lined with bookshelves—that still need to be filled completely—mine is more utilitarian. Save for the cage opposite the bed.
I watch carefully as he lingers on it for a moment, his facial expressions giving nothing away, but the slight darkening of his cheeks intrigues me.
“Strip,” I order, keeping my voice soft.
He doesn’t hesitate to do as commanded, painstakingly folding each article of clothing and placing them on the bench at the foot of the bed.
Watching him nude is already a treat, as his body is back to its original shape after all his hard work.
His stamina isn’t what it once was, but we’re working on that.
He might be cleared from PT, but I will never stop working with him, because I only collect the best. And Ignacio?
He has the potential to become my greatest treasure, which only serves to make this moment more severe.
“Over the cage,” I tell him. “I want your ass out for me.”
He complies immediately. Normally, I’d do this over the bed, but he proved he doesn't deserve that. So I leave him there, watching as he breathes carefully, his body shuddering against the cold metal before relaxing fully.
Pulling out my phone, I send a single text before putting it back into my pocket and heading to the closet.
The dresser there isn’t full of clothes, but rather toys and instruments of pain and pleasure.
Many of them are brand new because I am always careful not to reuse toys on my Playthings—unless they’re into that.
But I haven’t used Ignacio and Donovan at the same time… yet.
I grab a new plug, this one larger than the one I gifted Ignacio yesterday, and a bottle of lube. I also grab a glove, because my Princess isn’t getting regular lube with this change out…not today.
Heading back into the bedroom, I don’t say a word as I cross the space, setting my collection of items on top of the cage, directly in his line of sight.
“You’re a vision, Princess,” I tell him as I tug on the plug already stretching his ass.
He moans, and I smack him on the ass, saying firmly, “Quiet. This isn’t for you, but me.
You don’t deserve nice things today. Not after forcing me to punish you on top of the punishment you’re already undertaking. ”
“Sorry, Sir,” he mutters.
“You will be.”
Slowly, I pull the plug out of his ass, enjoying the way it gapes open for me.
Taking two fingers, I barely get them wet with spit before shoving them in his ass.
I give him a quick but perfunctory check to make sure he’s not in any pain, or having any issues with his channel, before I move onto the next step.
“I’m very disappointed in you,” I tell him. “Not only am I having to punish you just one day after your last punishment, but it is for something so distasteful as disrespect and selfishness.”
He tenses, and I place my hand on his lower back until he relaxes once more. If my words hurt him… Good. He should feel every ounce of shame over his actions.
“Yes, I said selfish. Because it is.” I put the glove on and open the special lube I’ve brought out just for him.
It’s not my favorite. I’ll always favor using fresh ginger, but the chili and ginger lube works in a pinch such as this.
My Princess will learn that I have lots of tricks up my sleeve, but it’s up to him if he ever earns them.
I coat my fingers and stick them in his stretched-out ass, working the lube deep inside him, because I can.
“Your wants and desires come after mine, and I want you to be a good person. One who respects those around him, and doesn’t try to force them to be who you want them to be.
What you and your Brothers did to Sandro…
you should all be ashamed of yourselves.
I’m an outsider, but I’ve watched, I’ve listened, I’ve learned.
I know what he did to hurt you all in the end, but before that?
Did he ever make you feel less than what you are? You can answer a direct question.”
“No, Sir,” he replies, whimpering as I’m sure the lubrication is burning his channel already. “He molded us, used us, made us better.”
I nod, even though he can’t see me. “Thought so.” Pulling my fingers out, I grab the plug and liberally douse it in the lubricant.
Ignacio shudders when I put the narrow tip to his entrance. It’s the only small part of this plug. The middle is wider than my cock, and only tapers out at the base. It’s going to stretch him wide. The tip slides in deep and settles next to his prostate.
Donovan has a similar one and hates it. From the way sweat beads on Ignacio’s bare skin, as I carefully but ruthlessly shove it into him, it's clear this won’t be a favorite of his either—though, that could be the lubricant working.
The door to the bedroom opens as I’m removing my glove. I look over at my Pet and grin. “Right on time,” I sign.
My Pet quickly takes in the situation, his storm gray eyes growing wide when he sees Ignacio bent over his cage, offering himself up to me.
“I want you to get yourself ready for my cock, Pet. However much you stretch yourself is up to you. Just know that I’m going to fuck you mercilessly.”
Donovan nods. “Yes, Master,” he signs.
I turn back to Ignacio, trusting my Pet to follow my instructions. Leaning over, I whisper in Ignacio’s ear, “I’m going to give you a little show, Princess. One you are not going to enjoy, as this isn’t for your pleasure…sadly.”
An aborted whine comes from him, and I stroke his spine in praise at him remembering the rules and keeping his sounds to himself.
Standing back up, I help Ignacio up off the cage, steadying him as he stretches out his muscles.
“On your knees, Princess.” He folds so gracefully that it takes my breath away for a moment. I look over at Donovan, who is fucking himself slowly with two fingers, spread so beautifully on my bed. “Time’s up, Pet.”
Donovan whines, but complies, because he’s a good Boy. When he sits up, he flicks his gaze to Ignacio for a moment before meeting my eyes.
I smile and look down at the Princess, fisting his hair. “You two know each other, don’t you?” It’s rhetorical. Donovan is Doc’s protégé, learning all he can from both doctors as he works towards becoming a surgeon.
“Yes, Master,” Donovan says aloud. “I helped with his recovery.”
“You did such a good job, Pet. My Princess is so beautiful and healed.” I lavish praise that makes Donovan squirm. “You’re going to help me today, Pet. Show my Princess what he’s missing out on, because he chose to be naughty.”
Ignacio sucks in a hissed breath, but doesn’t say anything, as he can’t argue with my words.
Donovan nods again. “Yes, Master. I’m happy to help.”
“Good Pet. Over the cage, please.” Turning to Ignacio, I tug on his hair until he looks up at me with shiny eyes—I’m sure his ass is burning by now. “I want you inside the cage, Princess. You don’t mind, do you, Pet?” I ask unnecessarily.
“Of course not, Master. It’s yours, I just get to use it.”
He answers how I knew he would, but I praise him anyway. “Such a perfect Pet.”
Ignacio is taller than Donovan, so although the cage is large enough for my Pet to get a good night’s rest when I want him to, it’s just big enough to allow Ignacio to stretch out in it, with minimal extra room.
It is tall enough for him to sit upright, though.
The caveat of that being that Donovan has to stand on his toes as he bends over it.
I shut the door but don’t latch it, taking a moment to stand back and watch as both of my Playthings are at my mercy—exactly as they should be.
“Ignacio, why don’t you tell Donovan why you’re being punished? Again?”
I step closer to Donovan and grab a handful of his ass, loving the way he moans and arches into my touch.
“I…I was disrespectful and selfish,” Ignacio says mournfully.
I hum in agreement. “In detail, Princess.”
Dropping to my knees, I spread Donovan's ass cheeks apart, exposing his hole. He whimpers, but otherwise doesn't beg for anything, letting me look my fill. Pressing my thumb to his softened entrance, I shallowly insert it, resisting the temptation to finger him deeper.