Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
And Noa absolutely hated being restrained.
I, on the other hand, loved this position for him.
We had no audience present for this, just the dozens of people down the hill who were watching on the screens.
“You look so good, little darling.” Lucian patted Noa’s diapered butt. “There isn’t much you can do now, is there?”
Noa huffed. “Just get on with it!”
Lucian and I exchanged a grin. Then I set my cane to the side and tested my legs carefully. As long as I could support myself with a hand on Noa or the contraption, all was well. For a while. The braces I had on under my pants helped tremendously.
So did Cam. Spotting him in a corner, I summoned him to me and pulled him back against my chest.
“You’re gonna have so many beautiful bruises tomorrow, baby.” I kissed his neck and squeezed him to me. Our sweet little Cam—never in a million years had I anticipated falling for his submission the way I was doing. I’d always craved the reckless, the risks, and the wild. But he was showing me every day that maybe I needed something softer too, something more solid, something calmer.
He shivered and tilted his head back at me.
I met him in a gentle, slow kiss.
“I don’t want to get hard watching Noa get beaten,” he admitted under his breath.
I chuckled quietly. In my periphery, Lucian was picking out a heavy leather flogger.
“Is that something you’re worried about?” I murmured.
Cam nodded minutely. “Of course—seeing you and Master do Dom things to a boy I love…”
I smiled and touched his cheek. “It’s okay to enjoy that, sweetheart.”
He bit his lip. “But what if he thinks I’m a traitor?”
We both jumped a little when Lucian started—and Noa yelled a curse.
“That lasts for about five minutes,” I reasoned. “He can’t stay mad at you. And you know he doesn’t actually mean it. Heat-of-the-moment anger from a brat is nothing.”
A sly, barely there smile tugged at his lips. “I guess that’s true.”
There we go.
He turned forward again to watch the display, and I rested my chin on the top of his head while absently tracing my fingers along his sternum.
I loved watching Lucian with a flogger. He had the patience of a saint to get the sub precisely where he wanted him. Tie long since discarded—or pocketed—sleeves rolled up, hair a little messy, eyes brimming with focus. I stared at the muscles in his forearms shifting with each strike, and he was almost there. He didn’t want Noa screaming yet. So Lucian focused on sensual pain that calmed our boy down and manipulated his thoughts.
Noa hissed and cursed as the leather strands smattered across his back and licked his rib cage.
Lucian had found his rhythm, and in that exact moment, I could read his mind. He wished this weren’t an event. He wished he didn’t have to stop in order to abide by the rules. The pain wasn’t supposed to be sensual.
Noa let out a long groan.
Lucian struck him a little harder across his shoulder blades.
I cleared my throat, figuring it was time I joined in on the assault. “I should—”
“Shut up, I’m peeing!” Noa exclaimed.
I coughed on a burst of surprise, Lucian barked out a laugh and completely lost the rhythm, and Cam turned into my embrace to stifle his giggles.
Jesus Christ, that wild brat of mine was never gonna be predictable. I hugged Cam to me and muffled my chuckles with a kiss to his hair.
I grinned and shook my head. “Your brother’s being silly and making a mess of himself.”
“He wouldn’t be Noa otherwise, Sir,” Cam snickered.
True. Definitely true.
Noa: Ouch.
I scratched my butt.
I cuddled closer to Cameron. Cuz Daddy’s chest hair was totally scratching up my sore back. Then I sucked on my thumb again and tried to fall asleep. Everyone else was already in dreamland.
I kinda wanted a Pop-Tart.
Or maybe to suck some cock.
But then I’d end up getting come on my face, and I didn’t wanna shower again.
“Cameron,” I whispered.
“Go to sleep, baby,” Daddy murmured drowsily.
“I can’t.” I turned around and faced Daddy instead. “I’m snackish—and I’m full of questions. Like, do we have Pop-Tarts? When will the winners from the event be announced? Can we host an orgy where I can see you and Master Greer play again? Do you think River and Reese will ever let me make kissy faces with Shay? Who’s gonna be Santa at Kit’s party?”
Daddy let out a breath and a little noise of complaint, and then he kissed me on the forehead. “You’re right. You are full of questions.”
Like, that was it. No answers. No nothing. Just, “You are full of questions.”
Thanks, Daddy. Real helpful.
So what, was I supposed to practice patience or something?
Fat chance!
I huffed and flopped onto my back.
Ouch. Sore back.
To be honest, I was mostly in the mood to come up with mischief.