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“Lemme do it, buddy.” Kingsley got down on one knee next to me, and I winced as I pushed out my leg again. Thankfully, he knew what he was doing. It wasn’t as if Lucian hadn’t done this a million times in front of the others in the past, and it was all about applying a lot of pressure to the fleshy parts.
I pushed myself up on my elbows and let out a long breath the moment Kingsley got started.
Fuck, that was the spot.
“I volunteer Shay for that too,” I heard Reese say.
Shay didn’t agree. “What! Daddy, no! Haven’t I suffered enough today?”
Given Walker’s gleeful expression, I assumed there was another paddle involved.
“Oh, you’ve never suffered enough for us, sweetheart. Come on.” Reese—and River—dragged their boy over to Lucian and Noa. And Walker.
It was funny how Cam shrank in on himself as if to blend in with the background. He was literally trying to hide behind his squishy toy.
“Wonderful,” Walker said. “I suggest the boys pull down their pants and get on their knees.”
I wanted to watch, but Kingsley rubbing my thigh was making me wanna close my eyes. Jesus, he was almost as good as Lucian.
“Thirty minutes on the clock,” Lucian requested. “Cam, darling, scoot closer to the center. Noa, you can give your brother a nice blow job while I paddle you. I’m just gonna place my phone somewhere it can catch everything.”
Well, Cam was relieved.
“I like that plan,” Reese said. “I’m stealin’ it. River, have a seat.”
“Don’t mind if I do.” So River sat down next to Cam, and both undid their pants. Or pulled down his jammies, in Cam’s case.
I sighed and let my head fall back against the mattress. “Your hands are magical, man.”
Kingsley chuckled and planted a knee between my legs. “I’m just glad I get a break from touching Tate.”
Oh, all right. So we were jumping right into his degradation slash cuckold scene with Tate, who was oblivious.
Scratch that. Judging by the verbal face-slap the boy had just received, he was no longer oblivious. He looked stunned, not to mention ready to go WTF on his Master’s ass—until it dawned on him what was going on. I couldn’t take the wounded puppy-dog look that appeared on Tate’s beautiful face, so I refocused on Kingsley.
“Safe to say, I’m not a degradation player,” I muttered under my breath.
Technically not a lie, though I could absolutely use degradation as a spice in mindfuck sessions. But straight-up emotional sadism scenes weren’t my brand of pain.
Kingsley leaned over me, gorgeous green eyes lit with sadistic pleasure. “Think of it as resetting a fracture that’s healed incorrectly,” he murmured, brushing his lips to mine. Fuck, he had me trapped with that gaze, something I wasn’t used to. “It hurts to rebreak the bone, but then it can finally heal the way it’s supposed to.”
Uh-huh. Yeah, sure.
“Don’t fuck with my head, Madden,” I whispered.
He grinned quickly.
Bastard. I didn’t know how many scenes we’d done together over the years, but they’d all been fairly nonsexual.
“Master?” Tate forced out, his voice strained.
Kingsley didn’t look away from me for a second. “Hear how fuckin’ whiny he is?”
I nodded, playing along, and kissed him. I cupped his face in my hands and went all in to the sounds of Noa and Shay choking out screams. Two spiked paddles hitting skin did something to the atmosphere that wrapped up all small talk in a flash. Sadists were suddenly on their feet, and brats held their breaths.
Someone dimmed the lights and put on music with a slow, seductive beat.
The air filled with whatever it was that turned Noa and me into animals. Heat. Lust. Hunger. I pushed back, kissed Kingsley harder, and rolled him onto his back. I crawled over him, and his fingers disappeared into my hair. Our tongues met with force, and it felt as if we’d done this countless times before. Dozens of scenes where we’d fucked with subs’ pretty little heads together had forged a bond between us that made this so goddamn easy.
