Thank fuck I had bypassed the microphone.
I was going to implode today, and it wouldn’t be because of the workshop in itself, but because of the possessive grip Santos had on me.
“Don’t tease me.”
“I’m not.”
I believed him when his voice went that fucking low.
FORTY-TWO
santos
“Where do you want to go?”
“Are there any private rooms?”
In the heat of the moment, watching Ever stand up and defend himself and be so fucking articulate, it became a genuine turn on for reasons I didn’t want to decipher. Promising to ravish him before I got him into the car had been the only thing that made sense.
Now, as people started to either leave the room or just mill around without paying us any mind, and after Sergio had been this close to breaking a rib or two with how hard he hugged Ever, logistics started to become…not an issue, but something to consider more closely.
“Yeah.” Ever scrunched his nose adorably. His pupils were dilated, and his face flushed as it always got when he was too turned on to bother with words. “Well, there are… We can mark them as private. Just tell me what you want.”
“I just wanna have my way with you, doll.”
Ever nodded. His breathing was slightly choppy, slightly ragged. I could probably come just at the sight of him like this.
Not with everyone as witness, though.
It didn’t matter when it was recording a video for someone Ever cared about. It mattered when it involved people neither of us knew—people like that person with the pointed questions and attitude, who didn’t have Ever’s best interests at heart.
“Doll?”
Oh.
The word had just come out.
No, I didn’t feel guilty about it. With the corset cinched tight to his waist, that tiny cage keeping him almost crotchless, and the soft makeup he had on that made his skin glisten? Doll fit. He was one, and he was mine.
He would be, as soon as he led the way to one of those rooms we could use.
“Yeah.” I pressed him close to me. A few sets of eyes were on us, on my hands on his ass, and the way he was on his tiptoes to get closer to me. I wondered if he’d consider heels as part of his feminization journey. “You’re that, aren’t you? A pretty doll I need to get my way with, stat.”
Ever whimpered. He wasn’t as shy with his sounds within these walls. The eyes continued on us. I shifted us so he was against the wall, so I was covering him. Hiding him from view. Everyone had already gotten enough of an eyeful.
“Follow me,” he breathed.
“Always.”
Corny as hell, but I didn’t have time to worry about it when Ever took the lead and got us out of the room we were in and toward one of the nondescript wooden rooms with a green cardboard hanging from the doorknob. Without asking, Ever flipped it so that the side showing was red instead, and opened the door.
“So. How do you want me?”
I blinked, the shift in lighting glaring for a couple of seconds until I adjusted to the better illuminated room with the twomattresses piled together on the floor, an X wooden frame in black, a sex swing in black and silver, and a bench with an attached pillory and more adjustable accessories. There were a couple of wardrobes and chests, with what I imagined would be lube and all sorts of toys. Ever had mentioned something about aftercare kits, too.
The room was relatively small, smaller than the one we’d been in, but I couldn’t care less so long as I had any surface—vertical or horizontal—to press him against.
He clearly wanted more of a plan, though, more than just sinking into him and telling him what a good girl he was for me. It didn’t freeze me on the spot. I didn’t know if I was dismissing all my worries too fast, but I didn’t care right this minute. Right this minute, I just wanted to give him everything he could ever ask for.
