Page 88 of Love Language

But with Marco, he had to embrace it. He had to act. He had to keep making choices to do what his Keeper wanted him to, brushing right up against his limits in a whole different way. It was so much more difficult, and somehow so much more intense because of it.

He breathed in Marco’s scent again, centering himself. This was what he wanted. For Marco. And maybe secretly for himself. God, did his Keeper know him well.

He leaned back a bit, knees still planted on the edge of the seat, hands on Marco’s shoulders. He nodded.

“So good for me,” Marco crooned. He spread most of the lube on the plug and then indicated that he wanted to put some on Greg’s fingers. So, he was really doing this.

The chorus of appreciation was louder now. Probably because Marco was looking out at the audience and encouraging them, the bastard.

He reached behind and got himself ready, the familiar pinch and twist amplified because he was on display. He buried his face in Marco’s neck again, reaching blindly for the plug.

Somehow, it was better when he couldn’t see anyone.

Marco pressed it into his hand, the lube spreading everywhere. This was going to be messy.

He reached back with one hand then, knowing Marco would want it, moved the other one back to spread himself open.

His face was so hot he thought he might have a fever.

“Not too fast. Give them a show.”

Of course. Of course. Devious fucking Dom. He slid the plug in a little way, shivering as it touched his sensitive rim. Someone yelled for him to shove it all in, but he played with himself like his Keeper demanded.

He was teasing himself, but teasing his audience, too. It was a heady feeling, knowing that everyone was getting off watching him. Watching his gorgeous, young Dom control him.

With a few more tugs, it was all the way in. He felt his shoulders droop with relief.

Marco chuckled in his ear. “So proud of you.”

Greg could feel himself smiling into his shoulder. He loved making his Keeper proud.

Then Marco leaned to the side again to dig something from his bag. It was a hand towel. Definitely clean, because Greg had laundered it himself, but a bit stained. So very Marco. Greg used it to wipe his hands. It was stupid, but it made him feel a bit more comfortable.

Sit down, Marco instructed, maneuvering both of them until Marco was sitting evenly on the chair and Greg was straddling him again. The plug jostled inside him, adding to that squirmy feeling of vulnerability and desire. How are you feeling?

Embarrassed. Nervous. Marco raised an eyebrow, waiting for the rest of it. Really turned on.

Marco smirked. Ready for more?

There was more?

Yes? he signed tentatively. Keeper, he added, feeling the submission settle into him.

Greg gave him another sensuous kiss. I love seeing you like this. Flushed and decomposed and doing it all for me.

Me too, he admitted.

I know. That’s why I do it. Marco was pleased, and that was all that Greg needed to be happy, too.

Let’s show them what else you have. Stand up, and then sit on the chair.

Greg complied immediately, turning and sitting once Marco stood up. What he hadn’t planned on was all the faces. They’d been voices before, kind of abstract, a soundtrack and some props to Marco’s game.

Now they were real people. Men and women, Doms and subs. Some were touching their partners. Some were touching themselves. They were all watching him with hungry eyes.

Marco caught his attention with a swipe of his hand. Legs apart.

And oh, that was worse. Or better. Maybe both. Because now everyone was watching him present himself at his Keeper’s command, and he could see them too. And the plug was teasing him, making him aware of it with every tiny shift.