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Neil hated that Jamie was feeling self-conscious about it. From the way Jamie acted, Neil would have never guessed that he worried. So he kept his response light, making note of the language Jamie used. “Jamie, you have your dick in my face and I’m trying not to tear that shimmery scrap of fabric off of you. Do you think I’m thinking about your stump right now?”

That was all it took to have Jamie’s flirty exuberance back. “Oh…” He gave a little shimmy. “This was distracting you?”

Neil could only watch and nod.

Jamie ran his hands down Neil’s arms and then pulled them gently upward. Neil let his arms go loose, already anticipating the feel of the cuffs around his wrists and wondering if it would be as good as he hoped.

Then all thoughts were struck from his brain because Jamie was kneeling over him, his silky white panties barely supporting the weight of his cock. This time, Neil really did groan aloud.

He wanted so desperately to taste, like Sebastian had instructed him to last night. At the same time, there was something delicious about not being able to make that decision.

The cuffs tightened around one of his wrists and then the other. Neil felt the same pressure at his ankles. It was both soothing and electrifying, knowing that he would be completely at their mercy. He tugged at the straps experimentally, a sweet thrill going through him when he reached the end of each chain.

“Now Daddy?” Jamie asked impatiently.

“Not yet, Dragonfly. You might get messy. Better get undressed first.”

Neil was absolutely going to die. Because of course Jamie couldn’t just shuck off his clothes. He turned it into a striptease, revealing one patch of glorious skin at a time, undulating and running his hands along all of the places that Neil wished he could touch.

Neil couldn’t say how many times he jerked unconsciously, trying to reach him, only to be brought up short by the cuffs. Each time sent a pulse of desire through him.

When the camisole was finally thrown to the side, Jamie rolled off and shimmied out of his panties. “Now what, Daddy?” he asked.

Neil hadn’t even noticed Sebastian hovering over the bed, arms crossed over his furry chest and looking every inch the Dom.

Sebastian's face was stern, but he had a glint in his eye. “Remind me what you wanted to do, boy?”

“Make Neil scream?”

“And…?”

“Fuck him? Oh Daddy, can I fuck him? Or ride him? When we’re all done?”

“Oh no, Dragonfly. Not when we’re done. Right now. I want to see you take his cock.”

Neil’s mind spun. It was like a dirty fantasy, but every bit of it was real. He didn’t much like topping, another thing that had annoyed his exes. But this would be… almost the opposite of that. Being bound and used, while his cock was surrounded by Jamie’s tight warmth. He wanted this more than he wanted air.

With a smirk, Jamie crawled over him, then lay on his chest so he could whisper in Neil’s ear. “Did you know I’m wearing a plug?” Jamie reached behind himself, and the way that he wriggled and pressed into Neil said he was touching it. “Daddy told me to put it in. So when I take it out I’ll be all ready to slide down your cock.” Jamie let out a long, low moan, which meant…

God, Neil wished he could see that sight. Jamie would be beautiful, playing with his own ass. He could feel the wave of pleasure at the fierce stretch as Jamie dragged the toy out, his muscles clenching and then relaxing.

Another pair of hands caressed upward along Neil’s leg, warm and purposeful. Sebastian didn’t stop when he reached Neil’s dick, taking hold of it and stroking it like he owned it.

Neil was helpless to do anything but squirm and moan at the rich sensation. It was already too much, that combination of Jamie’s playful seduction and Sebastian’s hands on him. What brought it together was Sebastian’s control.

“What’s your color, baby boy?”

Neil was glad he still had the presence of mind to remember, since Sebastian never stopped stroking.

“Green, Sir.” How could it be anything else?

“So you want me to use your dick to fuck my boy?”

Neil whimpered. God, yes. That was everything. “Please, Sir.”

Jamie kissed along Neil’s collarbone while Sebastian rolled a condom down his length, stroking and teasing him with those broad, strong hands.

Neil was sure he could come from this alone. It was everything he’d been looking for. The restraints, the beautiful powerlessness of it.