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“In that case, I see no problems,” Archie said. “It’s up to you, Master. You have work early too.”
“Eh.” Greer didn’t seem troubled. “I don’t plan on getting shit-faced.”
“It’s settled!” I cheered. “Frick yeah! We’re going clubbing!”
Shay grinned the first genuine grin all day—that I’d seen—and it felt good. I imagined he would welcome distractions for a while to come.
He turned to Reese. “Remember two seconds ago when you said there wasn’t much you’d say no to?”
Greer and I laughed.
“I said that, didn’t I?” Reese’s eyes showed the amusement he was trying to hide, and he reached for his drink. “Sucks to be Kingsley. He was banking on us resisting.”
“Well, who the fuck goes clubbing in the middle of the week?” River muttered.
“We do,” I said. “Are Tate and Master Kingsley bringing Franklin too?”
Shay had the answer to that. “I doubt it. Apparently, Franklin’s freaking out because he got a text today at the munch from his ex-wife’s nephew, who’s coming to visit next week.”
I raised my brows. “I smell gossip.”
“Spare me,” Greer chuckled through a groan.
“Don’t spare me,” I said quickly.
“I don’t have much intel besides that,” Shay replied. “Except, the nephew did an internship at Franklin’s company back in the day, and there was ‘tension.’”
“Ooooh.” I liked tension!
“We’re playing fast and loose with the term intel here,” Reese drawled.
“Seriously,” Greer laughed.
I drank from my cocktail and crossed my eyes at him.
He smirked and pointed at something on the table. “Hand me the TV remote.”
I scrunched my nose. “You can’t watch TV now. We’re listening to music.” I obeyed anyway, but I just wanted that said.
“I wasn’t plannin’ on watchin’ TV.” He flipped the remote in his hand and gripped it as if… Oh no. “I was thinking we have something to celebrate. Sloan’s your new Daddy…I’m your Sadist… Archie’s your new mama and kink brother. Then of course, you called me a Canadian fuck in front of everyone today, and now you’re sittin’ here makin’ faces at me.”
Oh no.
“We have company!” I exclaimed.
“Oh Corey.” Shay gave me a look. “In what universe is this the point where River and Reese say, ‘Well, now this is inappropriate behavior.’”
I scowled while the others cracked up.
“Drop your drawers and get on all fours, pet,” Greer chuckled. “I just wanna see if I can use this as a paddle.”
That was so not “just” what he wanted to see.
“You heard him, boy,” Sloan murmured. “Up you go.”
Some support I got in the Daddy corner.
“We should host an event about things at home you can use as kink implements,” Reese noted. “Riv’s especially fond of books on Shay. It’s a solid beating or a predicament bondage session with a stack of books on his head.”
“He sure doesn’t use them for reading,” I muttered and set aside my glass.
Shay started laughing at my dig.
River merely smiled faintly at me.
Which was worse!
I sighed heavily and squirmed out of my pajama bottoms, and then I got on all fours with my head over Sloan’s crotch. So, I mean, I saw some upsides to this position.
The music changed to something entirely different, making me presume that someone was going from one playlist to another. This was heavier and faster.
“Look at this tight little ass.” Greer’s hand came down on my cheeks with a thwack that made me flinch and then wiggle my butt at him. It’d been weeks since I’d received enough pain to give me a proper emotional release. It’d been Greer at the boot camp event.
“I’m feelin’ inspired, baby,” I heard Reese say. To Shay, I was guessing. “You can bend over the chair for Daddy, and I’ll see what damage I can cause with my belt.”
His mention of Daddy made me lift my head and seek out a kiss from Sloan. He was adjusting himself in his jeans, and I hoped that meant this would escalate something fierce!
“Beautiful little boy,” he whispered.
I hummed and shivered as Greer groped at my bottom.
Sloan slipped a hand underneath me and between my legs.
“Smooth and perfect,” he murmured. The sight of him squeezing himself through his jeans caused a shiver to rip through me. “Greer will take you first, sweetheart. I want to watch…” He ghosted his knuckles along my cheek. “And see tears streaming down your face as you choke on my cock.”
I whimpered and bucked into his hand.
Greer struck me again, and I hissed at the sharp sting across my left butt cheek. That TV remote packed a bigger punch than I would’ve guessed.
“Good time to remind our masos not to scream.” Daddy finally undid his jeans. “We don’t wanna traumatize the one-year-old sleeping upstairs with nighttime terrors.”
Yikes. Yeah, probably not.
I threw a glance over my shoulder and exchanged a look with Shay. This was going to be difficult.
“Oh my God,” I mouthed when I felt the opposite of pain. Greer dropped an openmouthed kiss right over my hole, his rough hands squeezing my cheeks.
