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I don’t wait for the nod. I know he’ll listen.
Instead, I turn back to Lucy, consumed by thoughts of what I’m about to do next.
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Iwatch Bastian take one quick step after another, every stride bringing him closer to me—I should fear him. I should see his face smooth like marble, like a war mask slipped onto his features, and want to shrink, to hide, to run. But his eyes tell a different story—I have never seen him look soalive.
And whatever he has planned for me now, I’m ready. I can already taste it on my tongue, and it tastes like sweet victorious debauchery. I crave it. No. Ineedit.
His fingers are busy unbuckling his belt when he finally addresses me. “Bad,badlittle student,” he drawls, pulling his belt out in one seamless motion, the leather slapping against every single loop on its way out. The sound makes me flinch, but the anticipation brewing like a storm inside of me keeps my gaze steady as he finally comes up toe to toe with me. I lean my weight into the pool table behind me, waiting for Bastian to speak again. Needing his voice to stoke the lustful urge I can feel between my thighs.
“Turn around and face him,” he orders. His voice sends shockwaves through my veins. I suddenly wonder if I have ever felt this alive. It takes a few seconds for my body to catch up, but I eventually turn, my hips now digging into the edge of the table. My eyes catch on Barker’s, sitting on the couch facing us. He still looks dazed, his body slumped back, knees wide, arms loose and resting on his thighs, his head lulling slightly backward, his split lip noticeable even from this distance. His eyes are the only thing steady about him, fixed, and trained on Bastian behind me.
Instead of feeling dread at the thought of someone witnessing us like this, it’s a thrill, so acute, that it sparks like an electrical charge through my limbs. My arms are then tugged forcefully behind my back, making my chest stick out. The feel of leather against my wrists sends my heart slamming in my chest.
“If you want to know something, you come to me,” he growls behind me, looping the belt around my wrists once, then twice. “If you want to learn something, I’m the one who teaches you,” he continues, his voice deadly yet intoxicating while he loops the belt one last time around my wrists before tightening it. He gives it a hard tug as if testing it, and then before I even have time to gasp out my shock, he pulls me up by the taut belt, plastering me against his heaving chest. “Do you understand?” he presses against my ear, a shiver slithering down my neck and arms at the sound.
I don’t question what comes flying out of my mouth, only that it feels natural. “Yes, sir,” I answer breathlessly. “I will not do it again. I promise.”
The guttural groan I hear tells me I said exactly what he wanted to hear and I can’t help but smile in delight.
“I think sweet little Luce needs to be taught a lesson, wouldn’t you agree?” he asks while bending me over the pool table, his wide palm keeping my head down, the green felt rough on my cheek. “Now, you be quiet and take it, whileBarkerover there obediently sits and watches like a good dog.” He pauses while the hand that was holding my head down now drifts down my spine. “Yes?”
From my bent position, I can still lift up my eyes to see Barker. I find him nodding at the same time as me, his eyes now hooded, still fixed on Bastian, and I can feel myself growing more aroused.
“Good,” he says, almost as an afterthought, while my hips jerk backward with the hard tug of my shorts being pulled down my thighs. Bastian knocks my feet apart and I widen my legs as much as the shorts will allow me. The shock of the air on me heightens the already heady sensations. I mewl into the table when his fingers swipe along my slit. It almost feels clinical, as if needing to find proof of his suspicion.
He hums, circling my clit with the help of my arousal, then drags his fingers back up to my entrance. “Someone can’t wait to be punished,” he says with a taunt and a hard tug of the belt around my wrists.
“Please,” I beg, my legs starting to shake. From what? I can no longer tell. “Please,” I repeat, hearing my own desperation in my voice, somehow only heightening my need for him.
My cheeks flush when I hear the tell-tale sounds of his jeans being pulled down, his strong thighs pushing in between mine. I whimper when he slowly drags the head of his cock down and then up my core. My mouth opens on a soft gasp when I feel him push into me, his hand trailing up my spine and wrapping around the back of my nape.
“You beg so sweetly,” he rasps before slamming his hips forward, his cock impaling me to the hilt. I let out a long drawn-out moan, and I can hear Bastian do the same, his grasp tightening around my neck.
My eyes snap to the couch, finding Barker still and transfixed. My arousal skyrockets, my inner walls clenching around Bastian as he thrusts in and out, pounding harder and harder into me while using the belt as leverage to sink even deeper inside. “I can’t tell what’s making you so wet,” he goads, while he slowly drags his hard, throbbing shaft out, then slams back in. “Is it me tying you up and fucking you over this pool table? Or is it the fact that sweet, sheltered Luce likes being watched?”
I moan out ayes, yes, yes, as my eyes practically roll back into my head, not even sure what I’m agreeing to, the sensations dizzying my thoughts, unable to formulate a coherent sentence. Suddenly I’m lifted up, my back against Bastian once again, his hand collaring my throat. His cock is practically pulsing inside of me while his hand travels down my stomach, his fingers finding my swollen, sensitive clit.
I’m so close to the edge of oblivion. So close to what I already know will be the strongest orgasm I have ever felt. “Look at him when you come all over my cock,” Bastian groans into my ear. He circles my clit even harder, his fingers sloppy with my arousal as he continues to piston into me.
My hazy gaze finds Barker once more, his hand palming the crotch of his jeans and it doesn’t take me long to splinter. My vocal cords freeze, not one sound coming out as I am thrown into the blazing sun, bliss flaring through my veins, and then turning my bones to ash.
I don’t even have time to blink back into existence or catch my breath before Bastian addresses Barker. “Come here,” he says, snarling the words.
He immediately stands up from the couch, quick steps rounding the pool table, while Bastian swiftly unties the belt from my wrists, pulling my shorts up and spinning me around. My limbs feel like jelly as he lifts me up and sits me on the pool table. His eyes burn with white-hot need, his pupils blown before he presses a quick kiss onto the curve of my neck.
Bastian then turns to him and begins to stroke himself, his cock still hard and glistening from my own desire. “Take it out,” he orders, and Barker is quick to unzip his jeans, his erection already pushing to get out.
It only takes a few frantic tugs for Bastian to spill all over Barker’s erect dick and jeans, while Barker strokes himself, rubbing Bastian’s release onto his own shaft. The sight sends me spinning into an even more heightened state of arousal, my mouth agape, my eyes locked on the scene happening in front of me.
The silence that follows is so full of unspoken desires, I can barely take in a full breath. Barker’s eyes tentatively slide to meet mine, and I see the same want written clearly across his face.
“Let’s go,” Bastian says coldly, while he mechanically zips himself up, and then helps me down the table. Without another glance, we leave Barker behind, exiting in silence, my mind still reeling, busy replaying every minute detail of what just transpired.
* * *
Bastian makesme sit beside him for the rest of the afternoon while he works on whatever he is here to do. His hand intermittently finds my wrist, his thumb smoothing over where he tied me with his belt. My heart feels like bursting every time it does, but I say nothing.
