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40 - Jessica
The curtains were wideopen for all to see as I knelt at Manson’s feet like Lucas, although he couldn’t keep still. He kept shifting around as if he was uncomfortable, clearing his throat, his gaze darting toward anyone who walked near our booth. Manson made us wait for nearly a minute, simply observing us in silence as he sipped his drink.
“You look nervous, pup,” he finally said. Jason snickered, and Lucas whipped his head around to snap something in retaliation. Manson grabbed his face and jerked it back. “Ispoke to you. Not him. Keep your eyes where they belong.”
Manson looked too pleased, his grin disconcertingly wide. If I were in Lucas’s position, I would have been shaking. I was eager to behave. Something told me that Manson could put me over his knee in this club and no one would bat an eye. It was an idea that I dreaded as much as I craved.
“Angel, get Lucas’s drink for him,” Manson said. Remaining on my hands and knees, I turned and grabbed Lucas’s beer off the table, then hurriedly brought the drink back to Manson.
He nodded his head toward Lucas, and said, “Give him a drink.”
When Lucas looked over at me, his gaze smoldered with intensity. I brought the beer to his lips so he could drink, and some of the liquid dripped from the corner of his mouth. I licked up the drip, tracing my tongue up his throat and over his chin. His body rumbled with a growl, and I took in a mouthful of the beer myself before I kissed him.
The liquid passed between our lips, messy and dripping as our tongues twined. Manson slipped the beer glass out of my hand, and I wrapped my arms around Lucas’s shoulders, scratching my nails up his spine. He groaned, grasping my waist as his hips thrust against me.
The hard bulge in his pants made me want to rip every item of clothing right off him.
With my eyes closed, I felt someone join us. Jason knelt behind Lucas, kissing his neck as I made out with him. Lucas’s breathing deepened, and Jason’s hand slipped between us, stroking Lucas’s cock through his trousers.
Manson reached out and tangled his fingers in my hair, grasping the long locks tightly to pull me back from Lucas.
“What a good pet you are,” he said. He and Vincent shared a wicked look, then Manson ordered, “Kiss your Master’s boots, angel.”
My heart set off at a galloping pace. Bending down, I kissed them, whispering my thanks as I did. I wasn’t even sure if he could hear me, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was adoring the part of my Master I’d been allowed to touch, the place he ordained suitable for me.
When they gave me orders, it was like my mind reached another plane of existence; a different reality in which unwavering obedience was the ultimate pleasure. Icravedpleasing them; I longed to hear more praise from Manson’s lips.
“That’s my good girl,” Manson said. “Sit up.”
I did so, in time to see Manson pour Lucas’s beer into his hand. He offered it, and Lucas drank from his palm as Manson brought his cupped hand to his lips, even sucking his fingers when it was gone. Lucas’s eyes were darkened, almost intoxicated — although he hadn’t drunk enough for that. He thrust against Jason’s hand, reaching back and pulling the other man’s head down to his neck in an obvious demand. Jason obliged, his mouth teasing over Lucas’s throat, biting hard enough to leave reddened marks on his skin.
“It’s your turn, pup,” Manson said, stroking his hand affectionately over Lucas’s head. “Kiss your Master’s boots.”
“With the fucking curtain open?” Lucas looked like he regretted the words the moment he said them, closing his mouth so fast that his teeth snapped together.
Jason laughed softly, whispering, “Oh, you’re going to get it now. He’ll crush you for that.”
Manson was in his element. He didn’t remove his hand from Lucas’s head, but he turned his attention to Jason, leaning down so he could look him directly in the eyes as he said, “If you’re not careful, I’ll crush you too, on principle.”
Vincent rose from his seat and tugged Jason’s head back, gripping his hair tightly enough to make him wince. “Are you causing trouble?” he said. His tone was deceivingly upbeat, as if he’d caught Jason in a childish prank. “How the hell do you expect to get through the night if you’re pushing to get punished already?”
He patted Jason’s cheek sharply, hard enough to sting. Jason smiled at him lazily, leaning into his hand as he said, “Perhaps you should distract me, then.”
Jason’s blue eyes shot straight to me. I looked up at Manson, batting my lashes at him, hoping he’d give me permission.
“All right, angel, go on,” Manson said, after letting me squirm for a few moments. “Keep the brats occupied, Vince. Lucas and I need some alone time.”
Vincent nodded, leaning down to give Jason a kiss on his forehead before he slapped his cheek again. “Behave,” he said, but Jason’s expression was far from compliant. He got to his feet when Vince let him go, and immediately offered his hand to me.
“Want to dance with us?” he said, and I nodded excitedly, accepting his hand as he helped me up.
