He tossed it on the covers beside her and climbed up onto the mattress. When their eyes met, an immoral glint lit his, and he took her chin in a firm grip.
“No escaping now, petite fille. You’re mine.”
This close, Chloé could’ve sworn Ethan’s eyes were gold, as they flashed fire and drew her in. Moth to flame.
“Yes, sir. Yours.”
“That’s what I like to hear. Now, I’m about to give you a lesson on what I expect from my subs. Keep your eyes up and on me tonight, and before I go”—Ethan released her and reached for the bag, where he pulled out a pink toy that made her eyes widen—“this is for you.”
He eyed her spread legs and slipped his hand between her bare thighs until his fingers were gliding through her wet heat.
“It has a silicon shaft and strong little suction hole, which is going to suck on your clit while I can’t.”
Oh God…
Chloé clenched, aching for something to be put inside her, as Ethan brought the toy up between them.
“There’s enough slack in those restraints that you can bend your legs and brace your hands on the bed beside you. Arch your hips up for me now. Let’s get something in that hungry pussy of yours.”
Chloé panted, more than ready to follow that order. She dug her heels into the mattress and canted her hips up wide, spreading herself open.
“Perfect,” he said, more to himself than her, as he dragged the bulbous head of the toy through her slick folds. Then his eyes found hers. “Don’t come.”
Her arms and legs shook as he teased her, getting the toy wet, and when he pushed the shaft inside until the small hole was pressed up against her mound, Chloé squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated on her breathing.
“Good girl,” Ethan said, and then the mattress shifted and he stood by the bed. “Now, lean back and relax—well, as much as you’re able. It’s time for you to watch and learn.” He smiled the way the devil himself would as he picked up a small remote. “Enjoy the show, petite fille.”
ZAYNE’S EARS PRICKED up at the sound of footsteps on the hardwood floor, and he wondered if this time his master was coming for him.
He wasn’t sure how long he’d been kneeling there—ten, twenty, thirty minutes? He had no clue. He was now in a different space and time where reality didn’t exist. His mind had turned itself over to all his other senses, taking a back seat to the one who was going to master him tonight.
The room had grown quiet now. Chloé’s soft, desperate sounds had subsided in response to Ethan’s absence, and Zayne understood that feeling. That anticipation of what was next. That feeling where you better hold your breath or he just might take you by surprise. It was part of the high, part of the thrill.
When the sound of footsteps got closer and finally stopped in front of him, Zayne felt the air in the room shift and knew that Ethan had come for him.
“How is my boy doing?”
The whoosh and clunk of a belt being pulled free and dropped sounded to his right. The jarring clang was a test of his trust, but Zayne didn’t flinch, didn’t move a muscle—until warm, familiar fingers tapped under his chin. Then he raised his face.
“Your boy is good, master.”
“I’m pleased to hear that. You look exquisite kneeling at my feet. I’m not sure I want to let you up just yet, Z.”
Zayne’s dick throbbed as Ethan rubbed his thumb back and forth across his lips. “I’m yours to do with what you want.”
“That’s exactly right, and I plan to do it all night.” Ethan ran his fingers around the edge of the leather blindfold and hummed low. “Eyes covered, arms tied, ankles secure. There’s just one thing missing.”
Zayne held his breath as Ethan’s fingers left him.
“Open your mouth.”
He could hear the sound of teeth on a zipper and knew Ethan was undoing his pants. Then the thick head of his master’s cock rubbed up along the flat of his tongue, and a pleasure-filled groan rumbled out of him.
“Oh, you like that do you, Z? Finally getting my cock in your mouth.”
Ethan knew full well he couldn’t respond other than the sounds he could form in his throat, so Zayne grunted, and Ethan took that as a yes.
“Then maybe I should give you some more.”
He shoved in hard and fast, foreplay not on the agenda tonight. Ethan grabbed hold of Zayne’s hair and began to fuck his throat. Restrained as he was, Zayne had no choice but to kneel and take it, as Ethan’s pre-cum dripped down his chin to his chest. He could hear the soft pants of their girl watching as Ethan displayed full dominance over him.
“Let me get in deep, Z. You know how I want it.”
He did. He knew exactly what his master wanted, and nothing gave him more pleasure than to serve him.
Zayne closed his eyes even though the blindfold blocked his sight, finding that the complete removal of the outside world helped him leave all thought up to the one controlling his actions. Then he slipped into a zone that allowed him to take and take and take until his body gave out on him.
His mind wouldn’t go first—Ethan had trained that too well. His body would surrender the battle before all else, and it was nowhere near ready to wave the white flag yet.
Ethan’s fingers tightened in his short hair as he continued to punish his mouth. A rumble of untamed lust left him, and Zayne’s dick strained against the cotton material of his briefs.
“Just. Once. More,” Ethan said, before he shoved Zayne’s head away and pulled his dick free. “Jesus. That mouth of yours was made for fucking. But I’ll be damned if that’s the only hole of yours I get into tonight.”
With a flick of his wrist, he released Zayne’s hands and legs from the hog tie and said, “Get on your feet.”
The order was biting, Ethan’s control being tested, as Zayne pushed to his feet and felt the burn in his thighs. His jaw and knees were aching like a motherfucker now, but that wasn’t going to stop him from doing Ethan’s bidding. If anything, he let the discomfort drive him as he straightened his back and bent his head low, ready and waiting for his next order.
“Strip.”
Zayne removed his boxer briefs, his heart pounding in time to the erect cock now jutting out from his eager body. The only thing now remaining was the blindfold.
“Turn around and take a step forward.”
The tension and anticipation in the room was palpable now, and the second he complied, there was a hand at the back of his neck and a mouth by his ear.
“Arms up. Legs spread.”
Zayne’s dick jerked—he knew where this would lead. He parted his legs and felt the cool leather of a cuff on one ankle and then the other.
He knew from experience they were secured to the legs of their four-poster bed, which meant he was at the foot of it, and Chloé—if he were a betting man—was either lying or sitting on top of it, watching.
Next his arms were cuffed and stretched up high above his head until he was in the Y position. Ethan moved up behind him and wrapped a hand around his cock, and Zayne shuddered.
“All right, Z, it’s time to show our petite fille what a good fucking boy you can be.”