ETHAN’S COCK THROBBED at the sight in front of him.
Beautiful and bound, his subs now waited on him as he weighed the difficult decision of what was going to happen next.
He’d gone over this scenario a hundred times in his head, meticulously planning every move and response. Tonight was Chloé’s real introduction to what it would mean to be their submissive. Although their was a relative term right now, since Zayne had requested a night to purge the senator.
That was more than fine by Ethan. He understood Zayne’s need to sometimes hand over the reins, and he was always ready to accommodate his boy. To help him switch things up, as it were.
It was also the perfect opportunity for a little show and tell, because no one submitted quite so beautifully as his boy Z.
Ethan ran a finger down Zayne’s back from his neck to his tailbone. He looked over Zayne’s muscled shoulder to where Chloé was spread out open for him, and he found greedy grey eyes locked on the two of them.
Interesting… He’d been curious how she would take to watching two men together, and it was time to put that to the test.
Ethan tightened his fingers around Zayne’s shaft and stroked his fist up it.
“Do you like what you see, Chloé? Do you like looking at Z’s cock like this?”
Chloé licked at her lips, her breathing coming much faster now.
“He can’t stop you from looking. Can’t stop me from touching. He can’t do anything right now but stand here and take whatever I decide he deserves.” Ethan brushed his thumb across the wet head of Zayne’s dick. “What do you think he deserves?”
Chloé’s eyes flew up to his, and the hunger from seconds ago had now turned to full-blown lust.
“I…I don’t know, sir.”
“Well.” Ethan placed his lips by Zayne’s cheek. “Has he been a good sub, do you think?”
Chloé swallowed and nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“And what do you think he deserves for that?” He could see the answer in her eyes, but also the hesitancy to say it out loud. “Hmm, okay, I’m going to let you think on that for a minute.”
He released Zayne and moved away to undress, and when he was as naked as the other two in the room, he walked over to a large wooden bureau up against the wall. After retrieving several items that he needed to move forward, Ethan made his way back to the bed.
“Have you decided yet?” He tossed the items on the end of the bed, and Chloé’s eyes shifted to them.
Lube.
Leather crop.
Prostate vibe.
“No?” Ethan said when she remained silent, clearly shy about voicing what she knew she was about to watch. “Maybe it’ll come to you whenever you’re ready to come.”
He picked up the black vibe and coated it with lube.
“For now, I think it’s time to catch Z up to you.”
Chloé knew exactly what he was about to do next, and judging by the glistening pink toy between her legs, she was excited by the prospect.
He moved in behind Zayne and slid his slick fingers up and down his spread cheeks, and like the well-trained boy he was, Zayne didn’t flinch or make a sound.
“You ready for me, Z?”
“Always, master.”
Fucking hell.
That instant response, that honest truth, made Ethan’s cock more impatient than anything could. He pushed the vibrator inside of Zayne’s hole and marveled at the tight fit.
Heavy breathing filled the room as Ethan got the toy all the way in, and when the flat black head was flush against Zayne’s cheeks, Ethan let out a primal growl.
“Fuck that’s beautiful.”
He looked at Chloé, and clearly, she agreed. Her eyes were on Zayne’s dripping cock and her hips were moving on the bed.
“Don’t do it,” Ethan warned, then reached for the remote at the end of the bed and held it up. “Remember this?” He pressed a button, and Chloé gasped as a humming vibration filled the air. “That’s right. Who controls your orgasm tonight?”
Chloé whimpered as he turned up the dial. “You do… You do, sir.”
“That’s right. So keep your hips still until I’m ready to give it to you.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good.” He flicked off the button and moved back behind Zayne, then eyed Chloé as she tried to calm the sensations firing between her thighs. “And now that you’ve had time to think about it. What do you think a…good sub deserves?”
His inference was clear, and she caught on quick. “He deserves to come.”
“You think, do you? So I should just let my boy come? You don’t think he should earn it? You don’t think I should whip him and fuck him and then, if he’s being good, let him come?”
Chloé bit down on her lip as her eyes locked on Zayne, then she shifted on the bed.
Ah yes, there it was—the draw of the forbidden, the lure of the flesh. Her arousal was now overriding her inhibitions as she gave in to the desire to watch something erotic, something…explicit.
“Yes.” Her voice was breathy now, and made his balls ache. “I think you should do all of that.”
“Because you want to see it?”
“Yes.”
“What was that?”
“Yes, sir. I want to see it.”
Ethan picked up the crop on the bed and stroked his fingers along the metal rod. Then he pressed a button on the controller for Zayne’s vibrator, and at the first zap to his prostate, he jerked against his arm restraints.
Chloé gasped, her eyes widening, as Ethan placed the wide leather crop beneath Zayne’s chin. “Don’t. Move. Again.”
Zayne grunted as Ethan turned up the intensity, but nodded. “Yes, master.”
Ethan trailed the crop down the side of Zayne’s arm then moved around behind him. After he cranked the vibe up another notch, he brought the crop down hard and fast with a loud smack right across Zayne’s ass.
Zayne gripped the strap his cuffs were attached to as a feral sound vibrated through him, and Ethan’s eyes locked on Chloé. She was watching the scene unfold with unabashed hunger now.
Ethan brought the crop up again and smacked Zayne’s opposite cheek, a little harder this time. He did it again, and again, and each time the leather landed, Chloé flinched. But the man whose skin he was turning red was stoic and still, except for his dripping cock—proof positive he was enjoying the sinful torture he was undergoing.
Ethan trailed the flat head of the crop around Zayne’s thigh so he could pick up the other remote sitting on the bed. When Chloé clued in to what he now held, her breath hitched and she squirmed on the mattress.
“What did I tell you about keeping those hips still?”
She immediately froze, and Ethan chuckled as he flicked his wrist and brought the crop up between Zayne’s thighs, landing a stinging blow to his balls. Zayne broke a little at that one, a hissing sound escaping his lips, so Ethan soothed him with teasing, gentle pats to his abused flesh as he leaned in to bite at his jaw.
Zayne groaned, his cock leaking all over the place, and with both his subs now ready for him, Ethan dropped the crop and moved around behind his boy.