Page 61 of Bound By Brielle (Crave & Cure Productions)

And goddamn it if I don’t see it both ways.

“I explained thoroughly the reasons in which having running water during a scene is a bad idea,” he says, using extreme control to temper his rage. She puts her hands on her hips, and though I’m behind her, I recognize the way her head juts forward on her neck. She’s pissed too.

I cup my head in my hands. “Talk it out,” I toss between them, and that gets me a crazy glare from over Brielle’s shoulder and a scowl from Lance. I raise my palms up in surrender. “Fine, work it out amongst yourselves.” I rise and snatch the papers from the desk. “My place at 7.”

They both unify in the moment to nod and agree. Lance even adds, “I want take out. I don’t want to lose time because you’re cooking and cleaning up the kitchen.”

I nod and head out into the hall, the sound of their arguing flanking my back on the way out.

He doesn’t want me to cook because he wants more time. I wonder, as I head out to the set to apologize to the set hand, if tonight will be a night where I share the dominant title or a night where I have two eager pups to please me.

I can’t wait to find out.

“Uh, boss, you know I love you, right?” Tucker hedges nervously, swiping a hand through his sandy hair.

I blink at him.

“Okay, well, you guys are like… super grouchy today,” Tuck says cautiously, slowly. “And I’m okay with it, creative headspaces are ever evolving, I get that,” he says, giving me the same two palms that I gave Lance and Brielle earlier. “I just want to make sure you’re okay. You’ve always looked out for me, Aug, and you know I consider you a friend. So I just wanted to make sure everything is… alright.” He swallows, his eyes flicking between mine for a slow second. “Are you okay?”

I let out a sigh as the back door opens and through the sunshine appear two familiar silhouettes. Why are they familiar? Because not all silhouettes argue. I pinch the bridge of my nose and watch them turn from dark blobs in sunlight to people before my eyes, the door finally swinging shut behind them.

“And I told you that the extra light in the sunlight, plus the softbox will create the perfect starlet illumination,” Brielle hisses, her blonde hair already in her end-of-day ponytail, soft curls curtaining her back as she argues animatedly.

I turn to Tuck, ignoring Lance’s heated response back. “I’m okay. We’re just… I apologize,” I say to Tuck, because if I’m annoyed by my own grouchinessandtheir bickering, everyone else must secretly be wanting to gouge their eyes out. Hell, I kinda want to. “I’ll speak with them.” I clear my throat. “And I’ll have a coffee and relax, okay?” I clap a hand on Tuck’s shoulder. He’s the pulse of this place. If Tuck feels something, it’s likely the way the masses feel. “I apologize.”

He smiles broadly and shakes my hand. “Glad you’re okay. No worries.” He saunters off just in time for me to catch the tail end of Lance and Brielle’s ten trillionth argument of the day.

“You should know, you’re a woman who wears makeup. You should know what all that light does to a face coated in war paint. It melts it, Brielle, and leaves a soupy mess for Alexa. It uses more resources,” he growls.

“That’sifthe shot goes wrong! If we nail it within the first few takes, we’re gold. And that’s all I was trying to get across—that another point besides yours exists in the universe!” she huffs, slamming her arms over her chest, glaring into the set as Cohen guides actors to their marks.

I turn my head and stare at both of them. They’re both so fucking beautiful, pouty lips and sparkling eyes. Lance’s strong jaw flexes, and my cock twitches. Brielle tightens her low pony, making her breasts spread beneath her blouse as she does, and my dick thickens. I clear my throat and garner their focus. I’ve never done this at work before. Ever. But today, they need it. Hell, I think it’s the foreplay the three of us need.

“Hush.”

Brielle’s mouth opens but Lance grips her knee for a second, casting her a knowing look.

Hush has the opposite effect as speak, and Lance knows it. Brielle will learn today.

“I don’t want to bring us here, but I can’t fucking think with all the goddamn arguing today. So neither of you will speak unless given explicit permission.” I lean forward, dropping my voice to nothing more than a husky whisper. “Until then,hush.”

I see the dazed delirium wash over Lance. He adjusts himself and moves around in his chair, getting hard for the command. Because my pup loves his punishment, and I think it’s because he knows the reward is much sweeter than my swats.

Brielle studies Lance before swinging her gaze my way. She slowly closes her mouth, rolling her lips together. My cock lifts from my thigh, arguing with my slacks that he should be set free. I press the heel of my palm down my length under the guise of adjusting in my chair, and all the while, calm settles over me. I may be achingly hard at work and I may have taken the role of Sir in public, but the way they obey. The sudden silence.

It’s all so perfect.

Tonight can’t come soon enough. Because I don’t want to like these things at work, but here I am, hard and dreaming, leaking in my briefs at their perfect obedience.

And for that they must be punished.

twenty-five

In the name of orgasm.

augustus

They were orderedto follow me to my house and they both have. Seeing the headlights glowing in my rearview the whole drive had me stroking my cock along my thigh. Their loyal obedience drives me fucking crazy. I love it.

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