Page 37 of The Laughing Game

Gideon turned.

The eyeless mask went from the top of Gideon’s forehead, swooped over his diminutive and perked nose, and descended to the tops of his cheeks. Two silver wings arched outward over his cheekbones, and delicate chains hung, curtainlike, beside Gideon’s perfect mouth and dangled past his chin.

“Now he’s ready.”

“Yes, Vihaal,” I agreed, my words breathy and light.

Vihaal placed his index finger beneath Gideon’s jaw and tipped his face up, so that the fine chains draped to the sides and he could give his supplicant a gentle kiss on his upturned lips.

Gideon sighed.

“Now, my beautiful slut, a spanking over my knee seems like a good idea, don’t you think?”

“Yes, Vihaal,” Gideon whispered, as he was led over to the settee.

I watched, entranced, as they got into position.

Vihaal sat and patted his lap. In one smooth movement, Gideon kneeled on the settee and bent himself over Vihaal’s lap, supporting himself on his elbows on the cushion. The frilly edge of the bolero jacket rode up to his waist, revealing his plump and perfect ass.

“What a pretty bottom you have, Deo. So smooth and soft. Isn’t it a pretty ass, Angel?”

“Yes, Vihaal. So pretty,” I breathed. It was like watching a performance, a very sexy one, that was just for me, and for them. I gave my cock a couple of pulls then put my hands on my thighs again.

“Perfect for spanking,” Vihaal said, although he continued to caress Gideon’s bottom, while Gideon squirmed and sighed, trying to find a comfortable position.

Vihaal raised his gaze to mine and the intensity in his eyes made my balls ache.

“Do you think this naughty boy deserves a spanking, Angel?” Vihaal asked, his voice low and husky.

“Of course he does,” I responded, forgetting the formal response in the moment.

Vihaal’s eyebrows shot up and he quirked the corner of his mouth.

“And why do you say that?” Vihaal asked, stroking the smooth globes of Gideon’s behind.

I shuddered a breath. “Because he knew I wouldn’t be able to resist this. And now I’m caught up in something that’s going to…leave a mark on me.”

Vihaal smiled fully now. “Oh, I certainly hope so. But you’re right. He’s put you in a very awkward situation, to be sure.”

I sat there, watching Vihaal play with his sexy pet, the beating of my heart a frenetic soundtrack.

“Nonetheless, spanking Gideon when he’s wearing the cage and plugged up good and tight is one of my favorite things. Because Deo loves a good spanking. In fact, when he isn’t caged, he’ll often come from it. Isn’t that right, Deo?” Vihaal asked, sweeping a hand up Gideon’s over the blind to move his hair out of the way.

“Yes, Vihaal.”

“And that’s one of your favorite things, isn’t it, my darling? Coming from a good, over-the-knee spanking?”

“Yes, Vihaal,” Gideon said. He moved his head as if trying to see out of the solid mask, sounding resigned and sad instead of excited.

“But, you see, Angel, when he has the cock cage on his pretty little penis, he’s prevented from it. And for someone like me, with a sadistic, cruel, and vengeful side, that fact makes this all the more enjoyable.”

I moaned, because the very idea was so filthy and depraved and cruel. Vihaal continued playing with the flange of the plug and stroking Gideon’s pale backside.

“Although I know that my little, masochistic Deo gets a great deal of pleasure out of being denied and controlled. So it all works out in the end. Doesn’t it, my little slut?”

“Yes, Vihaal,” Gideon sighed, rocking over Vihaal’s lap and making soft little grunts.

“He hasn’t had a proper orgasm in days. Gideon tells me it’s like riding waves of pleasure that never end. Whereas if he were allowed to orgasm, it would all be over in an instant.”

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