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Gideon groaned then whimpered, licking his lips and grunting as he futilely humped his caged cock against Vihaal’s thigh.

“Well. Let’s get this going. We have thirty minutes to fill.”

Vihaal rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and sat there with one hand on Gideon’s rump and the other in Gideon’s hair. They reminded me of a Renaissance painting. With Gideon in his frilly and depraved finery, bare from the waist but for the cage and plug, and shoed in the pretty boots, they did make quite the picture. I took a photo of it in my mind to remember.

“Do you want it hard or soft, my precious, sweet boy?”

“Hard, Vihaal. So hard.”

Vihaal glanced at me.

“Don’t forget about Angel. He can’t take his eyes off of you,” Vihaal murmured. “And he’s so fucking hard, and leaking for you, sweet Deo.”

I was. I was so fucking hard. And my cock was crying for the two of them.

“Put your cock away, now.”

It took a second for me to realize who Vihaal was speaking to, but it could only be me, since Gideon’s cock was locked up tight. I hadn’t even realized I was touching myself again.

“If you keep that up you’re going to get off before I do. And that is not allowed, my boy. Not in here.”

I held his gaze as I gave myself one last stroke, then tucked my cock back into my boxer briefs.

“I don’t think I can get it back in my jeans,” I said.

“Fine. But put your hands on your thighs and leave them there.”

“Yes, Vihaal.”

I’ll do whatever you say because I do not want any of this to stop.

Chapter Nine

Vihaal knew how to give a good spanking.

It was something I wouldn’t forget. The sharp slaps of flesh-on-flesh rang off the soundproofed walls of the Bordello along with Gideon’s gasps, cries and groans. The smell of sweat and arousal wafted up my nostrils.

If Vihaal were to get out from under Gideon, come over and order me to my knees to resume what Gideon had started earlier, I would have done it. In fact, I was pretty sure I wanted to.

I met Vihaal’s gaze and I think he knew it too. I think he’d always known it. The electricity that passed between us, charged by the triangle of our presence in this room and by the sounds of Gideon’s debasement, buzzed like a swarm of bees on the hunt for pollen. I heard it as something real and solid, and not just the spinning of my heady brain realizing something about myself and the two of them, and the way we were meant to be together.

Finally, Vihaal stopped, and rubbed his palm over Gideon’s reddened backside, crooning soft words.

“How was that, my precious thing?” Vihaal asked.

“So good.Fuck.So good, Vihaal. Thank you,” Gideon whispered, his tone sincere and grateful. He turned his face as if to look at me, but the ornate mask blocked our connection. He whimpered and let his head hang down again.

“Off my lap now. You’ve made a mess of me,” Vihaal said, giving Gideon one final slap on the ass.

Gideon scrambled up, swaying and breathing hard, his hair askew. His cock bulged against the bars of the cage, which were shiny with moisture from his leaking arousal.

As I watched, Vihaal reached out and swiped the wetness away with a finger, then sucked it, making audible sounds. Gideon’s lips parted and he made a soft noise.

Vihaal stood and stepped forward, unfastening the ties of the mask and removing it. Gideon blinked in the sudden light and they gazed at one another. Then Gideon turned to me.

“Fuck,” I whispered. He looked even more beautiful now, his skin glowing with a sheen of sweat, his eyes dazed, and his cheeks—both sets—rosy and bright.

“Hmm. Look at you. A decadent treat,” Vihaal said as Gideon tore his gaze from mine. “Now…”

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