Page 87 of Possession

He wrinkled his nose at the sound of plastic crinkling.

“Open, gatito.”

He opened his mouth without thought, catching a flash of white, and then sweetness exploded on his tongue. Moaning, he slowly chewed the fluffy marshmallow. “You remembered.”

“Of course.” Tomas skimmed his fingers over every inch of Vinnie’s skin he could find, occasionally feeding him another marshmallow. After maybe fifteen minutes, he quietly asked, “How are you feeling?”

“Perfect,” he answered honestly, snagging Tomas’s hand and pulling his arm around him. “Thank you. That was… perfect.”

Tomas hummed against his neck, nipping lightly. “You’re the perfect one. I can’t wait for you to see the video.”

His eyes snapped open. “Oh my god.”

“Did you forget?” Tomas asked, laughing lightly.

“I don’t know how. I just… I got so caught up in what you were saying and doing I blocked it out or something.”

“You’re going to squirm so prettily when you watch it,” Tomas whispered, voice husky.

“Oh god.”

He nuzzled behind Vinnie’s ear. “Feeling up to Mason joining us?”

Nodding, he let go of Tomas’s arm. “Yeah, you can go get him.”

“I’ll just text him.” Tomas rolled away for a second but was back before his skin could get cold.

It only took a few minutes before Mason was knocking lightly and then poking his head inside. “All clear?”

Vinnie chuckled, but it turned into a yawn. “You’re good.”

Mason came all the way in, grinning at the two of them on the bed and setting the overnight bag he’d brought for them on the floor at the end of the bed. “Smells like sex and marshmallows in here. Give me some.”

Tomas snorted, offering the bag from wherever he’d had it tucked. “You can have two. I’ve a feeling too much sugar for you right before bed will only end in misery for all of us.”

“So smart,” Vinnie mumbled, rubbing his face against his pillow.

Mason rolled his eyes but dutifully only took out two, jumping onto the bed and sitting on his heels as he munched on them. The peacefulness of the moment nearly had him falling asleep until Tomas asked Mason, “Did you bring what I asked for?”

Smiling, Mason shoved the last of his second marshmallow into his mouth and hopped back off the bed. He dug in theovernight bag for a second, then stood, brandishing a jet-black dildo so it wobbled in the air.

“I brought it.”

“Excellent,” Tomas said, his voice rumbling soothingly over Vinnie’s body. “You’re going to use that to fuck yourself while I watch, but you can’t come until I give you permission, so you better make it a good show.”

Sucking in a breath, Mason grinned. “Yes, Daddy.”

SUB CLUB INTERLUDE

CJ

*pic of large group of people, many dressed in leather, standing in front of a long row of motorcycles*

Another successful Ride for Change in the books!

Kenneth

It was so fun!

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