Page 145 of Piece Us Together

“I could just sit here, couldn’t I? Just like this. Until you’re drooling.” He leans in, his knee pressing between my legs. It’s hard. My chest pulls tight with the pain. My blood sets fire. “And you’d let me. Or would you not let me, hm? Maybe you just can’t fight me. Maybe I stole all that control you walk around with. What do you think, kitten?”

He pulls his thumb out, dragging it down my chin and leaving a trail of spit in his wake. I pant open-mouthed as my cock throbs under the pressure of his knee.

“Are you going to be a good boy who submits or a good boy who just has to be reminded of his place?”

I’m shaking. My eyes burn, tears welling up in them. “I’m good either way?” I whisper.

He grins. It’s confident and sexy as sin. It makes me dizzy. “You’ll be good either way. One makes you a sub like Nolan. The other makes you a bit of a brat. I’ll love whichever you end up being.”

“Do you know? Already?” I ask, remembering just how all-knowing this man is. “What I am? Do you know?”

“I think you’re both. I think sometimes it’s going to be so damn easy for you to go down for me. I think other times you’re going to fight me like your life depends on it.” He wipes the spit from my chin. His grin has softened now, his eyes the same. I’m less dizzy now, more…centered. Steady. “Do whatever feels right and I’ll react accordingly. Whichever direction you go, two things will always stay the same—red is your safeword and you belong to me.”

I close my eyes, letting that truth settle over me.

It’s the last truth, the reality of me belonging to him no matter what, that has me admitting, “I don’t know how to stop feeling like I messed up. You said it’s up to you, you said I don’t need to be punished, but I don’t know how to let it go…”

I open my eyes slowly, afraid of what I’ll see in his face.

He’s looking at me, his eyebrows pulled together. He doesn’t look upset, though. More contemplative. Mr. All-Knowing is trying to figure me out.

I shouldn’t be surprised that it doesn’t take him very long. “Then you need to be punished.”

My stomach swoops, a combination of fear and hope tugging at it. “I think I do.”

“Not up to you.” He runs his fingers through my hair before fisting it tightly enough to have me hissing in pain. His green eyes narrow, a whole different aura appearing around him. “You need to be forgiven, don’t you? And you need to feel like you earned it. I’m going to make you fucking earn it.”

I shudder, the tears that have been prickling my eyes threatening to finally spill over.

“Please.”

“Oh, you’ll be saying that word quite a lot tonight, I think.” He tugs at my hair a little more. A lump rises in my throat. When I blink, a single tear slips out and down my cheek. Hunter watches it with a heated gaze. “Say it again.”

“Please.”

He chuckles, low and dark, his eyes lifting from the tear track until he’s looking into mine. His grin is evil. I feel it down to my toes. “The things I’m going to fucking do to you tonight. The both of you.”

He lets go of my hair a little roughly, almost making me stumble back a step. Then he grabs me by the nape of the neck and starts steering me into the bedroom. My legs feel like jelly beneath the control. My cock hurts with how hard it is, the pain only worsening with every step I’m forced to take.

Nolan looks up when we enter the room, his lips parting with a gasp. I don’t know what I look like.Can he see how fucking wrecked I already am? How hard? How desperate?

Does he like seeing me like this?

That answer is easy enough to find. In a single glimpse to his cock, I see just how much he likes it. I’m pretty sure he’s already leaking if the way the light is glistening off it is any indication.

“Maison wants to be a good boy for us, Nolan,” Hunter explains as he stops me just in front of Nolan, enough distancebetween us for Nolan not to have to lean his head back to look at me, but close enough where Nolan could reach out and skim his fingers across my knees. “He wants to show us how sorry he is for how he acted. He wants to apologize for running from the two people he should trust to help him. He needs to be forgiven. Will you help me with that?”

Nolan bites his lip, eyes studying me warily before flitting over my shoulder to where Hunter is standing. I don’t know what he sees on Hunter’s face, but it’s enough to have Nolan’s shoulders softening, his lip free of his teeth and curling toward a smile.

“How can I help, sir?”

“Take his pants off for me. Don’t go getting needy on us, though. Leave his cock alone.”

He flushes pink, but does as told, scooting forward on his knees enough to be able to bring his hands to my belt. It doesn’t bother me to have him in front of me like that. To have him kneeling. It’s not for me. He’s kneeling right there for Hunter. I’m just in between them. I’m just Hunter’s boy, about to be punished.

Hunter chuckles again when I shiver. His hands come to rest on my bare hips as Nolan works both my jeans and underwear over my knees and down to my feet. The touch is warm and grounding, but electric too. I feel it everywhere—in my chest, my stomach, my cock.

I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing myself for—for—I don’t even know. For anything. Foreverything.

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