Page 55 of Consequences
“Always,” I eventually whisper, eliminating any doubts he may have. Thank fuck he doesn’t make me leave, because my legs still aren’t steady. I close my eyes instead and let myself drift…comfortable in the knowledge that no matter what, it’ll always be my Master and me together against the world.As it should be.
Idesperately want to ask what went on in the office, especially because neither Dad nor Ten look happy when they exit their car, but the look Tennant gives me when I open my mouth has me snapping it shut again. He storms into the house, and I wait for my dads to get close.
Raising an eyebrow at Dad’s torn and bloodied shirt, I ask, “Are you okay?”
Dad sighs and plucks at his clothes. “Fine. Just a little disagreement between Ten and I. Nothing for you to worry about.”
“That doesn’t look like nothing.”
“Roman,” Dad says in a soft yet firm tone of voice. “Please, drop it. This is between Tennant, Il Padrone, and I. I don’t interfere with your relationships, please give me the same respect.”
Looking between my dad and Carter, I find both blank masks, and I hate being in the dark about what’s going on. I know what it looks and sounds like, but…Dad isn’t like me. Besides, as loose of sexual boundaries as Il Padrone has, he wouldn’t cross that line, would he?
Fuck.No wonder Tennant is pissed.
“Just…be careful, okay? And, you can talk to me, if you need to.”
Dad’s expression softens a little, and he reaches out to squeeze my shoulder. “Thank you, Figlio Mio. Try not to worry, we’ll be fine. This isn’t the first, nor will it be the last time Tennant and I disagree. It’s been a while since it’s gotten physical, but I can handle him.”
Letting out a slow breath, I choose to believe him, knowing he’s dealt with Ten for longer than I’ve been alive, but…still. My dad and my lover at odds isn’t at all what I want.
Dad squeezes my shoulder again before letting go, and I dart forward to hug both him and Carter, before the three of us walk into the house.
I’m not surprised to see Jude waiting for me in the foyer, but I am surprised when he takes my hand and leads me to the stairs.
“We have work to do…” I protest.
“It can wait. There’s nothing pressing on our plates right now. Come, Ten needs us more.”
I deflate at his words and let him drag me upstairs. The walk to our suite seems long, as anticipation begins to grip me. My cock hardens as I try to imagine everything they can do to me, especially with the mood Ten is in.
Jude tugs me through the door of our room, and as soon as I’m over the threshold, he spins around, crowding me against the wall. My breath whooshes out of me as he looms over me, pale green eyes alight with desire.
“You’re going to take whatever you’re given, aren’t you, Tesoro Mio?”
“Yes,” I say and nod, my heart starting to race.
He smiles darkly. “Good. Take your jacket and your boots off, but leave everything else.” He backs away and disappears into the bedroom, giving me a minute to catch my breath.
Shucking off my suit jacket, I toss it over the back of the couch, uncaring if it gets wrinkled. My boots get kicked off and pushed to one side, and I take a moment to center myself once that’s finished. Smoothing down my hair and straightening my skirt. I have no idea what’s going to happen once I enter the bedroom, but with all three of them and one of me…Fuck, my cock leaks pre-cum at just the thought of them owning me.
Walking into the bedroom, I let out a half gasp, half moan of pleasure, as I’m roughly grabbed. Two sets of hands grab my arms, holding them tightly as rope drags along my wrists. I struggle, trying to fight their grip, but they hold me to the point of bruising.
“Don’t be naughty,” Tennant says darkly. “This is for your own good. After all, you got to visit with your paramour. Hol and I didn’t.”
“So did Jude,” I shoot back, trying to wriggle away, even as my arms are yanked behind me and my wrists are tied together at the small of my back.
Jude laughs and finishes with the rope, checking to make sure it’s not cutting off circulation, but is still tight enough that I can’t easily escape, before moving to stand in front of me. “If you think a few measly minutes is long enough with my Bel Fiore, then I’ve been neglecting you, Toy.”
“Is that it?” Hollis asks from where he’s sitting on the edge of the bed. “Have we been neglecting you?”
My breath catches, and I tremble as I try to remember how to form words. With all three of them dominant as hell right now, my brain has turned to mush.
“No.” I shake my head, wishing I had my hands, so I can sign it, too. “I… We’ve been busy, but no. I haven’t felt neglected.”
Hollis hums and looks to Jude and Tennant. “Undress. I want to see what’s mine.”
I moan as they follow the quiet command, not just undressing, but turning to one another and removing each item of clothing, piece by slow piece.
