Page 50 of Various Intentions
I took his elbow and pulled him aside. “I don’t mean to blindside you, but remember we were going to try to explore different roles and dynamics? If you want, you can have a turn being the one in control. Master Cameron will let you play with Finn if you want to. If you don’t, I’ll put him through his paces. And I can Dom him alongside you, if you’re nervous.”
Vincent took a shuddering breath. “Do you think it’s all right with Finn?”
I smiled. I could tell Vincent was on board. How could he not be, looking at the stunning redhead with the captivating complexion. “I’ll check with Master Cameron.”
Master Cameron chortled at my question. “Finn lives for this sort of thing. But I’ll ask him if you want.” He turned to the freckled young man. “Finn, do you want to be Vincent’s blue-eyed slut? Nic’s, too?” he said, pointing at me.
Finn’s blue eyes drifted from me to Vincent and back again. I noticed them fix on the hem of Vincent’s black shirt where a bit of his treasure-trail could be seen.
“Sure,” Finn said, with a casualness that took me by surprise, but Master Cameron didn’t react as if this informal address were unexpected.
“Good boy,” Master Cameron said.
Finn had a deeper voice than I’d expected. It gave him the stature of someone older and contrasted with his youthful, almost fey, appearance. I did love a paradox, especially one wrapped in such an alluring package.
I had to think fast. I wanted to do so much, but we only had a short period of time to enjoy him.”
“What does Finn like?” I asked, circling the boy and examining him from every angle.
“Oh, a little pain goes a long way—spanking, nipple torture, pinching, slapping. He likes to be controlled. And humiliated, as long as it doesn’t go too far.”
“That’s perfect.” I exchanged a glance with Vincent, who looked as if he were about to unwrap a surprise gift on Christmas morning. “Let’s put him up on the table for now.”
“Front or back?” Master Cameron asked.
“Vincent?”
“Back. May we take off the cage, Master Cameron?”
Master Cameron produced a small key from his pocket and handed it to Vincent. “Be my guest. Boy hasn’t come in three weeks, though, just so you know. You’ll be playing with fire. I apologize if he’s unable to last long.”
“That’s not a problem, Master Cameron,” I assured him. “I’m used to boys who struggle with control.” I glanced at Vincent.
It was a bit of a dig, and he stuck out his tongue at me.
“Don’t think I won’t put that tongue to good use.” I grinned.
“With all due respect, Sir, in the capacity of a fellow-Dom, I can do whatever I like with my tongue,” Vincent replied.
I raised my brows, pleased to see him so cocky.Challenge accepted.
“All right, then. What do you want to do with him, Vincent?”
Vincent gazed down at Finn, who lay spread out on the table with his legs dangling, equally focused on Vincent. Finn’s cock fought the bars of the cage as his chest rose and fell with anticipation, and Finn’s blue eyes—almost the same shade as Vincent’s—regarded him with expectation.
Vincent moved close to the table and feasted his eyes on the young man’s lithe body. “Hello, Finn.”
Finn blinked slowly. “Hello, Vincent.”
Vincent gave Finn a soft smile and picked up the boy’s hand where it rested motionless on the table. He examined Finn’s smooth palm, turning it over in his grasp and placing a delicate kiss in the middle.
Finn gasped. “Yeah, you’re hot. You gonna hurt me?”
The way he said it made it more of a request than an honest question. I had to put my hand in front of my mouth so as not to betray my amusement. But I caught Master Cameron’s eyes just after he’d rolled them.
Vincent glanced my way for reassurance. I motioned him to continue, since he was doing just fine. I was more than willing to step back and watch him take over, intrigued by his confidence, hoping he’d still be willing to be my devoted servant most of the time, but not opposed to the idea of his occasional foray into dominance at a rare public event, especially when it involved such a willing, beautiful subject as Finn.
Vincent released Finn’s hand and used the tiny key Master Cameron had given him to unlock the device on the boy’s genitals. As he removed it, Finn’s cock filled without any touch until it reared against the young man’s belly. It was smaller than average, but I didn’t think Vincent cared about that, especially since it seemed to work with Finn’s overall aesthetic. Besides, this fairy creature made up for his diminutive size with the enthusiasm of his gaze. He stared flames at Vincent, clearly hoping that my alluring partner in the metallic jeans and tight top might give him what he wanted.
