Page 60 of Various Intentions
The kid was full of surprises.
“And maybe put some snacks in bowls or on plates. We’ll want to use our human coffee tables for practical purposes.”
“Yes, of course.”
Juno and I herded the young folk down the basement stairs.
“Oh my goodness. That is quite the piece of furniture.” Juno walked over to the imposing wooden frame that sported eye-hooks in every conceivable spot.
“We haven’t actually used it yet—and won’t be using it today.”
Juno touched the smooth, varnished wood of the thick post at one corner. “That seems a waste. You should rent it out.”
I snorted. “After having Daphne take over this space for a month, I’m averse to having anyone but me use it.”
“Understandable.
“All right, you two. Strip. Everything off,” I said, turning my attention to Charles and Vincent.
“Everything?” Charles asked, looking to Juno for confirmation.
Juno smiled. “It’s up to you, sweetheart. You may keep your briefs on if you like, but you will be naked at the event.”
Charles sighed. “I might as well take them off, then.”
We waited while they removed their clothes and folded them with care. Charles didn’t have the muscle definition that Vincent maintained with regular exercise and some minimal weightlifting, but he was just as attractive in a different way—gangly, like a young giraffe, whereas Vincent was lean like an antelope.
Charles stood awkwardly until he saw Vincent put his hands behind his head. He mirrored Vincent’s pose, glancing at me for approval.
“Very good. Now, I would like you both to go to your hands and knees and crawl to my feet,” I said, smiling and clasping my hands in front of me.
Charles watched with interest as Vincent obeyed, moving in the fluid, elegant manner he had perfected. Charles attempted to mimic Vincent’s graceful movements without much success. He blushed in the most adorable way and, by the time he reached me, was in a similar state of excitement, which pleased me.
“Good. Now crouch down, press one cheek against the floor and hold that position.”
Vincent obeyed with haste, followed by Charles. This wasn’t anything new for Vincent. I liked to remind him of his subservient position in the playroom, and he thrived on this kind of objectification and mild debasement.
“Wonderful.” I turned to Juno. “Do you mind passing me the crop hanging on the wall beside you? The brown one.”
“Not at all,” Juno said as Charles made a small noise.
“Do you ever use anything like this on him?”
“Oh yes, I have several. Even one that’s glow-in-the-dark. We play around a bit,” Juno said. They handed me the implement, then regarded Vincent and Charles with obvious approval. “They do make a nice pair. I’d like to paint them together someday.”
I let my fingers slide along the leather of the crop. “Do you mind if I use this to tease them?”
“Please do. Nothing too intense, though. Charles is very sensitive.”
“Noted. So is Vincent, although he can take a lot when he’s sufficiently motivated.” I tickled the tip of the crop at the small of Vincent’s back, then ran it up to his shoulder blades, tapping between them. Vincent grunted, closing his eyes.
“What do you say?”
“Thank you, Sir.”
I repeated the action on Charles.
“Thank you, Sir,” Charles whispered—an obedient boy.
