Page 92 of Jamie
“So, I think that we should plan to spend a weekend in the playroom,” Bran said, wearing a wicked little smile. “Make sure to clear your schedules.”
“Oh? an entire weekend?” Silas felt like jumping up and down a little bit, although that wasn’t the most daddylike reaction on earth, he supposed. “I think we should start at noon on Friday, just because.”
Jamie watched them like he was watching a tennis match, and their boy’s expression was a mixture of nerves and excitement.
“Jamie? Can you clear from noon on Friday through to Monday morning for playroom time?” They could find out what toys most excited their boy, what kinks made him shiver, and which ones made him hide. A full weekend of play would be such a wonderful indulgence and would deepen the connection between the three of them beautifully.
“I could free any time. You all have made it to where I’mreallyfree.” Jamie chuckled, waving his hands in front of his face as his cheeks heated. “Wow. I mean for real. For the first time, I’m really just free. You guys don’t want me to be anything but me.”
“That’s right. We want just you. The authentic, real you. You don’t have to be anyone but yourself for us.” Silas kissed Jamie’s nose. “You. The real you.”
“Well then, that’s all I need. Well, that and food. I’m starving. I had lots of orgasms today…” Jamie ducked his head and grinned.
Silas’s fingers itched to pinch him, just a little bit.
Bran snorted. “Be good, baby boy, or I will cage you when we’re not home.”
Jamie’s eyes went wide, and his hand immediately went down to cup his cock. It seemed he’d discovered a lot researching.
“Oh, I like that idea. Bran, you’re brilliant!” Silas grinned at Jamie. “We are going to have so much fun.” He grabbed up a fry and offered it to Jamie, his eyes twinkling.
Jamie’s lips popped open, but Silas wasn’t sure he even tasted the french fry. In fact, he had no doubt that somewhere in Jamie’s head, he was reliving one of the things that he’d seen on his computer when he was watching porn, or possibly a fantasy that he’d had.
Or maybe he was just imagining Bran locking his little cock away, keeping him in a position so that he had the best chance of being a good boy.
“Tell us what you’re thinking,” he demanded. “Tell us what’s going on in your head.”
Bran grabbed a fry of his own. “Mmmm. Yes, do that.”
“What?”
Oh, that was a temptation and a half, that little gasp, the way that Jamie licked his lips.
In fact…
Silas leaned forward to do the same, stealing the salt off of his boy’s mouth. “Yummy.”
Jamie looked at him, blinked, eyes huge like saucers. “I shouldn’t… you got me all flustered.”
“I just had my cock sunk all the way into your ass, and my balls were hitting yours. There shouldn’t be anything I could say that makes you flustered…” he teased.
Jamie blinked rapidly, his breath coming faster.
“Are you hard, boy? Is your cock pushing at your sweats? Do you need your Daddies?”
“I bet he does, Silas. I imagine he needs us now more than he did when I first came home because then it was only words and images on the screen, in his imagination. Now it’s real. He’s in the room with his actual Daddies.”
“He is, and he needs his supper. No touching, boy. That cock is ours.”
“Ours to pet. Ours to make come. Ours to keep from coming. You’re going to love the cage.” Bran licked his lips, then took a breath and started cutting up the steak. “If you passed out from hunger, it would ruin all our fun.”
Jamie’s cheeks were about to light on fire.
Bran picked up a piece of steak between his fingers and pressed it to Jamie’s lips, holding their boy’s gaze as he did so.
Jamie nipped it off Bran’s fingers, pushing a little bit.
“No biting, baby boy,” Bran murmured, pushing his fingers into Jamie’s mouth, fucking it for a moment before letting them slide away again.
