Page 31 of Laurels and Liquor

“Good. She deserves to be fucked, thoroughly and often. And if my sheets smell like all of you when I get home, so much the better. But tell me, pet, are you alone now?” Rhett says, and I can see the flex of his bicep as his hand moves off screen.

“Just me, sir. All alone with no one to stop me from playing with your toy collection,” I say, rolling over and sliding to the edge of the bed.

“Your Domina won’t be happy if she knows you’re playing with yourself,” Rhett warns.

“Domina is busy celebrating with her other toy. And you know what they say happens when the cat’s away,” I say with a dismissive wave, getting to my feet.

I slide my jeans down, along with my boxers, and toss away my shirt, leaving me bare and hard as I make my way across the room to the chest of drawers Rhett uses as his toy box. Each drawer is meticulously organized, with plugs and vibrators, ropes and whips, gags and canes all arranged neatly. Rhett growls as I open the drawer with the dildos, running my finger over the multi-colored array. So many options, different sizes and textures and shapes, but I eventually settle on one that makes Rhett groan. It’s black, large and thick, a perfect replica of my alpha’s cock.

“Put your phone on the dresser next to the bed,” Rhett commands, and I shiver.

“Maybe I will…” I sigh, trailing off as I head back to the bed and flop down backwards onto it. “Or maybe I’ll lie here and fuck this rubber cock into me, and you’ll just get to see my face as I come.”

Rhett’s answering growl makes my heart kick. I know I’m playing with fire, but the rush under my skin feels too good for me to stop. Maybe I’ll pay for this later, but seeing Rhett visibly struggle to keep from shouting and barking is a sight to behold. I shimmy up the bed and find the bottle of lube on the bedside table, flipping open the cap. I let out exaggerated moans as I thoroughly coat the dildo, my progress a little sloppy as I’m only working with one hand.

“I want to see you take that in your ass, pet. Show me,” Rhett orders, not a bark but close.

His arm flexes faster, and I can hear a rhythmic squelching, and I smirk. Instead of obeying, I position myself so I can press the tip of the slicked-up rubber cock against my hole. Not breeching, but just applying pressure. I don’t move the camera from my face, letting Rhett see as my eyes roll back and I sigh.

“Feels so good against my ass, sir. Just barely entering me, stretching me out. Oh, God, you’re so big,” I groan, fucking myself a little bit deeper.

I’m almost always worked up enough to take Lex’s strap on these days, but the stretch of my hole trying to take the stand-in dick is something I didn’t realize I missed. So once the head slips past the ring of muscle, I push deep, crying out at the delicious burn that’s just on this side of pleasurable.

“It’s so deep inside me, filling me up,” I pant, working the flared base out an inch or two before pushing in again, deeper still.

“My naughty little pet likes to get fucked, doesn’t he? Can’t get enough alpha cock?” Rhett replies, more of a statement than a question.

I nod, working in long strokes now, pulling the dildo almost all the way out before driving it back in again, making myself grunt and my hard cock bounce against my stomach. Precum coats my lower abs, and I try to shift to hit my prostate, but it’s hard holding the phone at the same time. But I move faster, letting my head fall back as the head of the dildo occasionally makes me see stars.

“I’m so fucking hard for you, Luc. I can’t wait to fuck your slutty little hole, to mark up that perky ass of yours with my cane,” Rhett growls, his hand moving faster.

I try to match his pace, feeling the sweat dripping off my forehead as I work. I’m close, so close—

“Hey, Lucas. What’s for…”

My head snaps up as Mateo’s voice comes from the hall. I’d left the door open, and he’s got a perfect view of my leg hitched up, phone in one hand, fucking myself with a big, black cock with the other. I freeze, not sure what to do as he keeps staring. And then he starts advancing, soft brown eyes growing dark and predatory.

“What’s going on, Lucas? Are you okay?” Rhett asks, genuinely worried.

“Hey, Coop. Just got home in time for the show, it seems,” Mateo answers, speaking before I can get my brain to unfreeze and form sentences.

I swallow as Mateo peels off his shirt, approaching the end of the bed like a lion stalking a gazelle on the savannah. I start to move, but Mateo’s growl makes me go still again.

“Looks like you’re having some trouble, Luc. Want a hand?” Mateo asks, voice husky enough to make me shiver and clench on the dildo still deep inside of me.

“Sir…” I trail off, words sticking in my throat as I look back to Rhett.

Instead of possessive heat, there’s a feral grin splitting my alpha’s face, and I still hear him stroking himself, albeit slower now. He jerks his chin, silently letting me know that this is my call. I look back to Mateo, who’s openly stroking himself through the material of his jeans, and swallow. I’ve seen his cock before, and the idle curiosity of how it would feel has lived in the back of my mind for years.

“I can watch, maybe take the phone so Rhett can have a better view. Or…” Mateo trails off, the implication clear.

I take a breath and nod eagerly, starting to pull the dildo free, but Mateo lunges forward and grabs my wrist. The movement shoves the dildo even farther into me, and I whine, arching. He guides my hand to fuck myself again, and only lets go long enough to shed the last of his clothes.

“Lucas has been a little brat for me, Mateo,” Rhett comments, that dangerously casual tone back.

Mateo chuckles and crawls up the bed toward me, his cock nearly purple and leaking already. He takes the phone from me, and I try to sit up, only to have Mateo shove my chest hard, forcing me onto my back. My legs fall to either side as he settles onto his heels between them. His thumb presses a button, and he holds the camera up, and I swallow, knowing he’s flipped to the rear camera for Rhett to see me better.

“Have you been misbehaving for your alpha, Lucas? Are you supposed to have this cock in your ass?” Mateo asks, almost laughing to himself.

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