River was gonna fix it. But River was also in no hurry, and he didn’t mind that I hurt some more. He kneaded my abused ass cheeks before pushing the blunt head of his cock inside me. Then he sank in all the way and sighed in that way that said, “Fuck, that’s it. This is what life is about.”
“We’ll make you a spot on the floor whenever you need it.” Daddy patted my head. “And you trust us to pick you up later, don’t you?”
I nodded and kept sucking. The latter, trusting them, was exactly why the floor was suddenly a lovely place to be. Because I did trust them, and they made me believe that I didn’t deserve this position for the wrong reasons.
Closing my eyes, I suppressed the flinches and urges to whimper whenever River touched a particular hurty spot. His chest hair against my sore back was not pleasant. But it was part of it. Him taking from me, him putting his pleasure first, him objectifying me.
“Daddy?” I said, flicking my tongue over the wet slit. “I think River likes fucking his little dog.”
“You know what? I think he does, too.” Daddy guided me over his cock, and I noticed his breathing picking up. “All dogs need a purpose. This is yours.”
I nodded because I totally agreed with Daddy.
I wanted this to be my purpose forever. I wanted to hurt for them forever.
I let the moment steal me away, and I savored every second and every pain and every sound. My Owner’s grunts with each thrust, and my Daddy’s heavy breathing as I swallowed his long, thick cock.
Thirteen
Reese Tenley
“Daddy,” Shay whined. “This is unfair. Now Kit is in the pool too!”
“I hear what you’re saying. You think I should tell Colt to beat Kit as hard as I beat you. That way, none of you can go into the pool.”
“What the—no.” He balked at me.
I smiled and took a playful bite of his ass.
That made him yelp and wince in pain.
This sunbed had never gotten so much action as it had since Shay entered our lives. It was a terrific place to recover from last night, with the exception that he complained every time someone new jumped into the water, which he couldn’t do. He’d have to wait a day or two, depending on how his marks healed.
River returned from the supply shed with a popsicle for Shay and reclaimed his spot next to our boy. I stayed near the foot of the lounger, sprawled out comfortably on my side, with Shay’s ass within reach. I’d just reapplied lotion to his back, ass, and thighs, and it was fucking impossible to stop touching him.
Poor boy couldn’t even sit up properly. He had to lie on his side or stomach.
And he had to stay naked, much to my pleasure.
He had the sexiest little bottom, tight and soft, with flesh I wanted to sink my teeth into.
It was even more beautiful today. I ran my fingers over the multiple welts, some thin and more pronounced, some looking more like scrapes, some wider and fainter. Perfect pattern. Perfect colors. Reds, pinks, and purples.
He snuggled up with his popsicle in River’s arms, both of them cuter than words. Shay was bringing out a softer side in my brother, something only I had been privy to in the past, and I loved seeing it. It felt right.
“Want some?” Shay held up the red popsicle for River.
He lifted his head and bit off a piece, causing Shay to splutter a laugh.
“Who bites popsicles? You’re nuts.”
River smirked and shrugged, getting comfortable again.
The dozen or so people around us, in and out of the pool, were easy to ignore when I had these two with me. Shutting out the world was another thing River and I had only shared with each other, but including Shay felt natural.
Now I just had to pace myself before we made the boy ours permanently, on every level, because that was the missing piece.
* * *
“Shay and Ivy are back,” River said, leaving the spot by the window. “I’ll let them know where we are.”
“Might as well do our meeting with Shay now.” I fired off another email—only twenty-something to go.
River nodded in acknowledgment and walked out of our office. Said office as well as the kitchen were tucked away in the eastern corner behind the dressing rooms in the main house, and it wasn’t easy to find us here if you’d only explored the club area in the past.
We’d saved these two areas when we’d bought the place, so the office and the kitchen were the only rooms that didn’t look like they belonged in a haunted house. Instead, Ivy and another sub, Gretchen, had gone nuts at Pottery Barn.
River and I had instantly returned the two sofas the girls had bought for the office. For one, we didn’t fucking need decorative sofas in here. For two, they’d been uncomfortable as shit. Offices were supposed to have shelves, cabinets, a desk, a desk chair, and two visitor’s chairs. Period.
I’d lost count of how many times Ivy had tried to bring in plants. There was currently a half-dead fern in the corner by the window, and I didn’t see it surviving the summer. Ivy was going on a two-week vacation to Mexico soon, so no one would remember to water the damn thing.
“Print,” I murmured to myself. All the membership payments for August had been processed and were ready to be archived and forgotten. Fuckin’ A. Worst part of my job, definitely. I fucking hated paperwork.
While the printer behind me came to life, I opened up a new email to Colt. He was coming down alone tomorrow to help River and me with the fighting
