She’d already gone into the submissive fugue he loved to coax her into, needy and wanton and desperate for anything he would agree to give her.
“If I start fucking you I’m not going to be able to stop, and then we’ll both get punished.”
He half dragged her across the lawn, pushed open the forge’s door, and stepped across the threshold from the bright spring day into the bowels of hell. The workspace was hot and smelled like metal and a million other masculine things, like sweat and dirt and maybe even s
ubtle hints of sex – and there in the middle of it, with the red glow of heated metal bathing his face in unholy light, was Severin.
When Severin glanced up for a moment, Rodrigo could tell he was in the zone. The smaller hammer he was using came down again and again on the long, thin piece of glowing metal held in the tongs in his other hand, gradually shaping it. He was working left-handed today. Rodrigo didn’t realize he’d frozen in the doorway until Minnow laced her fingers through his and drew him toward a bench after shutting the pups outside. Good thing they were well trained now and didn’t wander anymore.
“To what do I owe this visit?” Severin asked, not looking up from his task.
Rodrigo felt suddenly awkward. Severin and Minnow didn’t usually interrupt him when he was working, so why would he be as disrespectful as to think it was okay to do that to Severin? They should have left him alone until he came to the house, or at least until dinner. “We can wait.”
He tried to tug Minnow away, but she stretched out on the bench, propping her head in her hand, watching.
“I thought you were going to swim,” Severin said.
“We did for a while, but we missed you,” Minnow said. “Don’t mind us. We’re just going to perv on you for a few minutes and go back to the pool.”
“You two were fooling around and came down here to ask for orgasms.” He didn’t stop working – didn’t even look up. The play of muscle as he manipulated the small piece was glorious. Even the goggles were sexy.
“Yes, Mister Leduc,” Minnow replied, even though Rodrigo was frowning at her to be quiet. “But we can wait.”
“Rodrigo, fuck her there on the bench. Neither of you get to come until I say so.”
Rodrigo and Minnow both groaned.
“Wouldn’t you rather join us at the house?” Rodrigo asked.
“Are you going to make me repeat myself?” The question was quiet, but the implied threat made a thrill of apprehension run through him.
Obeying Severin always gave him a rush, and he’d given up trying to psychoanalyze himself. He’d been a leader growing up with friends, in school, at Columbia. He’d been dominant in every relationship he’d ever had – even in the one with his teacher in high school. But not with Severin. Sev had been ordering him around since the day they met, and although they’d had many verbal sparring matches over the years, Rodrigo always ended up doing what he was told. He couldn’t imagine anyone being able to resist a command from the bastard.
Besides, when Severin ordered him to fuck Minnow, it wasn’t exactly a hardship.
He plucked at the pretty bows on Minnow’s swimsuit, unwrapping her like the gift she was, then stripped out of his swim trunks. It was strange having Severin in the room, in charge yet not really watching or involved. Even so, Minnow was whimpering and needy, and he laid her back on the narrow bench and plunged into her with such ferocity that she cried out, her breasts bouncing with the force of his initial thrust. Her body gripped at his and her back arched.
“Slow,” she begged. “Slow, or I’m going to come.”
And then he’d probably get ordered to punish her, or he’d get to watch her get punished.
He fucked her slow, the way she’d requested, but hard enough so that every thrust made her teeth clack together. She squealed, her eyes rolling back and her body tense and shuddering beneath and around him.
“Are you trying to make her disobey?” Severin said, so close at his ear that Rodrigo startled.
“Of course not, Sir.” He gave a particularly vicious thrust and she clawed at the bench over her head, shrieking with what sounded like a mixture of pain and pleasure.
“No, please –” She ground her teeth and her pussy started to flutter around his cock, tempting him to spill into her even though he knew he wasn’t allowed to.
How could he resist coming when her body was doing its utmost to make him lose control? He’d never get past the feel of being bare inside her – something he’d never allowed himself with another woman. As close as two people could get, and yet he wanted more of her.
He kissed her, reveling in the feel of her groans in his mouth, of breathing each other’s air, of being two sides of the same coin in Severin’s possession.
She broke the kiss, pleading up at him with her wide, dark eyes.
He drove into her. She choked then cried out.
“Please let me come,” she whined. She squirmed beneath him and dug her nails into his back, then his ass, urging him deeper even though he knew better than to try to force all the way in.