“You’re playing dirty,” I said on a growl. “I want that. Fuck, do I want that, but I need out. I’ve been locked up in a room that reeks of sex for days now, Marcus. I need outside stimulation.”
He stilled at that. “Then come down to my playrooms, and I’ll make sure every inch of you is stimulated. Tied down to a pommel horse, a soft flogger applied to that delicious little arse, a silver bit between your teeth, tears running down your face as your muffled cries ask for more, you’d be quite the picture.”
A picture I could see all too clearly, something he noted, his smile growing cruel.
“I could work the others over for your edification. It’s been too bloody long since they’ve been disciplined. Unruly bastards.”
“Not me,” Rhys said, lying backwards and hauling me up to lie beside him. “If she wants to spank me or make me walk across the floor on my hands and knees with a stainless steel plug up my butt, I’ll do it, but you don’t top me. I’ve told you that.”
“But you’ll let the omega?” Marcus’ smile grew wider, his fangs peeking out. “Cyn, tell me yes, and I’ll make all your dreams come true.”
“Like letting me go to James Chadwick’s studio?”
Orion chuckled, rolling into me and kissing me. I was never, ever going to get used to that casual affection. My heart sucked it up like a thirsty sponge, but my head?
It wanted to go to Chadwick’s studio.
I kissed him back, because I loved the feel of Orion’s lips on mine, the way he pulled back, glancing at me as if to be sure I was still there and not whisked away like a faerie, but I did it slowly, sensually, until he groaned and pulled me closer. Something Marcus caught every second of. I rolled my eyes sideways to take in his expression, his fingers frozen at his buttons. I threw Orion back against the bed, crawling on top of him, the boys seeming to go mad when I played at dominating them. I kissed my way down his throat, letting my teeth drag against the skin.
“Fuck yes, Cyn…”
I sucked a mouthful in, increasing the suction until the blood vessels had popped, temporarily marking him. When I pulled back, Orion stared at me wide-eyed, not protesting as I kissed my way over his well muscled chest, following his happy trail down until I moved down his cock, sucking and licking his swollen knot. And then I rolled my eyes up to try and meet Marcus’.
“I see why they want you to top them, you little minx.” A hand landed on my arse, firm enough to sting a little. “If you go, you will do every single thing I tell you, in that order, without argument, omega. And then when you come back, you’ll follow my orders in the playroom as well. Do we understand each other?”
He didn’t need to ask, the command vibrating in his voice, but part of what he required from me was my choice, a flexibility I was starting to use to my own advantage.
He watched me jack Orion’s cock up and down, the alpha groaning as I worshipped his knot. I’d learned that they were super sensitive there, more so now there was an omega in the mix.
“You’ll take several security guards, one of the cars with the bulletproof glass, make sure the GPS is activated at all times. Your phone will be on and with you for the entire visit, and if I ring and don’t get through, I’ll instruct my men to bundle you up in whatever state you’re in and bring you here.”
Marcus finished setting his shirt to rights, looking the picture of a modern business man as I sucked his lover’s dick.
“But you’ll get acquainted with all my lover’s knots before you leave, because you’ll be choosing one to take today.”
“Fuck, Marcus,” Rhys growled. “Don’t do this.”
“That’s my price, with one caveat.” He held up a hand, silencing all of us. “Not Orion’s.”
“You really hate me, don’t you?” Orion snapped. “Like, I love you, but you are such a fucking cu—”
“You’ve taken his and you need more, I can feel it. I’ll always make sure you have what you need, omega, including this trip to your artist. Just don’t come back here smelling of Chadwick. If he’s what you need, we’ll step back.”
“Says you,” Brendan shot back, Rhys growling in agreeance.
“But you’ll come back here and tell me first, that’s all I ask.”
And with that, he smacked me on my arse as he strode out of the room, the door slamming shut behind him.
“High-handed bastard,” Brendan muttered. “Get up, omega, and I’ll get you some de-scenter. We’re gonna have to douse you in it to stop your artist from becoming rampant. There’s no chance he’s mated?”
“Not with the scents pouring off him. He was interested in our little omega,” Orion replied.
“But Marcus said—” I started to say.
“Fuck Marcus,” Brendan said, “or don’t. That’d put him in his place. He’d never force you, and seeing him panting on the sidelines for once would be well worth the price of admission.”
“But Marcus said,” I repeated, enunciating the words more clearly now.