“He looks so adorable and obedient, but that’s when he’s at his most devious.” Troy reached out and let his fingers slide over Oliver’s ear, playing with his hair. “That’s when he usually desperately needs a spanking. He needs help remembering to be good. Don’t you?”
Oliver gave a jerky nod, leaning into Troy’s touch. “Oh, yes. I need lots of help.”
Bryce’s hand tightened on his fork, and he knew the other man was desperately trying to behave in the restaurant. He was making it too easy on him, though. That would have to change. He leaned in close to Oliver’s ear, all the while watching Bryce, letting him see the heat that was building, and whispered, “I think you need to tell Bryce more about that spanking.”
Oliver gave a breathy whimper. “Sometimes it’s hard to remember to be good, Sir. I need to be bent over your lap and have my bottom spanked until it’s red.”
“How do we spank a naughty sub’s bottom?”
“When it’s naked, Sir. You have to pull down my pants and see what you’re spanking.” Oliver squirmed in the seat and a quick glance downward, which let Troy see how hard his boy was. “No playing with yourself in the restaurant, kitten. I see that hard cock.”
“Yes, Sir.” Oliver’s breathy response was to Troy, but he was looking at Bryce. “I have to ask permission to touch my cock. But he’s so good to me that he almost never tells me no.”
“Because you ask so nicely, kitten.” Troy growled the words out, loving the way both men reacted to his words. “What are you thinking, Bryce?”
There was a long pause when he thought Bryce might not answer. He looked at Troy like he was having some kind of discussion in his head. But then Bryce seemed to make the decision to share his thoughts because he leaned back in his chair and reached out to play with his glass. The small nervous fidgeting spoke louder than his silence. “I was envisioning both of us having to ask you to play. Thinking about how it would feel to be caught in that moment of wanting to…say, spank Oliver…and knowing that I not only have to talk to you about doing anything to myself but have to ask to control Oliver. It’s hard to think through—”
“But it’s so hot.” Oliver broke in, seemingly unable to control himself. “You having to call Troy while he’s out at work or running errands. Then he could give you instructions for both of us and you would get to carry them out.” Oliver shivered, loving the fantasy he was building up in his head. “He would give you permission to touch me or to spank me. God, it would be so…”
“I’m with him on it.” Troy knew the words came out dry as he cocked his head toward his dramatic sub. “I think it’s hot, but we’d talk about what parts you liked and what parts didn’t fit within your limits. It’s going to be about compromise. Not just what I, or the drama queen over there likes.”
Bryce gave them both a slow nod, fighting a little grin. “It all comes down to communication, firsthand knowledge, and seeing what works.” He picked up his fork, giving them a heated look. “I think we’ve started the communication process. Working on the physical side should probably be next.”
Chapter 6
Oliver
“Thank god!” He hadn’t meant for that part to come out so excitedly, but he couldn’t help it. He’d been dreaming of being topped by both of them for weeks. If they were dominating him at the same time, and he thought that was what Bryce was suggesting, it would be even better. “Sorry. I’ll behave.”
Being naughty enough to get a spanking was one thing, but he didn’t want to drive both of them bad-crazy. That wasn’t the goal. He just liked making them both a little nuts. Doms, in general, seemed to be so serious, and Troy fit that mold to a T. Bryce wasn’t as bad, but Oliver still thought he needed to relax a little, or he was going to give himself a heart attack worrying about everything.
Bryce coughed, trying poorly to cover a laugh, but Troy just rolled his eyes and shook his head in a you’re-going-to-regret-that way. Oliver couldn’t decide if he was looking forward to that or not. With Troy, it was hard to decide sometimes.
As their relationship had transitioned from traditional to something closer to full-time Master and submissive roles, pushing Troy’s buttons had gotten more fun, but sometimes, Troy had the most incredibly devious mind when it came to punishments. Thinking about it made a tingly sensation shoot down his spine again, right to his cock.
He squeezed his legs together, trying to relieve the pressure somehow. He didn’t even realize he’d closed his eyes until he heard Bryce’s voice coming from right next to him. They’d put Oliver in the corner of the round booth. At the beginning of the meal, there had been plenty of room between him and the Doms, but somehow they’d both worked their way closer, first Troy, then Bryce.
“Are you supposed to be doing that?”
He tried for innocent. “Doing what? I’m just smelling the food and talking to you guys.”
“Naughty boys don’t get orgasms. You want to be touched and get to come, don’t you?”
The sinfully rich voice had wicked thoughts running through Oliver’s head. “Yes, please.”
“Then stop playing with your cock, kitten.” Troy growled out the words on the other side of Oliver. He was sandwiched between the two sexy men and it was making it hard to think.
“Yes…but…yes…I…no, I won’t…” He took a deep, stuttered breath and tried to get things to make sense in his head. He finally went with something easier. “I’ll be good.”
He could say that in his sleep; it didn’t mean he actually meant it, though.
Bryce’s low chuckle told Oliver he might have guessed that. “We’ll see. Right now, you need to open your legs a little. I don’t want you trying to rub that pretty cock of yours.”
Oliver nearly purred. Bryce thought his cock was pretty? He opened his eyes, watching Bryce out of the corner of them. “You think it’s pretty?”
“Beautiful. When I saw you strapped down to that table with your cock straining and begging for attention, it was the most incredible thing I’d ever seen. You have no idea how hard it was to stop myself from going up to the stage.” Bryce’s sincere words were hot and erotic but, in a way, sweet as well.
“I’ll be good.”
