Tallis puts his hand on Oliver’s shoulder to still him, and they share a look. “You have to ask for what you need, little one, remember? Do you want Daddy to touch your sweet and juicy cock so we can watch you come?”
“Yes, please!” Oliver squeals, turning his frantic gaze to me. “Please, Daddy. I want to come for you. I’ll be so good, I promise. Please, please!”
“Shh, it’s okay, baby,” I assure him. “Well done for using your words. I can touch you now. Just relax.”
He’s leaking so much, I don’t have to worry about lube to smooth the glide of my hand. I wrap my fingers around his bright red, rock-hard shaft and begin to gently stroke. His chest heaves with a sob, and he drops his head against my shoulder.
“You did so good for asking,” I tell him. “Our Master is watching me touch you now. You’re so pretty for him. He loves watching you come undone and so do I. I love making you come, my little treat. You’re mine to play with, aren’t you? My special birthday surprise. Are you going to come for your Daddy and Master now? We want to see you, little treat. Your pleasure belongs to us. We own you and we treasure you, don’t we Master?”
Tallis leans in and pulls Oliver’s head back by his hair. Our boy gasps, but Tallis swallows it with a filthy kiss. “You’re ours, little one,” he rasps, his pupils blown with lust. “I want to watch you come all over my husband now. Make a mess of him. Show me who you both belong to.”
With my hand still flying over his length, Oliver’s orgasm erupts. He throws his head back as he screams, long jets of cum spurting over my hand and hitting my clothes. I don’t care about the mess. In fact, I love it. I milk him until the last drop, then cradle him to me as he sobs his little heart out.
“Good boy,” I murmur to him over and over again as I stroke his back and press kisses to his temple. “You’re such a good boy. You did so well for us. I’m so proud of you.”
Tallis moves and returns a minute later with some lotion. I encourage Oliver to rise just a bit so Tallis can massage some onto his reddened skin. The affection on my husband’s face as hedoes so is clear, just like when he was gazing into our boy’s eyes while I finished working on the laptop earlier. When he flicks his gaze at me, there’s also lust behind his eyes, and I’m sure once we settle Oliver down for a nap, I’m going to be helping him out with how horny that spanking session made him.
This all feels so right. I don’t care that we’ve only got a day left. I know that there’s more between the three of us than just the next twenty-four hours.
But I have to be patient and see if both Tallis and Oliver also come to that opinion on their own. They say that good things come to those who wait, though.
And Oliver has proved to us just how good he can be.
CHAPTER 10
Oliver
I’m notsure if this is an appropriate place to be reevaluating my whole life. But to be fair, there isn’t much else for me to be doing right now, so why not?
“Avocado maki roll, my love?” Tallis asks to my left.
August sighs to my right. “Yes, please, Master.”
I feel something move from my skin. Presumably where Tallis has lifted a bit of sushi off me and is now feeding it with chopsticks to my Daddy. I wouldn’t know, seeing as I’m blindfolded. But that was the general idea Tallis gave me when he set this scene up a little while ago.
My hands are restrained together above my head with padded cuffs as I lay on a narrow, rectangular dining table. Seeing as there was a hook ready to fix the end of the chain on the cuffs to, I assume this is usually where my Master and Daddy take meals like this.
For the first time all weekend, jealousy threatens to creep into my thoughts at the notion they’ve done this with other subs. Of course they have. I’m being ridiculous if I’m going to get in my feelings about that. Besides, the beauty of subspace is that there isn’t much room for indulging in those kinds ofinsecurities. So I inhale slowly and deeply as I drift back to the lighter state of mind I was in before.
My feet are attached to a spreader bar, making my intimate areas exposed. But so far, no one has touched me there. Tallis did hint that we could make me feel more like a prop today and see how I enjoyed that.
So far, it’s making me feel kind of hot and squirmy, kind of like when Tallis laughed at me during other scenes. It’s not humiliation in the way I imagined it. I don’t feel degraded or shamed. It’s more like…I don’t have to feel anything. I am both the table and the serving platter right now, making my Master and my Daddy happy just by existing.
I never imagined how freeing it would be.
It’s also kind of uncomfortable, but again, that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Tallis put a small pillow under my head, so my neck is supported. The wood has warmed against my skin, but it’s still hard, and my limbs have a dull ache from being stretched out.
That’s all part of the experience, though. The sensation helps me disassociate. And I’m not gagged, so if at any point it gets too much, I can use my colors to break or pause the scene. I really don’t think it’s going to come to that, however.
I knew Tallis was up to mischief when he said he’d ordered sushi for lunch. But seeing as we’d discussed this kind of set up in our very first meeting and I’d been expecting a scenario like it all weekend, he didn’t need to explain much. He’d just stripped my clothes off, tied me down, then sucked me hard until our food arrived.
August probably guessed something was going on, but acted like he was occupied while Tallis carefully displayed all the bite-sized morsels on and around my body. Somehow, I was still hard by the time Tallis leaned down to kiss my mouth before slipping the blindfold over my eyes. Then he put on an instrumentalplaylist that made me feel like cherry blossoms were slowly falling all around us and went to go fetch his husband.
It’s not like I didn’t think August would like the setup. But my skin still tingled all over when Tallis brought him in and I heard him gasp. In between mouthfuls of tangy rice, salty fish and tofu, and crunchy veggies, my Daddy has been moaning nonstop about how delicious everything is. It sounds like he’s talking about the food, but I know it’s really about me.
Well, I hope so. In a way, though, it almost doesn’t matter. He’s happy, and our Master is happy, so I’m happy.
I float peacefully, like I’m on an inflatable pizza slice basking under summer sunshine, bobbing gently in a private swimming pool. I’ve never really experienced anything like it before.