“Yes, Sir, Master Doctor Sir!”
Okay, that was about as cute as a bug’s ear.
“Good boy. Take your time.” Isaac took a few steps back, far enough to be out of the way but near enough to watch.
Neil watched as Alain pushed his sheaf of ebony hair back, bottom lip caught in his teeth.
“Not to worry, you’re not breaking any rules. I’m here.” Isaac caught Neil’s gaze and opened a few buttons on his own dress shirt.
It didn’t take anything for Alain to strip his T-shirt off, untie his ancient sweats and slowly ease them off his ass. Alain’s hands were warm enough to make his butt tighten, the response immediate.
Alain managed to get his sweats off without ever once losing contact with his skin. Sweet boy. He was something else, a compact force of nature.
Neil stood naked in front of Isaac and Alain, waiting even though he thought he knew what Isaac wanted.
“Alain, there’s a cushion over there, you may go kneel. You should have a good view.” Isaac stepped in close, gliding a hand over Neil’s chest. “And you…you know where I want you, boy.”
“Yes, Sir!”
Did Alain have to sound so damn chipper?
He moved over to the bench, chest as always a mixture of nerves and anticipation. He didn’t want to do this, but he did. He needed this, but he wasn’t sure he ought to.
Still, he did it.
Isaac deserved his respect.
Isaac gave him time to settle, then started running warm fingers over him, starting at his shoulders and working slowly down his spine. “This is just to help us remember each other, find our connection, release a little tension. That’s all. Just breathe. A nice deep breath and relax.” Isaac’s words were soft and he spoke slowly as that touch moved to Neil’s hips and over his ass.
Isaac’s voice was as much a caress as his fingers were, and Neil sank into it, let Isaac’s will cover him and press him into the leather cushions. He breathed in and out as ordered, his body thrumming with anticipation.
It started with light taps to his ass, one side and then the other, just gently at first, the touch grounding him and helping him focus. “Why don’t you remind me of your safewords, boy? Nice and clear, please.”
“Tomato and lemon, Sir.” Two things he wasn’t going to say in a scene, unless they were ordering…something with tomatoes and lemons…
Sir chuckled softly. “As if I could forget those. Alain? What are your words, little one?”
“Red and yellow, Master Doctor Sir!”
That got another chuckle. “Take a breath, Alain, before you explode.”
“Lord help me, Sir, I’m so trying. Y’all are so pretty. So pretty.”
“He’s a live one,” Isaac popped Neil on the ass and then smoothed the sting under a warm palm.
He nodded but didn’t speak. Neil had found that rhythm of breath, and he didn’t want to interrupt it. Not yet. This was what he had to have.
And Alain was right. Isaac was stunning, sharp and strong and absolutely breathtaking. Neil wanted them both in a single bed.
But Sir wasn’t focused on him that way right now. Well, he was focused on his ass but not in that way. He heard Sir testing out a paddle in the air, the swoop light but familiar. Then he felt the weight of the paddle on his back, as Sir set it down. “Can you keep still? Would you prefer the cuffs?”
“I’m solid, Sir.” He didn’t need to fight Isaac. Not today.
“Good boy. This one is yours.” Sir picked the paddle back up and started tapping his raised ass and the tops of his thighs, not hard, but constant and rhythmic, one after another. “You and I haven’t talked that deeply yet about why we do this, but we should. Soon.”
Tap. Tap. Tap. Repetitive and relentless.
“We have talked about needs though, your need to save the world, and the fact that you don’t have to here. There is no world. I am your world here.”