“Goodbye, Master Brandon.” Alain gave Brandon a smile, and Peter a huge, happy hug.
“See you again soon, boy. Be good to your new Masters.” That plural “Masters” rolled off Brandon’s tongue like it was the most natural thing in the world, and Isaac had to admit it felt right to hear it.
“Yes, Sir!” Alain waved and then bounced next to him. “Are we meeting Chou for lunch, M’sieur?”
“Yes we are. I said I’d text him.” He handed Alain the paddle as they left, then pulled out his phone. “You can give him that.”
“Oh, M’sieur, are you sure? You bought it. You deserve the praising.”
He chuckled and hailed a cab. “I said you were to give it to him, not that it was from you.” And if his words had been deliberately confusing, he’d never admit it.
“Oh. Okay. Yes, M’sieur.” Sweet, agreeable boy. That was lovely, it really was, but that agreeable nature made it difficult to rattle the boy, and he was hoping to rattle Alain just a little today.
Isaac ran his fingers over Alain’s thigh in the cab. The boy was irresistible, drawing his touch like a magnet. No wonder Neil took to him so quickly; Alain was practically a siren, and he wasn’t even trying to be.
Alain scooted closer, spreading for his touch, as sensual and eager as he could be.
It was hard to believe that a sub who had been through as much as Alain had could still be this trusting and open. Granted, he and Neil had been a part of Alain’s recovery and therapy, and Neil had found the assholes that had hurt Alain so badly and put them behind bars, so there was reason to trust. Still, Cyrus had done amazing work with the boy.
“You are beautiful, boy, and I do want you.” He slid the side of his hand along the outline of Alain’s pretty cock where it hid under the boy’s jeans. “And while you and Neil, or you and I, or Neil and I may have time—formally or informally—together, I think we should keep the intimacy between the three of us. What do you think?”
Maybe he was overthinking things again, but if they were to be a “them” going forward, then he felt like the intimate moments should be shared. The D/s moments—scenes and the like—those might be different. Neil might need Dom time without Isaac looking over his shoulder. He could respect that.
“That’s what my Chou says, M’sieur. No coming without all three of us. That’s ours to share together.”
He knew that Neil would be following his instructions, but he’d check in with his boy to make sure he was also in agreement.
His phone vibrated and he pulled it out of his pocket.
I’m here and I have a table for us.
Such a good boy, his Neil. He tucked Alain closer and tried not to get impatient at the traffic. He was ready for their afternoon.
11
Alain wasn’t sure if he was on cloud nine, was about to stroke out, or was about to explode in weird joy.
He supposed it could be any of the above…
Maybe all at once.
Ka-BOOM.
Chou was standing outside a restaurant, waiting for them, and M’sieur was holding his hand like it was natural as anything. It felt right, normal, so he held on too.
“Hello.” M’sieur kissed Chou’s cheek and gave him the best smile. Warm and happy. “I thought you said you had a table?”
“I do. They’re holding it for me. It’s good to be a cop.” Chou’s handsome eyes turned to him. “Did you have a good day, Kitten?”
“Lawd yes. Peter looked so good, and he showed me all his workings.” Alain loved how smart Peter’s hands were, how clever. His were better at the cooking. “I’m supposed to give this to you, Chou.”
“For me?” Chou took the fancy bag, glancing at M’sieur before he opened it, then pulled out the simple red leather and satin paddle. Chou grinned slowly. “Well, well.”
“Padded on one side for a soft touch, leather on the other if he want a slightly tougher thud. Neither would be painful.” M’sieur winked at Chou. “But a Dom should have a toolbox of his own. This is a good start.”
Neil pinked and that smile was warm, happy as a cricket, and he gave M’sieur a good, hard hug. “Thank you, Sir. I love it. Thank you very much.”
Oh, that was…that warmed his heart and his balls at the same time.