M’sieur slowly leaned back in his chair, eyes on Chou. “You’re getting a spanking.”
“Promise?”
Alain’s eyes went wide, because that was pushing, but playful, joyful. More than that, it was hot.
“I do.” M’sieur nodded slowly, and Chou swallowed hard, cheeks going red.
“Thank you, Sir.”
Lord, they were pretty together—strong and sure, both of them. And they both looked on him with favor.
They placed their orders, and Chou ordered them a pitcher of iced tea. M’sieur picked up his glass. “Did you stop by your place yet, or do we need to do that on our way home?”
“I went to the apartment and showered, grabbed a bag of important things.” Neil leaned back and grinned. “I even grabbed my book off the nightstand. Maybe I’ll finish it this year.”
“We’ll have time at the cabin to relax. Assuming you’re not blindfolded or something, you could read.”
“If I am, I’ll make my kitten read to me,” Chou shot back.
M’sieur laughed happily. “You hear him, Alain? Do you think I should let him use you to get around my rules?” He got a wink. “Don’t answer that; anything you say will earn you a spanking from one of us.”
“No, M’sieur. I ain’t saying a word. I’m sitting here and drinking my tea.” Because spankings were fun, and he knew it.
“Good boy. Good tea.” Isaac picked his tea up and took a big sip. “What did you do at Cyrus’s when he was working with clients, Alain? How did you spend the day?”
“Sometimes I watched. Sometimes he had me reading on something. After a while he let me cook or clean on the leather stuff. I napped a lot too.” He hadn’t been bored, because he’d been recovering; he’d been exhausted.
“You like cleaning? I have a lot of leather. Boots, jackets, my enormous couch, the spanking bench…it’s never-ending. Neil usually cleans them, but I don’t think he enjoys it much.” M’sieur glanced over at Chou. “Although maybe that’s because he gets so in his head sometimes I make him clean the spanking bench with a toothbrush.”
Chou rolled his eyes. “He thinks he’s a drill instructor, kitten.”
That made M’sieur laugh. “I get to think whatever I want. That’s the beauty of being me.” M’sieur reached over and took Chou’s hand, kissed it, and put it back down with a pat.
What was the beauty of being him? Surely there was some…
Like Chou read his mind, he said, “Kitten, you get to know that we’ll take care of you, all the way.”
“Absolutely.” M’sieur nodded, turning those bright blue eyes on him. “You, lucky boy, have two Doms looking after you. You’re Neil—Master Neil’s, and you’re mine.”
“What if I’m not good enough to be y’all’s? What if I can’t take care of both you?” What if he fell in love and then they threw him away?
“Not gonna happen,” Chou stated firmly. “You’re amazing. And we’re all in the best place possible now.”
M’sieur gestured to Chou. “I can’t say it better than that. We chose you. So, everything you are right now is enough.”
“Thank y’all. I want to be good for y’all both.”
“You are.” Chou sounded all kinds of convinced.
“You’re still going to share a bite of that chicken, right? Wow.” M’sieur’s eyes went wide as the food arrived and the crunchy chicken was set down in front of him. Chou’s burger was huge, and M’siuer got a very nice salad.
“Yes, Sir. Have all you want. You a white or a dark meat fan?”
They laughed with each other around bites of food, and that was good. Food should be a happy experience. Food was important. Food filled a man’s stomach and his soul.
But the ride back in the taxi to M’sieur’s fancy apartment was even better—all of them touching and holding hands, and plenty of soft kind words. Chou sat between them and was relaxed and warm. And by the time they got home, they were ready to play.
“You can go to your cushion in the bedroom, boy. Take your new paddle with you.” M’sieur pointed for Chou, then turned to him. “Three bottles of water, little one. Then join us.”