“Turn around,” he growled.
I swallowed my defiance. Now wasn’t the time to be a brat. The look on his face told me how angry he was, and I accepted my part in it. Because I couldn’t walk away any more than he could.
Giving him my back, I turned and unbuckled my belt, followedby the button on my slacks. I knew what he wanted, and I was a willing participant in my own punishment. Removing my belt from the loops, I placed it on the table in front of me. Then, I released my zipper, letting my pants and underwear fall to the floor.
I grabbed the belt and held it behind me. When Tony took it from my hand, I leaned forward, bracing myself on the table. My head hung between my shoulders as I waited expectantly.
My body tensed when I felt the smooth leather he had folded in half slide across the back of my legs. Tony kicked my feet further apart and reached between them. He stroked my dick a few times and commanded, “You do not come until I tell you.”
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered, knowing I would fail. Ensuring further punishment.
His hand smoothed over my ass as a crowd gathered around us. Men stood in my line of sight, their dicks in their hands as they smiled in anticipation of my humiliation.
When the belt struck my ass, my body lurched forward, but I didn’t cry out. Not here. Never here. This was a show. This wasn’t for me, or even for Tony. This was for everyone else and I would suffer in silence while he made his statement clear.
I kept my whimpers quiet as much as I could while Tony laid the leather strap of my belt across my ass. The crowd counted out loud ten times as they caressed their dicks in time with the impacts until Tony stopped and placed the belt back on the table.
I heard the thump of him falling to his knees behind me, the feel of his hands as he spread my ass cheeks and the heat of his breath as he leaned in and licked my ass.
My elbows buckled at the intrusion and my forearms hit the table. This was when I let go with a moan. This was my part. To accept my punishment, and reward Tony for his discipline. To let the crowd see how well he took care of me.
It wasn’t a hardship, this part of the act. To revel in the feel of his tongue in my ass as he prepared to dominate me again and fuck me in front of everyone. No, this was also my reward.
“Tony, please,” I begged into my elbow, just loud enough for him to hear, as my head rested on the table.
Satisfied I was ready, Tony stood. He leaned over my back and rubbed his hard cock against my ass, whispering, “You. Are. Mine.” Then he slammed his dick inside me.
The crowd roared as my cries echoed around the circle that had formed. I grabbed at my hair as Tony pummeled me, knowing I couldn’t reach down and stroke myself. I was desperate to be touched. Desperate for his hands to be anywhere other than my hips as he held me in place.
I was jealous of the men who surrounded us as they pleasured themselves at my expense. When the first plop of cum hit the table beside my head, Tony grabbed my throat and pulled me up against him.
His snarl at the man who’d had the audacity to try to mark his property had them all taking a step back. Distancing themselves from me. And that was when I lost. The sound of his ownership, of his claim over me, ran through me like a freight train.
My dick erupted, my own release splashing against the table, and Tony whispered in my ear, “You’ll answer for that upstairs, Simon,” before he thrust three more times, emptying himself inside me with a loud groan.
I smiled as I laid my head back against his shoulder.
“I love you, Tony.”
Chapter Eight
Matlock
I pulled into Simon’s driveway and turned off the ignition. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly, my knuckles were white. Seeing Freddie wink at Simon set something off inside me.
Simon flirted with everyone, especially my brothers. He did it to get a rise out of me, to push me into coming out. It never worked. At least not here. It worked at the club, because the club was a place I could be myself. Where I wasn’t judged for who I wanted.
But Simon hadn’t flirted with Freddie. He’d sat there stunned at what was happening. Freddie decided to take his life in his hands today and it didn’t go unnoticed. And it wouldn’t go unpunished.
“Get out,” I growled.
Simon didn’t say a word. He opened the door and climbed out. He didn’t wait for me; he went inside, ignoring the rage that was running through me.
Maybe avoiding it was a better way to phrase it. Simon knew exactly what I was capable of when I was jealous.
I sat in the SUV for a few more minutes trying to calm my anger. I wasn’t mad at Simon. I mean, I was, but not because of Freddie. Simon was gorgeous. He was tall and fit. He was strong and sexy. I couldn’t fault men for looking at him. But fucking touching, that was a different story.
I climbed out of the vehicle and made my way inside. Simon sat in the corner of the couch and stared out the window. I rubbed my chest; the ache of seeing him like this did me in. I sat down beside him and pulled his legs across my lap.