Page 20 of Ruin
He was a cruel master, with the same high expectations he set of himself, which made me only want to save him better every time. To help him locate that inch of humanity and lock it down into his soul, piece by piece. He loved the push and pull of our games, his actions harder and colder the more I tried.
But it was when he broke, losing control and fucking us both into bliss covered in a cold sweat I knew I’d pleased him.
Damon was far more fun and cheeky, but no less intense. If Demon served up a tray of pain and torture, Damon countered with a platter of pleasure. Both left me weak and useless at the end of every session.
From the feel of both shots roiling in my stomach, numbness already spreading over my limbs, I knew tonight would be brutal.
And I looked forward to it.
The bitter aftertaste sat on my tongue. I sucked on my lime to clear my mouth. “What the hell was that?”
“Chartreuse.” James passed me another wedge and a glass of water. “Double or nothing, Kiera. You’re going to need it tonight.” Pity flickered in his eyes for a moment, then excitement. I wondered how much he knew of our trio. “Serving two masters is daunting, but it’s so fucking rewarding.”
The tall Korean was a switch. I asked Damon when I saw him kneeling for a girl in leather pants once. Being on top scared me. I liked our little trio exactly as it was. I still struggled with the concept of serving and dominating in any random combination at any time.
But that’s how James was, and playing with a pair of twins, who liked to torment the fuck out of me, who the hell was I to judge anybody else’s kinks?
“Who do you play with?” My curiosity won out.
Behind us on the stage, a submissive cried out, a sound of desperation and release at once. I wondered if the twins would ever showcase us. Demon was too private to even attempt asking.
However we wanted to play, we would do it together.
They said they had abandonment issues, and I wasn’t going anywhere. They’d worked hard to find the right plaything, and no part of me wanted to let either of them down.
James shrugged. “No regular partner at the moment. Sometimes I fall in love with being a switch. Sometimes I hate it. I can’t change the way I am, though, nor would I if I had a choice. Boss has got some sort of project for me. I’ll try that until the next thing comes up.” His gaze wandered across the bartop, lighting on a couple a few seats up, speaking quietly and intimately despite the club roaring around them.
Loneliness lodged in his gaze, and my heart swelled for him. Both my boys knew that feeling all too well.
“As in a Dom?”
One perfectly arched eyebrow rose. “Who the fuck knows. I’m just an outcast here.” He swept the bar clean, removing my paraphernalia, and nodded to the staircase. “You should get going before you can’t walk down the stairs.”
I flushed as heat worked its way through me, and I gave a little gasp.
“Don’t you fucking come on my barstool.” James was in my face, his hand wrapped around my collar, his mouth a breath from mine as he leaned over the bar to command me.
There’s that switch in a perfect showcase.
James growled, though heat rose in his gaze as he stared into my eyes. “Get down there and serve your fucking masters.”
I trembled in his hold, swallowing and almost coming on the spot. From the way his fingers flexed around my throat, I got the impression that he knew exactly what the fuck he was doing. My, “Yes, Sir,”came out in a squeaky, tinny voice.
I scrambled to obey him, heading down to the lower levels that suited both my masters so well.
The only thing missing was their toy.
Epilogue
Demon
After an enormous day at work—an early surgery and the paperwork that came after—I walked into the townhouse I shared with Damon to find him making out with my little plaything.
Kiera.
I licked my lips, watching them as she sighed and ground against my twin’s denim-covered cock. He had a surgery planned for tonight, and he shouldn’t be distracted with his …floof.
Besides, I had other plans for our house cat.