Page 13 of One is Never Enough

Jace

Irun my fingers through Oliver’s hair, taking a second to appreciate that he’s back, and then fist his hair. “Do you understand why you’re being punished?”

“Yes, Sir.” Oliver’s reply comes out breathy, making my cock jump in my pants.

“Tell me,” I demand. I look at Toby from the corner of my eye to gauge his reaction, and he looks on board with this.

“For not trusting you, walking out, and saying things I didn’t mean.”

I jerk his head back. “Don’t lie. You did mean them.”

“At the time,” Oliver replies. “But I know better now.”

“We’ll make sure you do. Undo my pants and pull them down, but leave my boxers.” Oliver reaches up with shaky hands to do what I said. The jeans fall around my feet, and I pull Oliver’s face against my cock. “You missed this, didn’t you, Cum drop?”

“Yes,” he breathes, and his hands land on my thighs.

“Did I say you could touch me?”

His hands drift back to his lap. “No, Sir.”

I kick my jeans the rest of the way off. “Do the same thing to Dirty boy.” Oliver reaches over and shoves Toby’s sweatpants from his hips. Toby pulls them off and massages his cock through his boxers. I tip Oliver’s head back so his eyes latch onto mine. “Go upstairs to the playroom—the last door on the right. Get naked and bend over the table. Don’t touch yourself and wait for us.”

“Yes, Sir.” I help Oliver to his feet, and he goes up the steps without hesitation.

I turn to Toby, and he’s watching him disappear. “Are you okay with this?”

“Yes.” Toby turns to me. “How far are you going to push this?”

“As far as I want. You forgot your place in all of this, too, Dirty boy. I let it happen, and I shouldn’t have. You didn’t trust me to take care of you.”

“It wasn’t about that.”

“It doesn’t matter. When we get upstairs, you have no say in what happens. Do you understand?” Toby raises a brow, challenging me. I grab his throat in a tight grip and push into his face, reminding him who I am. “Do you understand?” I grit out.

“Yes,” Toby pushes out past my hold.

“Good. Go upstairs, strip, and sit in the chair in the corner. You don’t talk or look at Oliver.” I watch him struggle with that demand. He opens his mouth to say something, thinks better of it, and jerks a nod. I kiss his lips hard. “Go.”

Because Toby’s a brave little shit, he strips while walking up the stairs and tosses everything to the bottom. He turns around when he gets to the top with a grin and strokes his cock in a tight grip. I take off up the stairs after him, and he hightails into the room with a laugh. Grabbing his arm, I spin him around to face me and shove him to his knees. I hold him down with one hand and jerk my shirt off with the other. Watching his face, I shove my boxers off. “Open your goddamn mouth.” Oliver looks up from his place on the table with wide eyes. Toby’s mouth drops open, and I shove into his throat without warning, making him choke and gag. “Now is not the time for you to be a fucking brat, Dirty boy.” I hold him there until he has tears leaking down his face and saliva down his chin. I let my cock slip from his mouth. “Now. Do what I said.”

Without another word, he gets to his feet and walks to the chair. He flops in it, but he makes sure his expression is clear of all the smartass things I know he wants to say. I walk to stand behind Oliver and rub my hands up his gorgeous ass. He pushes back against me, and I smack him hard enough to make him yelp. I jerk open the drawer on the side of the table to pull out a bottle of lube and a butt plug. I rip the package for the plug open, slick it with lube, and start pushing it inside Oliver. He stretches around it, and I take a deep breath. As much as I want to punish Oliver, I have to be careful how hard I push him. Toby’s called me a sadist more than once, and I don’t think Oliver is ready for that side yet. I’m over the goddamn moon that he’s back, but I’m still so fucking angry that he didn’t trust us. I can’t let that anger override my common sense.

“Sir,” Oliver moans when the plug is deeply inside him.

“Stand up,” I order. “And turn around.” He turns to face me, and I grab what else I need from the drawer. Leaning down, I suck both nipples into hard peaks and place the nipple clamps, letting the chain dangle with the cock ring so it rubs against him. I slide it on his cock, careful only to let the ring touch him. Oliver’s face is open without a hint of hesitation. Before, you could see him holding back, but now, he’s accepting his fate with open arms. I grab his arm and lead him to the center of the room. “Arms up.”

He raises his arms above his head, and I wrap the soft cuffs around his wrists. Grabbing the spreader bar, I hook it to his ankles, spread his legs apart, and take a step back. “You look gorgeous, Baby.”

“Shut up,” I bark. “You had your chance to be involved and decided to fuck it up.” I hear Toby grumble something under his breath and decide to ignore it so I can focus on Oliver. “How much can you handle?”

“Whatever you want to give me, Sir.”

I chuckle, but it comes out deep and dark, making Oliver’s eyes widen. “You don’t know what you’re asking for, Cum drop.”

“Yes, I do. I trust you.” Those three words.

“What’s your safe word?”

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