Page 58 of One is Never Enough

“Yes, Sir.” Oliver’s body starts to settle, and I massage his sensitive cock. His back goes ramrod straight, but he doesn’t move.

I lean up until I’m near his ear. “I’m going to have you crying for me, Cum drop,” I whisper. I massage harder, and the whimper that leaves his mouth has me gritting my teeth.

Vince and Zac look around the room, and Vince stands up. “I’ll take this with me and contact him tomorrow about severing ties. I’m now officially your lawyer.”

“Put it on my tab,” I say.

“You got it. Have fun,” Zac laughs.

Vince has to practically shove Zac from the room, and when the door shuts behind him, it’s like all the air has been sucked out. The tension is suffocating, and I soak it in.

“It’s too much,” Oliver pants. “Sir, please.”

I scoot my chair back and shove him to his feet. “Turn around and show me the mess you made.”

Oliver turns, and when I see the wet spot on his pants, I grab his hip and pull him toward me. I bury my face against his cock and suck on the spot. “Sir.”

“Take your pants off.” Oliver shudders from head to toe. He kicks his shoes off and then undoes his pants. He shoves them off his hips and kicks them the rest of the way off. His cock is still half hard, and I know it’s because of the plug. “Sit on the desk.” I push everything toward the back so he can scoot up and groan when he puts his feet on the desk and spreads his legs for me. I slide his shirt over his head so he’s completely naked. “Stay there. I need to take care of something first.”

I get up from behind the desk and walk over to Toby. Oliver’s head follows me the whole time. I squat behind Toby and run my fingers over the plug. “You look sexy as fuck, Dirty boy.”

“I know,” he sasses, and I slap the end of it, making him jolt forward. “Fuck, Jace.”

“Are you ever going to learn to watch that smart fucking mouth?” I know the answer before he even says anything. The answer is no because Toby likes being punished. “Oliver got to come because he’s a good boy. I’ll leave you hard all night long while I fuck with you. You’ll go to bed with an aching fucking cock, and there won’t be anything you can do about it.”

“Do what you want, Jace.” I know he was aiming for a flippant response, but I can hear the desperation in his voice. It takes a lot to make Toby beg.

I get to my feet and reach down to jerk him to stand. I drag him from my office and straight for the stairs. I hear Aiden talking to Oliver behind me and know they’ll follow. Once we get to the top of the steps, I turn toward the playroom and hear the shaky breath Toby lets out. “It’s been awhile, Dirty boy.” I pull him to the center of the room and untie his arms. “Up.” He lifts his arms above his head, and I strap the cuffs on to suspend him from the ceiling. “Assume the position,” I tell Oliver as soon as he walks in. Aiden sits in the chair in the corner and pulls Oliver onto his lap. Oliver props his feet on the arms and spreads his legs without a word.

“Jace,” Toby whispers. “Don’t hold back.”

“Do you need what I can give you?”

“Yes.”

I grab his jaw and kiss him hard. “What’s your safe word?”

“Pineapple.” I still shake my head at that, but that’s what he chose.

I strip from my clothes and roll my neck to get in the right headspace. I walk to the wall and grab the whip that always marks his tattooed skin up so good. Toby’s breathing speeds up when he sees what’s in my hand. I walk around behind him and flick my wrist without warning. The first strike hits on his ass, and he jerks against his binds. Watching Toby’s muscles bulge under his skin has always been one of my favorite parts of tying him up. The other is him trying his hardest not to make a sound. I flick my wrist three times in rapid succession, making the whip work down the back of his thighs.

“I want to make you come like this,” I muse. “From just the plug, the whip, and the pain.”

“Shit,” Toby pants as I work my way up his back.

“But I want to bury myself inside you. Is that what you want?” Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

“Fuck yes.”

“Do you want my cock, Dirty boy?” Smack. Smack. Smack.

“Yes!”

“Say the words.” Smack. Smack. Smack.

“Goddamnit,” Toby grits out. “Please.”

“Not good enough.” I let my instincts take over, and it’s like the whip is flying by itself. The skin on his back, ass, and thighs redden under his tattoos.

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