Page 102 of Piece Us Together

“Nope,” Maison says, cutting him off. I shoot him a look that he unfortunately doesn’t see. He just weaseled his way out of finishing that conversation, the lucky jerk. “Good morning.”

I let myself sigh once, dramatically, then force the whole conversation into the back of my mind for later and give Hunter a sunshiny smile. “Good morning, sir.”

Hunter eyes us, calculating. I wouldn’t be surprised if he sees right through us. I wouldn’t be surprised if he could tell exactly what our conversation was about, and not because he was eavesdropping. He’s so good at knowing. Scary good, as Maison would say.

Does he know we’re falling?

Is he too?

“Well then,” he says after a few seconds. “Shall we figure out breakfast? I hear we’re only two movies away from anotherCaptain America. I’m hoping Cap makes another handsome friend like Bucky. Or I’m hoping Cap walks around shirtless. Or both, actually. I’m down for both.”

I have to bite back a smirk. He doesn’t know Bucky is still alive. I hadn’t realized today would be when he finds out. I can’t wait to see his face.

I can’t wait to beg him to fuck me after watching Bucky in that sexy-as-sin outfit, stalking around like he’s about to tear someone—me, please, thank you—apart.

“Eggs?” I ask since they’re fastest.

Hunter chuckles. “Sure. Let’s have eggs.”

Sometimes I forget Hunter is a sadist. He’s been going relatively easy on me. Or, more accurately, easy on Maison by way of me. He’s only shown little peeks of it, skirting the edge of the more intense stuff, testing the waters.

Now, settled at the edge of the bed with a waist harness of rope that dips down to bind my cock and balls almost painfully tight, a softly vibrating plug in my ass, a back covered in warm-up marks from a flogger, and Maison’s cock in my mouth—all of thisafterIron Man 3butbeforeWinter Soldier, regardless of how much I begged for us to get to continue—I’m remembering the whole sadist thing.

The vibrator turns up. It distracts me just long enough for me to miss Hunter grabbing the flogger again. The leather slaps heavy against my ass. It hurts worse now that he let me have a break. I shiver with the intensity of the pain, trying to keep myself from begging for more. I’m already in enough trouble after the complaints about taking a break.I just wanted to see Bucky Barnes, okay?A guy haspriorities.

“Am I boring you?” Hunter asks just before his fingers pinch the abused flesh of my ass cheek. I jerk forward, choking myself on Maison’s cock. Maison’s hand grips my hair and keeps me there instead of letting me lurch back. It startles me, almostmaking me gag for the first time in years. Hunter laughs. “That’ll entertain him.”

“Does he need to hurt you more, baby?” Maison asks. It’s hot. Later I’ll be mind-blown about how good he is about the pain thing when it’s Hunter delivering it, but I’m way too turned-on right now. I rut my stupid, bound cock against the bedding even though I know it’ll be fruitless. They both laugh at me. My face burns with the humiliation, my cock throbbing in sympathy. “I think he needs more, Hunter.”

“Well, can’t tell our boy no, can I?”

I have just long enough for my mind to snag onour boylike it always does.

Then I’m hit with something that has a much sharper bite.

I pull off of Maison’s cock, him allowing it the moment he realizes what I’m trying to do. His eyebrows bunch together in concern. I ignore it, looking over my shoulder just as Hunter brings the flogger across my ass a second time. I manage to stop the shout of pain, but I can’t stop the small whimper that follows it. “That’s a different one.”

He smirks. “Good boy. Yes, it is.” He swings it again. I flinch a second before it hits, which means my stupid muscles are tense, only making things worse. It stings. It fucking stings alot.

Tears burn my eyes. Hunter tilts his head, not looking concerned, just curious. “Color?”

“Green, sir,” I gasp, turning my head away. It was the surprise that got me more than anything. Then the tensed body, which always hurts more than when you’re relaxed. I can handle a flogger that’s less thud and more sting. It just threw me off. I look up at Maison to see he’s still worried. “Green, Mais. It’s good. It’s—” I pause, sucking in a rough breath when the tendrils slice across my ass again. It’s a white-hot kind of pain.And I thought him not letting me watch Winter Soldier was sadistic.

“What were you saying?” Hunter asks, sounding amused.

Maison looks relaxed again, palming his cock with one hand while running the fingers of the other hand through my hair. I whine and press into his touch, then press my face into his wet cock. He chuckles as I nuzzle my way to the tip and get my lips around it. Hunter hits me again just as I swallow Maison’s cock down.

I don’t know which one of us moans louder.

“You can hump the bed all you want, darling. I don’t think that rope is going to let you finish.”

I don’t understand what he’s talking about until I realize I’m working my bound cock against the bed again. This time is different than before. It’s not leisurely. It’s not just a warm pleasure. It’s jerky and desperate, a fire inside threatening to drive me mad.

The vibrator is turned up.

I sob against Maison’s cock.

“You know what? I think we should play a game.”

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