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Leon slid his hand over mine. “It’s okay, darling,” he murmured. “You’re not in trouble. You didn’t breach anything. We just wanted to let you know that we know to and ask if you had any questions or concerns.”

I shook my head. “No. None. Who you know is not my concern. I don’t care if you know them or even if you like them or not. It doesn’t change anything for me.”

Marek smiled. “We like them just fine.”

“You’ve been to Nolan’s place?” Leon pushed. “That’s where the photo was taken.”

I nodded. “Many times. It’s where Benji’s staying, so we go there to see him. But Nolan’s not even there most of the time. We just go and hang out. On the balcony, usually. I’ve never been to Dominic’s house. I have no reason to go there.”

“It’s okay,” Marek said. He came to kneel in front of me. “You’re not in any trouble. We just wanted to hear it from you, and now we all know about it, there’ll be no more surprises, okay?” He fixed my skirt and gave me a smile. “Nothing changes here, okay? You felt anxious and thought you were in trouble?”

I nodded, feeling better but still a little uneasy. “Yes.”

“You didn’t like it, did you?” Leon asked.

I shook my head quickly. “No. I thought you were going to terminate the contract. I don’t want to displease you. Either of you,” I said, looking at Marek. “I need this. What you both do for me.”

Marek smiled up at me. “I know you do. You need it like we need it.”

Leon hummed. “Do you feel better now, sweet boy?”

I nodded quickly and gave him a smile. “Yes, thank you.”

He looked at my hands. “What have you got there?”

I opened my hand to show him the small remote control on my palm. Leon took it. “Ah, I see. Would you like me to activate it for you, sweetheart?”

My breath left me in a rush of relief. “Yes, please. Should I kneel on the floor for you, daddy?”

Marek put his hands on my knees and spread them. His eyes went to my lace-covered cock. “No need, pretty boy. Not this time.”

Leon lifted the remote control and switched it on.

TWO

MAREK AKHURST

Nothing turnedme on more than watching Leon work Kylan over.

When he activated the vibrating butt plug, the way Kylan arched and threw his head back. The way he welcomed the sensation, how his entire body reacted. His skin prickled all over, his nipples pebbled, his neck corded, his mouth open, eyes closed, hands clawing at the sofa.

And the way Leon teased him, lightly skimming his hands over Kylan’s chest, his tiny waist, making Kylan hiss and whimper.

When he tweaked his nipples, kissed him deeply, rubbed the lace that barely contained him, rattled the butt plug before pulling it out. The way that boy arched his back, yearning for more, begging and pleading for Leon to please, please fuck him.

And my god, the way Leon lifted that pretty skirt and sunk his cock into that tight little arse.

The way Kylan gasped and moaned, almost sobbing with sweet relief as Leon began to fuck him. Slow at first, but long and deep, taking him to that place he needed to be.

That place where nothing existed but pleasure and praise. It was a high, an ecstasy he could get nowhere else.

I understood that all too well. So did Leon.

It was why we chose Kylan.

The first time had been a one-off fluke. We’d been at 180 and walked out to find a petite boy on the corner of Wylde and Oxford. We’d asked him if he’d be interested in double the money and he was more than eager.

And earn his money, he did.

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