Page 21 of Bound to Two Bears

Carson eyed Royce, who looked less than amused.

“It’s too soon,” Royce repeated.

“Let him be the judge of that,” Jared replied.

With a huff, Royce reached above the ledge of the doorframe and withdrew the hidden key. He handed it to Jared, who made a great show of opening the locked door.

Once it opened, Carson looked through the darkened space. Glints of light glittered here and there from the hall beyond, but he couldn’t make much out. Jared reached for a switch on the wall, and light emblazoned the room.

A playroom.

BDSM furniture filled the space, from padded spanking benches to a Saint Andrew’s Cross. Chains, paddles, and an assortmentof sex toys lined shelves on one wall. Carson’s gaze didn’t know where to land, there was so much to look at.

He’d performed a little light bondage with past lovers, and used a few sex toys in the past, but nothing to that extreme, even though that kind of play did excite him. He often watched BDSM porn when alone but feared asking to incorporate more than a little taste of it in his real life.

Typically he’d fantasized about him using them on his female lovers, not having it turned on him. He wasn’t sure what to feel about the flip. From their dominance in the shower, he assumed he would be expected to be the one to yield to them in that room.

The thought excited him, though.

After years of being the dominant partner, of having women lie below him as he’d done most of the work, a small part of him was intrigued by the thought of having the attention focused on him and his needs. He was so used to giving pleasure, to being the one who wrought havoc on another’s flesh, he couldn’t be held down and bound without the ability to giveandreceive.

He walked along the wall of toys and brushed his fingers over a leather flogger, surprised by the softness of the leather. It likely wouldn’t feel so soft against his flesh when wielded by a bearman. Carson closed his eyes as the image of him bound to one of the benches and his ass flogged nearly pulled a moan from his lips. Heat flooded his body with an intensity that nearly scared him. When he was near Royce and Jared, his mind and body took him to places he’d never imagined before.

Suddenly, Jared was behind him, without Carson sensing the approach.

“I’d love to make your ass nice and red.”

A shiver raced down Carson’s spine. Need heightened within him, even though he’d just come twice. But the roomwastoo overwhelming, as was the desire he felt to surrender to his two bears. “I think Royce was right. This is too much.”

Jared stepped closer, brushing his hard cock against Carson’s hip. He grabbed Carson’s swelling cock and chuckled. “I think it might be just right.”

Carson’s eyes closed as Jared coaxed his cock back to rigidity. All too quickly he was ready to be satisfied. When he was at full mast, Jared used his shaft to force him to move. Dragging him by the cock, Jared pulled Carson to one of the benches.

“Kneel,” Jared commanded.

Carson stared at the bear shifter for a moment, knowing he was at a crossroads. Either he gave in to the promise of pleasure or he denied the need within. If he allowed it to happen… he’d likely do things he never thought himself capable of. He glanced at Royce. They locked gazes. There was enough heat in that stare to engulf him. Royce’s gaze traveled down Carson’s body and his tongue flickered out to brush across his lips. Lips Carson had learned intimately in a kiss to end all kisses. When that gaze traveled back up, it joined with Carson’s again, fueled by fire.

With another look at Jared’s equally intense gaze, he knew his answer. Kneeling, he needed to feel the pleasure they offered. He needed to know what the two bears could wring from his body.

Once he was lying on his belly, Jared bound his wrists in soft leather cuffs, capturing him. Sweat beaded all over his body in anticipation of what was to come. He trembled ever so slightly, his heart thundering in his chest. When his wrists were in place,the ankles soon followed, making it impossible for Carson to escape.

“Are you ready to feel that flogger now?”

Carson lifted his gaze to answer and caught sight of Royce leaning against the wall in front of him. His thick, muscled body was tense, his cock hard and extended before him. One meaty hand ran up and down the length as he watched, observing what Jared was doing to Carson. Knowing he was being watched only ignited the need. He captured Royce’s stare and nodded his approval to Jared.

“I need to hear yes, Carson.”

“Yesss,” Carson hissed between clenched teeth. He teetered on the edge of pain before the flogger ever touched his skin. His need had multiplied in a matter of seconds. Spying Royce’s desire, and his hand pleasuring himself, excited Carson to no end. The thick cock sprung from dark springy curls that traveled up in a thin line along the middle of Royce’s muscled abs. A heavy sack hung low behind the shaft, swollen with seed. He again wondered what the man tasted of and knew he’d soon learn.

Before the thought barely exited his mind, the flogger came down across both ass cheeks. A cry of pain was torn from his lips yet he immediately missed the flicker of pain. He didn’t wait long for another as the soft leather stung him across the tops of his thighs, just at the bottom of his cheeks, and he cried out again.

Royce’s lust-filled stare caught his as the pain radiated through.

“Is it too much for you, Carson?”

“Another… please,” he cried, shame filling him as he demanded more. He wasn’t sure why, but he craved the feel of the pain, just as he had when Jared had pierced his asshole and stretched him wide. “Another.”

He looked up and captured Royce’s stare again as the flogger came back down over his ass. Carson cried out, but not as loud. He soon grew accustomed to the pain, and each subsequent lick of the leather was less and less intense. “Harder!” he cried over his shoulder, needing more.

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