Page 101 of Xerxes Ascendant
The submissive had to dance to the side to avoid Akira, who entered the showers at the same time he was leaving. The Master didn’t seem to even notice him, for his gaze was fixed intently on Kyle.
“Miles Mackenroth, making beds and cleaning cum from the walls,” he said in disbelief, shaking his head. “I never thought I’d see the day.”
“Certainly a change of fortune for him. But he’s adapted surprisingly well.”
“I don’t mean to open old wounds, Kyle,” added Akira as he moved closer, clearly struggling to get the words out, “but why would...”
“Why would I forgive him so easily and not you?”
He clenched his jaw and then nodded. Kyle was painfully aware of Akira’s every movement; each rise of his chest, each shift of his arms.
He lifted a hand to rest it on Akira’s cheek.
“Because I expected more from you,” Kyle breathed. “Call me unfair, but I hold you in the highest regard, Akira Miyasaki. You are a good man, and your actions called into question everything I thought I knew.” He shrugged, awkward. “Miles was just an average Upper dickhead.”
Akira exhaled into his skin.
“That’s not unfair,” he whispered. “I’m still so sorry.”
“It’s forgotten.”
They stared at each other, understanding passing between them. With each second that Akira gazed at him with love in those gorgeous brown eyes, Kyle’s heart lightened.
And suddenly in the mood for causing a little mayhem when he spotted Ben slouching back into the shower room with empty hands, he waved him over.
“Hey, Ben, Adam,” Kyle called, noticing the other submissive leaving one of the shower stalls with a towel tucked around his waist. Adam looked much more alert than he had a few minutes ago, and had seemingly regained some of that limitless energy as he bounded over to them with a wide grin. He shook his head like a dog, water droplets flying everywhere and making Akira glower at him.
“Yes, Sirs?”
“We had a box of candles delivered earlier,” Kyle told both subs with an easy smile.
“We saw it,” Ben said curiously. “For wax play?”
“Indeed. Now, the House Dominants have been instructed they’re not to use them outside of client appointments,” said Kyle, curling an arm around Adam to tug him close and planting a kiss on his damp forehead, and then doing the same with Ben so all three of them were huddled together like co-conspirators. “If you can get them to disobey, they’ll be in for severe punishment.”
Adam’s eyes glittered with mischief. “Understood, Sir.”
The pair of submissives vanished through the doorway without another word.
Akira sighed. “Deliberately encouraging non-compliance is not appropriate manager behaviour, Kyle. Perhaps I should haveyoupunished.”
Kyle scoffed, unfazed. “With a pain slut like Ben involved? He’ll do everything he can to undermine their efforts in the hope that he receives a beating from the Doms instead. It’ll be fine.”
Then he paused, grinning. “Punishme, huh? You just want me on my knees for you, Master.”
“That I do,” Akira agreed readily. His gaze was hungry, devouring Kyle where he stood.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Kyle purred. He ran his hands down Akira’s fine suit and lowered himself to the floor until he was kneeling before his boss on the slick, wet tiles. “All you ever have to do is ask.”
Akira instinctually arched his hips towards him, brown eyes dilating in visible lust.
“I’m asking,” he breathed. “Please take me into your mouth.”
“Is that an open invitation, Master?” Misha called out cheekily, peeking his head out from one of the other shower bays.
Kyle threw his friend the middle finger without looking, but Akira swayed on the spot, appearing uncharacteristically flustered. Had he not realised they weren’t alone? Was his boyfriend so distracted by Kyle on his knees that he’d fumbled his usual pretence of knowing every-fucking-thing?
How delightful.
