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He strides towards me, looking so damn sexy. “Hey, boy. Please tell me you got Knox on his back.”
“Yes, Sir, more than once.” I laugh. “I did say that I doubted I’d be able to get you down.”
“Oh, boy, you can get me on my back any time you want.” He grabs my arse and squeezes hard and kisses me, biting on my lip to the point of pain before swiping his tongue into my mouth. I whimper, leaning against him. God, I want him. “Get in the truck.” He swats my bum, and even through the fabric, it stings.
I get the feeling he wants to play hard. Will he want to go to the club? Or has he got all the toys he needs at the flat? I don’t care where we go as long as he gets his hands on me. I watch through the rearview mirror at the interaction going. It doesn’t look heated, but Saint is tense, his jaw tight, the muscle flickering as Royal speaks, then with a nod and a hug, it’s over, and Royal walks over to his car.
“Get your cock out,” he says to me without looking at me as he sits in the driver’s seat.
“Yes, Sir.” I wriggle in my sweats and push them and my briefs down enough to get my hand into my briefs and grab my cock. “My balls, too, Sir?”
He looks at me, then down to my junk and gives me a smile. “Yeah, why not. Don’t touch yourself.” He pulls away, the smile turning into a smirk. I’d be worried if I didn’t know that whatever he’s got planned for me is going to blow my mind.
We drive through the town. I’m torn between being thankful the truck is huge, and the seating is high up, stopping most passersby and other drivers from seeing, and disappointed that I can’t be seen. Saint keeps looking at me, the smirk still on his face, and it makes me happy how much he’s enjoying this.
“Are you hungry? Shall we get something to eat?” he asks, the wicked look in his eyes sparkling. “Just a drive through, Mackie-D’s?”
“Yeah, I could eat.”
We pull up, and Saint gives our order, and we drive through to pay. The guy at the till looks in and immediately turns away, a blush on his face. “Don’t mind my boy. He’s just being given a lesson.” Saint taps his phone to the reader.
The poor kid stutters out an okay and takes the card machine back inside the window.
I don’t know what message the kid relayed, but there were three guys waiting at the collection window. Saint looks at me, then them. “He’s got a tiny dick, hasn’t he? I bet yours are bigger than that skinny, little prick. I mean look at it, would you want anyone to see your knob if it was that small?”
The guys all laugh, some others come over and join in the gawping. “Anyway, thanks for laughing at him.” Saint closes his window and drives off. When I look at him, he winks. “That was fun, wasn’t it.”
“It was hot, Sir. I was gonna get a boner if we’d been there much longer.”
“I’m glad you didn’t. I don’t want to have to punish you when we’re having a good time. Now eat your burger.” He hands me the bag of food and carries on driving us home and when we stop, I start to put my junk away. “What do you think you’re doing?” he says, lifting an eyebrow.
“Um, getting out of the car.”
“I didn’t say you could put yourself away. Keep it out.” He leans over and kisses me, giving my cock a firm flick of his fingers. It’s a short sharp pain, making me gasp and my dick throb. “Such a fucking pain whore.” He laughs. Grabbing the food bag, he gets out. I unclick my seatbelt and follow him. The chilly night air hits my exposed skin, and I shiver, then stop. Saint is talking to someone.
What the fuck! We use this back entrance to his flat all the time, and I’ve never seen a single person back here. Why, on the night I’ve got my junk on display, does there have to be someone Saint knows here? I hold back, hoping the person will be leaving soon but no such luck. I hear Saint invite him in. “Hey, boy, get your arse in gear.”
I hurry up, keeping my eyes down I don’t want to know if I recognise them. When I catch up with Saint, he’s at the door to the flat, the guy is behind him laughing. “Sounds good, man. I’m up for that.”
“Say hello to Jackson, boy.” Saint lifts my chin up with his forefinger. “Don’t be shy.”
I look at his friend and realise this has been planned. Saint wants me to be seen and to be watched. I have no clue what else he’s going to ask me to do. And honestly, any nerves I had are gone, and I can’t fucking wait.
Because this is what Sir wants.
“I hear you’ve got yourself a new toy,” Jackson says as he walks into the shop. He’s my last client and a good friend, a Dom at Bound and one of the club masters—the ones that keep it all safe. “The same one that Oscar abused. I can’t believe he did that, he’s been banned from every club, y’know.”
Anger pulses through me at the memory. “That fucker is lucky I didn’t break his legs,” I growl, even though I know it’s because of what I’d said that sent Noah straight to Bound. “Yeah, his name is Noah. He works here with me. But he’s more than a toy. He’s my boy, in and out of the clubs. The guy is as filthy as me and up for anything.”
An idea pops up in my head, one that I know Noah will love. “In fact, are you busy tonight?”
“Not once you’ve got me inked up. Why, what evil torture have you just thought up?” He grins, and his eyes light up at the thought of a game.
I run through my idea, explaining Noah’s love of humiliation and dirty talk. “So, can you be back here about nine? I’ll be back from picking him up from the gym by then.”
He agrees, and I get him settled in the chair and make a start on his new tattoo.
When I reach the gym, Royal is on his way out but stops when he sees me. “Hey, brother, you here for Noah? Dad’s inside, but I doubt you want to speak to him right now.”
