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“Suspension?” I ask, glancing over at him.
He smiles. “What do you think, baby boy? Wanna try it out?”
“Fuck yes.”
Chapter Sixteen
“When mourning dress was still common practice, violet was one of the colors worn in half-mourning… This association may have come from Persephone, and the grief she bore at being taken by Hades into the Underworld; it was violets she was gathering when she was taken, and she missed the most when trapped beneath the ground.”
-Fez Inkwright,Botanical Curses and Poisons: The Secret Lives of Plants-
Ace
Looking around my work space I realize it’s the cleanest it’s ever been. Avoidance is a hell of a motivator. Letting out a long sigh I exit the lower level and head into the barn space. The door slides shut behind me with barely a sound and when I turn around you can’t tell it’s anything other than a wall covered in tools. It was the smartest thing I could have done to protect Law and Logan from any fall out should my other job become public knowledge. While it helped that I was fucking the sheriff that didn’t mean the Feds wouldn’t become interested in me.
And now with Thea around… fuck. The anxiety of her discovering what I actually do outside of fighting fires keeps building.
If Logan is right, and she really didn’t give a fuck that we killed Rodger why would she care that I kill people for a living?
Because it’s different… you enjoy the kill now. It’s in your very marrow.
Shaking my head I try to push away the dark, creeping voice of my self-doubt away. Heading out of the old barn I grab the bucket full of my last job and make my way to the pig pen. The second they spot me they excitedly waddle over with grunts and squeals. I dump the bucket into their trough. “Eat up!” Thank fuck for pigs that eat anything and everything.
As I come around the side of the structure I hear a long groan, the sound causing me to pause. My eyes travel the expanse of the pasture that sits between my work shop and the main barn. Another loud groan echoes out through the quiet air and my feet start moving towards it.
Slipping through the back of the barn I’m hit with the most beautiful sight.
“Oh daddy please!” Logan screams from the spot that Law has him fucking suspended from. His cock hangs straight down, dripping precum from the tip onto the dirt ground. His face and skin are flushed and he looks drunk on lust.
Law circles him, his jeans still on but shirt discarded. “You decided to be a brat, now you can deal with the repercussions." I watch as he trails his hand over his body before reaching down and giving Logan’s cock a hard tug.
Logan holds back a whine but I don’t miss the wince. He’s edging him on the side of pain, and Logan is refusing to safe word out. I watch for a few more moments, wondering if Law will notice the tension now ghosting over Lo’s body. Law releases his cock and goes to step around Logan, pulling his owncock from his pants. I watch as he forces the head past Logan’s lips, using the movement of the suspension to drive himself down Logan’s throat.
“Fuckkk.” He groans out. I watch for a few more moments, Logan’s body getting more tense before I finally step fully into the barn.
“Well this is something to behold.” Law looks over at me with hard eyes, our argument still boiling between us. “Tell me Law, what do we do about subs who don’t safe word when they need it?”
Law frowns, his gaze jerking down to Logan before he’s removing his cock from his mouth. “Baby boy?” Logan doesn’t say anything which is signal enough for Law. I watch as he gets Logan off the suspension with impressive speed. Logan sags with relief as soon as his feet hit the ground. Law checks the ropes he’s tied and when he’s satisfied they aren’t causing damage or issues he steps back from our little brat.
“Start talking.” Law demands.
Logan shrugs, a devious smile moving over his face that causes me to curse. “Are you fucking kidding me right now princess?”
“I don’t know what you could be referring to.” Logan says with a bat of his eyelashes.
Law looks between us, confused. “He did it on purpose so we’d be in the same place to talk shit out.”
Law looks furious but Logan shrugs. “It worked.”
“You do not put yourself in danger just to get us to talk!” Law thunders. “When we are in a scene it’s about trust on both ends, if I can’t trust you to tell me when you need to stop or take a break how the fuck can we keep doing this?!”
Logan flushes as he casts his eyes downward. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think it through daddy.”
Law glances over at me. “Do you think that was a decent enough apology?”
“Hmm… I think he can do better.” I say, moving up next to him. Logan looks between us and I see the second he realizes he made a huge mistake. “Well princess, are you going to grovel for us?”
Logan nods quickly, dropping to his knees in front of us. “I’m sorry, I promise it won’t happen again.”
