Feral King (The Dominant Bastard Duology 1)

She wanted to argue with him, but she had the feeling undermining his authority would be end in punishment, and not a light one. Rightly so.

“If I let you do this,” she said to Severin, gazing up at him earnestly, “I’m afraid it will make you think I lust after him, which I don’t. I have...feelings.”

“Feelings?” Severin asked, as though not familiar with the word.

She groaned, knowing saying her next words aloud were going to be a mistake. “I have feelings for you. I don’t want to jeopardize what we have by obeying your order in this.”

Real smooth, Minnow. This is where he freaks out and bolts again.

He blinked at her as though she was speaking a language he didn’t really understand. Maybe she was.

“I’m doing this for what we have. You deserve a dominant who knows what he’s doing, not a fumbling teenage boy.”

She spread her knees and pouted up at him. “You already know exactly where my clit is. That’s more than what a lot of men know.”

“Nice try.” He lifted her down and guided her to the leather ottoman coffee table and pushed her belly down. “So will you do this for me or not, Ro?”

“You’re asking me to fuck your hot girlfriend?” Rodrigo snorted. “Like I haven’t done it mentally several times since I got here?”

“Asshole.”

“Hey, if she was mine you’d do the same.”

“Touché.”

“You know, this is exactly what I was thinking of when you bought this table,” Rodrigo murmured. “Miss Korsgaard is much prettier on it than the girl I’d envisioned at the time.”

“This isn’t at all what I was thinking when I bought it.”

“No?”

“Of course it was what I was thinking, you idiot.”

Rodrigo choked out a laugh that was far too lighthearted for the situation Minnow was about to be in, as far as she was concerned.

Men.

As Rodrigo’s mirth calmed, Severin handed him a set of ropes. Where had he hidden those? Sneaky jerk.

A small sound of protest slipped out, when Severin spread her legs, but she cooperated. He tied her thighs to one set of ottoman legs as Rodrigo tied her wrists to the other two. With her whole belly and chest supported, she could have taken a nap if she wasn’t naked and being admired by two hot guys with impressive bulges in their pants.

Rodrigo moved behind her to stand near Severin, who seemed to be admiring his handiwork.

“She keeps begging for sex instead of asking how to please me.”

Rodrigo tsked.

“It’s her selfish little cunt’s fault, I’m sure,” Severin continued.

“The submissive always claims it’s not their fault. It’s our job to teach them otherwise.”

Minnow ground her teeth in frustration, but knew better than to offer a rebuttal.

They both shifted to the floor. At least the area rug under the table was plush.

Hands rubbed her back, and she relaxed into the chestnut leather, breathing it in. The bench was so well padded the upholstery tacks didn’t dig into her skin.

“Sexy little pussy,” Rodrigo said to Severin. “Hopefully I fit.”