Feral King (The Dominant Bastard Duology 1)

“Did you almost come just now?” Severin asked quietly.

“I –”

He arched a brow.

“Yes. When you tied me down too.”

Severin shrugged, the rest of her argument invalidated by her admission. “We should probably use her before we brand her. I don’t think we should be distracted.”

A slow, wicked smile spread across Rodrigo’s face. “I get to use her too?”

“Pussy or mouth?” Severin offered. He wouldn’t have it be said he was a bad host. He enjoyed having an extra cock to use on her, and Rodrigo always seemed to be game. Lord knew he was always complaining about not being able to find the right girl, and he wasn’t one for casual sex, so it was probably Minnow or his hand.

“But Master!” she cried, but didn’t follow that up with any actual objection.

“Hmm,” Rodrigo said as though weighing his options. He ignored her unspecified complaint as bullshit just like Severin did. “Not to be contrary, but don’t you think we’ll both be more desperate for her after we brand her?”

“We can always use her again afterward. I’m not willing to wait anymore, and it’s not like there’s anything she can do to stop us. We’ll just have to be careful not to infect her brand after I mark her.”

“I like how you think.” Rodrigo stripped off his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans. “You know you have a weird relationship with your best friend and his woman when you always bring your piercing and tattoo equipment when you visit, even if they don’t ask. Oh, and condoms.”

Severin stripped his shirt off too. He could feel Rodrigo’s gaze slide over his chest, as it sometimes did, but he knew better than to make it too obvious.

“Would you rather visit couples that offer you canapés and polite conversation?”

“I’d rather make your pretty bitch gag on my cock.”

“No,” the girl whined.

Severin moved up so he could see her face better. “No what, Miss Korsgaard? You want DP instead? That can be arranged.”

“No, Master, but you can’t just use me,” she begged, looking only at Severin.

Rodrigo smiled indulgently. “Actually, I can’t see how you’ll stop us, beautiful.”

“Did you hear a safeword? I didn’t hear a safeword,” Severin pointed out. “She knows damned well telling two sadists ‘no, please don’t’ is the worst possible fail when it comes to safewording.”

Rodrigo plucked an antique bell from one of the bookcases then pressed it into Minnow’s hand. “Your safeword, since your mouth will be full.”

Oh, right. That was something Severin hadn’t thought of.

Without preamble, Severin spat into his hand and coated his shaft with saliva, then knelt between her bound thighs and shoved into her. Fuck. She was tight, but so wet he slid in to the hilt. The girl cried out, her eyes rolling back. He felt her trying to edge away, but she was completely trapped.

“Did that hurt, beautiful?” Severin asked.

Her eyes focused on his face, and she nodded. He gave her three more ferocious strokes that left her gasping.

“Please, no,” she sobbed.

Severin’s dick spasmed, and he gritted his teeth as Minnow’s pussy clenched around him like a fist.

“Yeah,” Rodrigo cro

oned cruelly to her. “You fucking loved that.”

Severin rocked into her a few more times, then stopped to get himself back under control.

“Condom?” Rodrigo asked.