Tragic King (The Dominant Bastard Duology 2)

Loïc’s words were like a knife. He left them lodged in Rodrigo’s heart as he turned and strode back toward the house.

So fucking broken. All of them.

*

“You should go down to the forge and see what’s taking him so long,” Minnow said, her smile sly as she approached the deck chair he was lying on, trailed by curious puppies.

It had turned out to be the warmest day they’d had yet, and the pool being open meant he got to see Minnow in one of the bikinis he’d ordered for her.

Their relationship was strange – they were involved, and he was definitely her dominant, and yet Severin took precedence over his claim on her, but also over her claim on him. They all belonged to each other, but they had to be careful not to step on Severin’s toes.

Yet again he pushed away the memory of Loïc’s words from earlier and focused on the now. Sorting things out between the three of them would be a slow process, and he had to be okay with that.

Rodrigo grinned at her. She stared at him, her eyes widening and cheeks staining pink before she glanced away. Fuck she was a pretty girl. And the body on her? He’d almost torn her bathing suit off before she’d even made it out of the house. The tiny blue triangles were held together by strings that made her seem more naked than naked. Every lush curve needed bite marks. How she could still be shy with him was a mystery.

He rose from the chaise, catching her wrist then dragging her down onto his lap. The warmth of her sun-kissed bare skin against his own was the best kind of torture. His swim shorts and lack of a shirt didn’t provide much of a barrier between him and the swimsuit she barely wore.

Unable to resist, he slid his hand into her hair and gripped it hard, then plundered her mouth when she gasped. By the time he pulled away, she was moaning, and his hard-on was digging into her thigh.

“The last time I was down there he was covered with dirt and sweat. It was very traumatic for me.”

“Because you couldn’t touch him?”

“You know me too well.” He patted her ass over the marks he’d left. He’d caned her earlier for giving him the tiniest bit of attitude. Loïc had left him in a sour mood, and Minnow’s ass had borne the brunt of it. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore.” She bit her lip. “Contrite.” And apparently horny, from her expression and the way she was holding herself.

“If a vanilla saw all the bruises, we’d get arrested.”

“You’ve pierced my nipples and branded me, but you’re afraid someone will see cane marks?”

He flipped her face down on his lap. Although she squeaked a protest, she stayed very still. Under his fingers, the cane stripes were raised and hard against the otherwise creamy smoothness of her flesh. He explored the marks, prodding at them to make her gasp, then traced the bathing suit bottoms to where the fabric disappeared between her ass cheeks. He loved how the fabric was cut to look modest, and yet left a large helping of her sweet ass uncovered.

“I thought we were going back in the pool!”

He put her on her hands and knees between his legs on the chaise, facing away from him, then swatted her when she tried to move out of position.

“Please, Rodrigo,” she whimpered. “Loïc is around here somewhere.”

“He’ll be avoiding me for a while, I think.” Loïc’s room overlooked the side of the house, and staying with them he’d learned fast to announce himself before joining them anywhere. He was glad Minnow hadn’t seen Loïc hitting on him earlier. He was getting more insistent as time went on. Awkward. But how was he supposed to tell Severin that?

Ignoring her half-hearted protests, he followed a few of the welts with his lips, then his tongue, tasting the dried pool water on her skin, the lingering hint of her soap. He bit her between the red and blue-black stripes, leaving bite marks between them. She shivered and complained, but let him do as he pleased. His cock throbbed insistently against the fabric of his swim shorts.

“Please, Rodrigo!” Her breathing had become erratic, and she arched her back, pleading for his mouth where she wanted it. Instead of giving her what she asked for, he tugged aside the small strip of fabric and eased his thumb into her pussy. Her slick heat was torture, and he played with her, thrusting with his thumb, which apparently wasn’t enough for her, and brushing teasing touches over her clit hood until her arms wouldn’t support her anymore and she was mumbling nonsense into the padding of the chair.

He stopped and pulled his thumb from her squeezing core, ignoring her whine of protest as he got to his feet.

She groaned. “Where are you going?”

“To ask our infamous dominant for permission before one of us dies of blue balls. If he hadn’t given the order that we couldn’t get each other or ourselves off without permission...”

“He’s so distracted with the bike he’s working on, don’t count on him agreeing to abandon it.”

“Then I’d better bring you with me. He can’t ignore us both.”

He grabbed her wrist and hauled her up, then dragged her toward the forge, puppies yapping excitedly and frisking around their legs.

“Just fuck me, Rodrigo,” she begged. “Right here in the grass. Just for a minute. I swear I won’t come.”