Tragic King (The Dominant Bastard Duology 2)

“It’s not up to me, preciosa,” he gritted out.

He closed his eyes, trying to force himself to think of anything other than how good it felt to be inside her, and wondered how long their dominant would make them wait – or if he’d simply deny them orgasms, like he often did. The bastard.

“Stay still,” Severin growled at his ear.

Rodrigo shuddered, his eyes flying wide, trying to catch a glimpse of Severin’s reflection in Minnow’s dark eyes, but the only thing he could see was her desperation. She’d gone motionless, as Rodrigo had, but her cunt was pulsing around his dick and if Severin did so much as say one more word in his ear he was going to blow his load. Minnow’s chest heaved, brushing her nipples against his chest. Something chill and slick hit his lower back, then slid down the crack of his ass, making him gasp.

He felt his eyes go round with shock as he stared down at Minnow. She seemed to realize what was happening, and her brows rose, her own hopes for an orgasm apparently forgotten. She tugged at that plump bottom lip of hers with her little white teeth, and then Severin was touching his asshole, prodding, then sliding inside him.

Fuck.

It was odd. A little uncomfortable, but nowhere near as horrible as the women he’d fucked in the ass would have had him believe.

Fuck – Severin was in his ass.

His cock twitched as Severin drew out, rubbing against his prostate. He grunted with pleasure, his legs shaking from trying to hold some of his weight off of tiny Minnow, trapped beneath him.

“Good boy, puppy.”

His cock twitched again and Minnow swallowed a cry of pleasure, trembling, maybe with the effort to hold still.

“Ready for two?”

“Two?” Rodrigo said, groaning. “Two what?”

“Fingers, idiot.”

Rodrigo swore and dropped his forehead to lean on Minnow’s. “That was only your finger?”

Minnow burst out laughing, then groaned as he did when her pussy clamped down on him.

“Fuck, Min, don’t laugh.”

Tears of mirth dripped from the corners of her eyes into her hair. “If I can take his dick you can too, you fucking pussy.”

“Could I interest you in using my mouth instead?” he asked Severin.

“Are you safewording?”

Rodrigo seriously considered it. “No.”

A second finger prodded him, stretched, joining the first. It burned and he gritted his teeth. He frowned so hard that Minnow smoothed his sweat-slicked brow with her palms. She stroked his torso with gentle hands, crooning to him as Severin’s fingers wriggled and squirmed in his ass, making his balls ache and his cock jerk like it was possessed.

He tried to hold back, but rippling shudders overtook him, and just as he was about to fucking come like a bastard, Severin grabbed his balls with a viciousness that made Rodrigo bleat in surprise and pain.

“Don’t you fucking come while I’m loosening up your ass, you little fuck.”

The ache in his balls had been bad before, but now he felt bruised – and yet he was still unpleasantly hard.

Severin withdrew his fingers and let go of his balls, and Rodrigo felt the cold squirt of fresh lube. His stomach tightened with anxiety, and his ass throbbed and burned. Two fingers had been more than enough, but then the idea of serving Severin by doing something he was afraid of doing seemed like a small price compared to what he’d asked of Sev. He doubted Severin had ever planned on

being with a man by choice.

“Shh,” Minnow said, pulling him down for a brief kiss. “You have a safeword, he said?”

“Yes.”

“That would stop him.”