Tragic King (The Dominant Bastard Duology 2)

“Such a helpless little whore when my cock’s up your ass, puppy,” Severin mocked, feeding himself back in with a cruel thrust. “Do you like it when I hurt you?”

“I d-don’t know,” he stammered, trying to collapse from all fours down onto his elbows, but Severin pulled him back up by the hair.

“Miss Korsgaard, lie on your back under his cock and open your mouth.”

She slid down to where he wanted her, getting the pervert’s row view of the action. Severin fucked Rodrigo’s ass slow and hard, every thrust almost lifting Ro from his knees. Rodrigo’s beautiful, thick cock bobbed before her eyes, in search of sensation. One of Severin’s big hands wrapped around Rodrigo’s dick, his grip cruel as he started to jerk him off. Minnow shifted over to where Severin’s hand was aiming him.

“If either of you spill a drop there’ll be hell to pay.”

So Rodrigo wasn’t allowed to come, and if he did, she wasn’t allowed to let things get sloppy? Evil man. The only way neither of them would get punished was if Rodrigo didn’t come...but where was the fun in that?

She bit her lip, wondering if she was allowed to lick him. Rodrigo’s head hung down between his arms, and he watched her and Severin’s hand, looking drunker than their dominant.

“Don’t you dare,” Rodrigo said, but really, what could he do?

Ignoring his warning, she stuck out her tongue and licked the head of his cock. When that wasn’t met with anything more than a loud hiss of protest from Ro, she raised her head higher and latched onto the head of his cock, her lips stopping where Severin’s hand began. Severin smacked her face, but not hard, and he didn’t actually push her away, so she kept sucking, licking Severin’s fingers almost as much as Rodrigo’s dick. She slid her tongue down the length of Rodrigo’s dick to Severin’s balls, which were already drawn up tight.

Severin gasped, and the wicked plunging rhythm of his cock faltered. “Miss Korsgaard.” It sounded like a threat, but he didn’t follow it up with anything, so how was she supposed to know what he meant?

“You’re going to pay for this, Min,” Rodrigo whispered, but it was a broken sound. His hips bucked hard into Severin’s cruel grip, and she slid back under Rodrigo’s cock just in time to catch the first spurt of come with her mouth. She leaned up and latched onto the tip of his dick as Severin milked him into her mouth. Both men swore and groaned. She swallowed fast, gagging at the amount, but she managed not to spill any. How did he still have so much after fucking her last night? Like drinking from a goddamned fire hose.

She pushed out from beneath them and they collapsed forward into the sand in a tangle of long-limbed muscle.

“You weren’t supposed to come without permission. I guess I’m going to have to buy a cock cage for you.” Severin kissed the back of Rodrigo’s ear, and Ro smiled shyly.

Minnow shifted to what she hoped was a pretty kneel, feeling slutty and desperate with her dress pushed up around her hips and her tits spilling out of her bodice. Sand trickled through her hair, making her itch, and she was almost as desperate for a swim as she was for a real orgasm.

Severin pulled out of Rodrigo’s ass and gestured her closer. She crawled to him, ready for some affection, at least. He rose and dug his toes into Rodrigo’s side, shoving him onto his back. Rodrigo’s gaze was hazy, but that didn’t stop Severin from picking up Minnow and forcing her down to straddle Ro’s mouth.

“No!” she whined, hating being on top for oral, but far too desperate to safeword something so vanilla.

“Shut

up, Miss Korsgaard.” He pushed her onto her hands and knees, and for a brief moment she tensed, wondering if Severin planned to use her ass next.

Rodrigo’s tongue distracted her, sweeping up to touch her aching clit. She was gritty, and he chuckled, running his tongue over her thigh to get rid of some of the sand he’d gotten in his mouth. Rodrigo spread her pussy open with sand-roughened fingers, and attacked her sensitive nub, tonguing and biting hard enough to make her squeal.

Hands tightened on her hips, then Severin’s lips slid over the cheek of her ass, kissing and licking until his tongue slid over her asshole. Trying to escape him, she only succeeded in jerking harder against Rodrigo’s mouth. She struggled but they held her still, teasing, tasting.

A finger slid into her pussy – Rodrigo. Then a second. Not Rodrigo. She shuddered hard, and one finger crooked to rub against her g-spot. Pressure and suction, the hum of their arousal, her hectic breathing, the grip of Severin’s hand on her hip, forcing her to stay when she wanted to wriggle away – all of it wound tight down low in her belly. She rocked shamelessly on their fingers, fucking herself with them and submitting to their will until a wail of pleasure broke from her. She ground against Rodrigo’s mouth, stars bursting behind her eyes as they wrung one orgasm from her after another, until she was exhausted and shaking, helpless between them.

“Please stop,” she begged. Her arms wouldn’t hold her anymore, and Rodrigo was in serious danger of being smothered to death. Severin fell sideways onto the sand, and he tugged her onto his chest then pulled Rodrigo close. Together, they panted for breath, the men pillowing Minnow from the hardness of the sand with their harder bodies. She refused to glance down at their already re-hardened cocks. Rodrigo kissed her, giving her back her own taste with his teasing tongue.

“A swim then round two?” Rodrigo asked.

“A swim would be nice,” she agreed, “but I need food, like soon.”

They also needed to get Severin talking, didn’t they? If he really wanted to cut ties with Loïc that would be understandable, but the kid was so lost and broken. Would he be okay on his own?

Although, what Loïc had done to Severin was assault – he deserved to be cast out at this point. Hell, the kid was lucky Severin hadn’t killed him. Maybe asking for more details so soon was a bad idea. She didn’t want to mess Severin up worse.

They waited for Severin to say something, but he was eerily silent. Minnow pushed herself up to peer down at him. Eyes closed, face smooth, breathing even.

Their master was dead asleep.

Chapter Twelve

The foyer echoed, hollow and eerie, as Rodrigo dropped his bag by the door. There was no sound of galloping mutts. No music came from the kitchen.