Tragic King (The Dominant Bastard Duology 2)

“He’s home!” Minnow’s voice came from across the room. “What on earth are you doing to him, Mister Leduc?”

“Why aren’t you in bed, Miss?”

“I’m guessing my kinky Spidey senses were tingling.”

Severin grunted, and Ro heard the whisper of bare feet on stone as she approached.

“You’re giving him a tattoo?” she sounded amused. “Why is he blindfolded?”

“He’s nosy.”

“And the clamps?”

“I’m an asshole.”

She snorted, but didn’t refute it. Soft fingers trailed along his stomach then up his chest.

“Mister Leduc, may I kiss him?”

“You may.”

There was a pause and she made a sound of amusement then moved to stand above his head.

“Welcome home, Rodrigo.” Her lips brushed against his, and when he parted his lips to let her deepen the kiss he realized she was upside down. He groaned at the sensation, and gave her access to his tongue, which she sucked and teased. “I missed you,” she whispered in his ear. “So did he.”

Her kisses trailed from his ear to his neck, downward, distracting him from the clamps and the jab-jab-jab of the needle. Various levels of pain buzzed through his body, offset by the pleasure of Min’s mouth on his skin and Severin’s hand on his thigh. Helpless, he just wished someone would take off the clamps or touch him, or both – preferably in that order. Minnow’s mouth inched downward, tongue licking just above the head of his cock. He tried to raise his hips again, to thrust toward her mouth.

“What do you think you’re doing, Miss Korsgaard?”

“Helping?” she said in a small voice, her hand inching toward Rodrigo’s cock.

“No touching that cock.”

Poke, poke, poke.

“You can’t call me Miss Korsgaard anymore. Remember? My identification all says Minnow Solis-Leduc now. And it’s Missus, not Miss.”

Fuck. Was he jabbing harder? Maybe at an angle?

“Yes, you’re a fancy lady now, with your fancy names. I think we need to have a little talk about you correcting your master when I’m done here.”

“No, Mister Leduc! You can call me anything you’d like, of course.”

“Of course.”

“Min, if you piss him off he’s going to maim me.”

“Sorry, Mr. Solis.” Her hair brushed across Rodrigo’s stomach and she flicked her tongue over the head of his cock.

He arched, swearing, and the poking stopped.

“Wife,” Severin growled. “You do realize that sometime very soon you’ll push that baby out and we’ll go back to punishing you properly.”

Rodrigo sighed. “We’ll just end up impregnating her again. She’s figured out the perpetual get out of punishment free card.”

“Maybe you’ll take punishments on her behalf next time, since you seem keen on keeping her out of commission.”

“We could switch to condoms,” Minnow pointed out helpfully.