She passed him the collar. It was a striking piece. The links were platinum and the quality leather had been chosen by an area blacksmith who traded in leathers for handmade saddles.
Brandon took the collar, stood behind her and whispered at her ear, “Lift up your hair for me.”
Coco shivered as soon as he touched her and he couldn’t resist placing a kiss on her nape, a kiss she’d likely remember, one he was certain he would later recall as well. She clutched her long, black hair in a ponytail fashion, holding the strands high away from her neck.
Brandon snapped the collar in place, reached around her throat and straightened up the links. “There we go. Perfect.” He watched Kurt then. What came next would test a brother, would challenge and try Kurt’s will. Still, Brandon expected Kurt to honor his word unless Coco’s limits were pushed and he didn’t plan to push those
limits. He did, however, intend to punish her.
“Why don’t you tell me what you did after you left the graveside service?” Brandon sat on the bench with his legs extended. He didn’t turn to face the others. Instead, his body was positioned outward. There was a specific reason for that, one destined to drive Kurt and probably Liam a little mad.
Then again, they were the ones who’d started this whole, “We need her now” bullshit.
“I asked you a question.” Brandon unhooked his belt, careful not to make a big show of stripping it from the loops.
“Do you want me to tell you in front of them, Sir?” She probably meant him—Kurt—since she’d been with him so recently.
Kurt winced and Brandon smirked. “You should’ve remembered who she sleeps with, brother.”
“Yes, sub. I want you to tell us what you did from the time you left the graveside service until the moment you walked in this door.” He kept his voice firm, his gaze only on her then.
She cleared her throat. “Sir, I—we—went to my house. I needed to gather my things so I did and um, we fell asleep.”
“You and Kurt?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Was this before or after you fucked him?”
“That’s enough!” Kurt hopped down from the table. “Coco, you don’t have to do this.”
“Yes, I do,” she whispered. “Please, sit down. I must tell my Sir everything that has happened.”
“Damn it, Brandon, you’re walking a fine line!” He jabbed his finger at him. “Do you hear me?”
“You agreed to this,” Brandon reminded him. “And I think you’ll like the outcome anyway.”
Zak said, “Take a seat. Wait it out. Brandon wouldn’t hurt her and I wouldn’t stand for it.”
Brandon said, “Continue, sub.”
“We took a nap before. I was thinking about your mother and brothers and a lot of things really and I started crying. Kurt comforted me. It’s been an exhausting month for all of us, and we dozed off, I guess.”
“Okay, so you sleep. Then you wake up. Then what?”
“I was in the bathroom grabbing some makeup and my toothbrush. He came in and he—we—had sex.”
“Just like that? No foreplay, no nothing.” Brandon glanced over his shoulder. “I’m surprised, little brother. I figured as long as you’ve lusted after this one, you would’ve been eating her out, promising to do her every day and every night as long as she slept by your side.”
“Make no mistake, that’s where she’ll be,” Kurt said, his voice hard.
Brandon seemed unmoved. “How did it go, sub? You know what I want. Scenes, how you played, and what you did.”
She closed her eyes and cocked her head. This was uncomfortable for her but Brandon didn’t care. He wanted her to remember how they broke up, severed ties, or however she would view their termination of contract, but one way or another, he planned to dismiss her and he wanted her to remember why it happened, in front of whom, and when and where.
“He…” She took a deep breath, flicked a heated glance at Kurt and continued by saying, “He sat on the bench in front of the vanity. He—”
“Say his name, sub. Whenever you want to say ‘he,’ make sure you tell us the ‘he’ in question is in fact, Kurt. My. Own. Brother.”