Their Little Beauty (MxMxM+)

Chapter Fifty-Four: Teasing Persuasion and Foxy Salvation

"Sir, we've been unable to reach the Design Team Leader for the past few days and have yet to receive the back-up blueprints he was in charge of distributing. Oh, and the northern construction site manager has been demanding answers on when his men will be given the amended plans. What would you like us to do?". 

"Fuck..." Devon sighed, pressing a clenched fist to his forehead. He should've known projects were going too well lately and some snags were overdue. That was how life usually went- ups and downs, but fuck, he really wasn't in the mood to deal with this shit. 

"Okay, I'll reach out to the team leader and see what the hell he thinks he's doing going silent right before a deadline, but hopefully he just forgot to forward the blueprints rather than misplaced them. Until you hear from me or Chrissie, don't do anything. I'll apologise to the construction manager myself, so tell everyone to take an extra break and wait for a call". 

Hanging up, he threw the phone to the desk and cursed loudly. Today he was supposed to spend some time with Jesse and Quinn while Briar was off doing... well, he hadn't said, but he was doing his own thing. Devon had the whole day planned out and was looking forward to doing nothing but watching tv and playing in bed before going to the Club for the first time in about half a year.  It was a safe space of sorts where they could all socialise with utter freedom, and he'd been looking forward to going back.

It was going to be a perfect, relaxing day. 

But those plans were out the window and instead of burying his cock in his sweet little slave, watching his husband shiver in climax, or even simply having a drink with friends in the evening, he was making phone calls and doing other people's jobs for them. 

What a waste of a fucking Saturday.

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"Babe, don't be like that. We promised Jesse and our friends we'd be there tonight. You were looking forward to it!" Quinn pouted dramatically, looking a bit silly since he was wearing an outfit for visiting Tryst, which consisted of sexy as hell leather trousers and an open, long and dark cardigan that showed off his wonderfully bare chest. No one acting so cute should have been allowed to look so damn appetising.

I want to suck and bite all over that fucking piercing. What a tease my husband is.

"We could always go next time, it's not like Scenes or events are rare at Tryst. C'mon, Princess, wouldn't you rather spend the night in and relax? We could even watch that show you like, the one about fairy tales or whatever" he coaxed Jesse, hoping they would agree. It had been a long, tiring and stressful day for Devon. Going out to the club sounded fantastic- truly, it did- but he wasn't sure he was in the best mood for being all 'Dom' without also being a bit of an irritable grump. That wouldn't be any fun for those around him.

Although, taking out my pent-up irritation and sexual frustrations in a playroom with Jesse and Quinn sounds good too. But I don't know...

"Okay, we won't go to the club" Jesse agreed, making his master's shoulders sag at the thought of a warm bath and an evening of relaxation. Maybe he would even spoil himself with a bath bomb and ask Quinn for a massage.

"Sir can take me to the club alone instead" they grinned. 

Oh no, I know that smirk; it means I've lost.

"Sir can have me kneel at his feet and get his thick, fat dick sucked under the table while he enjoys a lovely catchup with our friends. Maybe after he's socialised a bit I can grind against his thigh and beg to be fucked in a playroom, where he'll stuff my ass full of toys, tongue and his wettened cock... I know how absolutely exhausting and difficult all that sounds, so while my master has a quiet night in with the other old, tired people around the world, we'll go out and have fun, m'kay? Right, see you when we get back!".