Their Little Beauty (MxMxM+)

Chapter Fifty-Seven: Upsets and Realisations

How long was Devon going to have to watch this? With every moment, it was getting harder to reign in the explosive flurry of emotions battering against his self-control. He was a man known for his patience, and a Dom respected for his well-managed emotions. He rarely was ever truly upset or angry, usually playing it up to make a Play or Scene more exciting, or a Punishment more impactful. 

Not now.

Now, as he sat with fists clenched so tight his nails bit into the flesh of his palm, and his jaw ached terribly with the force it was forced shut, Devon was at possibly the most furious he had ever been- bar his feelings towards the Harlow-creature, but even then, he was more so disgusted. 

Devon's cock twitched in betrayal as the two Subs behind Briar continued touching his gorgeous flesh, marking his thighs with their fucking fingernails and making his lover moan, his eyes glossy and lips wet. People all around were enthralled by the performance. It was only normal to be interested in the new and exciting, after all. Even those who preferred their submissives small and thin, or round with extra chub, were enjoying watching Briar pleasure himself.

And as much as Devon, in the moment, hated those people touching Briar, he was growing increasingly upset with his husband. How was Quinn- Briar's Daddy Dominant- playing with Jesse and taunting their lover on stage as though this were all some sort of game. Was he not also fraught with jealousy, feelings of slight betrayal and angry lust to the point of physically quivering? 

"Stop growling, Dev. You're not a dog" Quinn mumbled against Jesse's neck between kisses but was narrowing his eyes at Devon. "You'll scare away the room's oxygen soon enough". 

"My deepest apologies for not taking the time to play fucking games and have fun when our youngest lover is currently being used as communal masturbation material" he snarked in response, unable to block the sounds of those around him touching themselves or one another while watching the performance. 

Christ, Briar and the other Subs were turning the room into a near orgy. 

"Oh please, like we haven't done the same thing countless times during Scenes. You're usually the one to start that type of shit, dragging me or the fox into your horny advances. Calm down, love, and enjoy yourself. It's not often we get to see Briar so free and open around others like this" Quinn sighed, clearly irritated, before accepting the kisses Jesse had been needily pressing to his chin, to his thick lips. 

Devon gaped at the man who was still playing with their other lover. Who was this person, because it certainly was not his husband who had been equally as furious not twenty minutes ago. Devon was a rather possessive man in the subject of his lovers, but that was barely a flicker of candlelight in a dark abyss compared to how Quinn usually felt over matters of 'sharing' who he saw as his. Hell, he hadn't even taken to Jesse in the beginning. The man was usually incredibly overprotective.  

"You're not angry at him for going behind our backs?" Devon questioned, perplexed. 

"Of course I am, you idiot" Quinn rolled his eyes before shushing the submissive in his lap of their impatient whining, lightly pinching their side in warning for interrupting. "But as sweet little Pinkie here reminded me while you were busy grinding your molars to dust, now that Briar is officially trained as a submissive, we can punish him as one. We simply need to bide our time until then" the man smirked, a twisted turn of his lips and darkening of his honey eyes, until his true displeasure was revealed beneath the outward teasing playfulness. 

Devon had not thought of it that way. Actually, it only just hit him that Briar was indeed now a trained submissive. How deeply trained and in what areas of submission, he wasn't sure, but those things did not matter so much when it came to the basics of punishment. Whereas before this night, Devon would have been limited to showing his anger or upset with words only, as a lover would, now... now there were doors opened and so many wonderful ways of disciplining their boy. 

I can finally take him into our playroom. Bind him, mark him up, make him cry and have him beg for mercy...

"Besides, have you actually given any thought on why he came here without telling us? Not sure if you've realised this babe, but after turning him down in the beginning, you've been blue balling him for the better part of a year. Which, as good a decision it might've been at the time, it had to have hurt him some. Honestly, as upset as I am- and I fucking am, Dev- part of me can't put all the blame on him. Or Jesse for supporting him. Can you?". 

He swallowed heavily, turning his eyes back to Briar. Anger began boiling in him again, but he forced himself to focus only on his lover and not the people sticking to him like wasps to sugar. Briar looked good, kneeling on a pillow as a submissive often would and wearing a lovely harness that feminised his masculine physique. He seemed happy too, clearly enjoying teasing Jesse and his Daddy when he was given their undivided attention. Briar suited being in the Club atmosphere pretty well so far, and Devon began to wonder if refusing to introduce Briar to the lifestyle the first few times he'd asked, had been a terrible mistake for their relationship. 

Maybe if I'd taken him more seriously, believed him when he said he was ready and hadn't been so hesitant to approach him afterwards, he would be kneeling here right now. At my feet. He would have come to me with all of his questions, instead of dropping the subject around me entirely. He could have joined me in our playroom and let us explore our limits together, deepening our bond as Dom and Sub. But as much as I hate watching him offer someone else his submission, or letting others touch what they have no right to... there's no denying he is beautiful at being submissive. Simply gorgeous, as I knew he would be.

The blame was not solely on Briar and Jesse for hatching this plan behind their dominants' backs, he silently acknowledged as he fidgeted from the erection throbbing in his leathers.

And dammit, some part of Devon became fucking proud as he watched the others around him lust over his boy. Because even though he didn't exactly love when Mistress Eve had commanded Briar to kneel, or to spread his legs wide and give everyone a view of his perfect ass barely covered by thin material, he was now relaxed just enough to be able to revel in the fact that other than the Mistress, no other dominant had actually been allowed to touch their boy. 

As it should be, he smirked, glad to now rationally realise that Briar was actively doing his best to not push the boundaries so far that they would snap any trust built between the lovers. He was simply having fun expressing a part of himself that Devon had unintentionally repressed. 

That wasn't something he'd ever wanted to do. But Devon's caution and hesitancy to push a mentally and emotionally abused man to something like BDSM, that could be so easily twisted into something harmful, he had done the very thing he was actively trying to avoid. He had created a kind of barrier between them, and clearly, hurt his lovely man.

So, he sat back in his chair and unclenched his fists that he now noticed hurt quite a bit. Perhaps now that his eyes weren't clouded red with jealousy and anger, only slightly misted by the harsh fog of those emotions, Devon hoped to be able to enjoy what was left of the performance. 

Because the minute Briar was off that stage and in front of him, Devon wasn't quite sure how he would react. 

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A/N:

Hello, my Little Lovelies! 

Short chapter before we start getting into things where I probably won't leave any Author Notes, other than if I feel something should be cautioned- like specific kinks etc. But then again, I'm not usually one to offer individual chapters a warning so idk. 

Imma go continue writing, watch some YouTube gameplays- maybe even some anime- and eat sweets. What are you doing? 

Bye!