Their Little Beauty (MxMxM+)

Chapter Fifty-Nine: Masochistic Awakening

The two lovers had left the Scening area, cheers roaring behind them from strangers, friends and their other two partners, all while Briar was pulled by the leash attached to his temporary collar. Devon practically shoved everyone they passed out of the way with his shoulders, attention laser focused on getting to the playroom that was usually reserved by him or Quinn.

And now, inside the room, Briar kneeled in the middle of the floor, naked other than his panties, collar and the leash that lay limp by his side, detached. He faced the bed in which Devon was sitting on the end, looking almost casual as he flipped through Briar's file, bare chested. 'Almost' being the keyword. The file edges crinkled with how hard they were being gripped, the dominant breathing so heavy it was nearly concerning, and his tight leathers seemed to twitch over his pulsating arousal.

"You have written here that you would prefer to use the traditional 'Green' to keep going during a Play. What is your safe word?" Devon asked coolly, still flipping through the pages in his hand. His face remained expressionless, despite his growing interest upon seeing the particular kinks or interests Briar himself had indicated as 'Green', 'Yellow' or 'Red'.

Evelyn's left a note stating she suspects he would greatly enjoy Breath play. Interesting. He does have that labelled as 'Yellow-open to try'. I'll keep that in mind.

"Pancake is my safe word," his boy answered obediently, remaining unmoved with his head down and posture absolutely perfect, not a single flaw to be picked apart by the dominant's discerning eye. That display of perfection, along with the choice of safe word given its meaning between them, only turned him on more.

"Alright, I think I've read enough about your limits to get us through tonight safely" he said before rising to his full height, walking over slowly to the display of toys and tools, immediately looking through the ones used mainly for delivering pain. His boy had been naughty, after all. Sure, there would be a more thorough punishment given from himself and Quinn at some point within their home, but tonight's events were solely his decision. Briar at his sole mercy.

"Now... are you ready for the first taste of what it means to be my Submissive, Briar, and learn what happens when you displease me?".

He observed as his lover's skin raised in bumps, a shiver assaulting his entire body. A shuddered breath escaped the large Sub before an answer was given.

"Yes, Master".

Perfect. Let's see just how prepared he is for satiating my needs. And paying consequences.

***

At the beautiful sound that was tugged from his submissive's throat, Devon smiled. It was not a kind nor comforting uplift of the lips, but one of cruelty, greed and wicked desire.

"So, these pretty things are overly sensitive, hm? My little slave has talked about sucking on them often. What a needy, desperate body you have" He teased, voice low and gruff. Using his fingers to flick, pinch and pull the plump swells of brown-hued tissue, Devon's body shivered at the tears blooming in Briar's eyes as the boy gazed up at him from below.

Fuck, please tell me he's a crier. I didn't think my dick could get any harder than that night in the tent.

"How do you think it would feel if I took this", he questioned, picking up the flogger he'd just been using, "and rather than bruise that gorgeous ass some more, used it to torture here for a while".

The tough leather was rubbed over each nipple, the edges dragging against the sensitive peaks before the flat surface pushed against them, forcing them to flatten before being teased to harness once more. The entire time Briar trembled, hands bound in soft rope and fists clenched tightly. He wasn't sure that if they had been free to move, if he would have gripped the flogger to stop it from coming closer or have begged to find out more of what his lover wanted from him.