Penance (Devout Trilogy #3) - Lesli Richardson Page 0,10

me hold back, building myself up.

Not nearly as good as when he or Liam do it to me, but at least I don’t feel emotionally empty when it’s over.

He builds me up until, finally, he gets me over with his hand cupping my balls. I slap a hand over my mouth because I have no idea how loud I’m being, but it feels so.

Fucking.

Good.

As I slump against the wall, shaky and trying to keep my knees from buckling, and with my cock hanging out, Daniel stands and deeply kisses me, feeding me some of my own cum. I don’t hesitate, because I am a well-trained boy.

He smiles. “Stay here. Do not move or do anything.”

Before I can stop him, he’s gone.

What feels like seconds later, Liam’s entering the stall and locking it behind him, a sexily sinister smile creasing his handsome face.

Oh, goody!

He grabs me and kisses me. I’m assuming Daniel is standing watch outside now.

“Love you, boy.”

His voice threatens to send me plummeting into subspace but he always could do that to me. “Love you, too, Master.”

He smiles, then spins me around so I have to brace my hands against the wall. I hear the snick of a plastic bottle being opened and feel lubed fingers probing my ass, followed by the soft rip of a condom pouch being opened.

My head droops as I breathe in when I feel the head of his cock breach me.

Yessss, this is what I needed, too.

He fucks me hard and fast, and even though my cock revives during the process, I know I won’t be getting off this time.

They’ll want me hard and squirming during dinner.

There’s no sounds in the bathroom except the soft rustle of our clothes, his grunts, and the low slap of flesh against flesh.

But Liam was always a kinky bastard and fucking in a high-risk situation like this means he can come hard and fast. And after too short a time, that’s what he does, nearly driving me into the wall in front of me with his pounding strokes.

After he comes he leans in, still panting, to whisper in my ear. “Midway through dinner, come back here.”

“Yes, Master.”

He licks my cheek. “Good boy.” Then he bites down hard on my earlobe, chucking as I swallow my needy whimper.

I suspect Daniel will be getting his own nut later.

Liam pulls out and uses toilet paper to clean up, flushing everything. I put myself back together and we wash our hands in the sink.

Then he turns, an angelic smile now in place, and pulls me into his arms. I’m amazed Daniel gave him this tonight because, usually, at an event like this, if something’s going to happen, it’s Daniel doing it to me.

“Love you, baby. Be my good boy and keep making me proud.”

Warmth surges through me. “Yes, Master. Love you, too.” He always could boost my spirits and self-confidence.

I don’t know if I could’ve survived college and law school if it wasn’t for Liam teaching me how to love myself through him loving me. For the first time in my life, I saw myself as intelligent, capable. He spent seven years building me up when my father spent my entire life tearing me down.

Then I nearly forgot all of those lessons when I left New York.

He releases me. “Wait a minute or so before you leave.” He brushes another kiss across my lips. “Love you.” He loves saying it to me—can’t get enough of it.

Neither can I. “Love you, too, Master.” Under the rules of this arrangement the three of us have, Daniel is in charge of me.

I get it. I don’t blame him.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it.

Liam takes my right hand in his and brings it to his lips, pushing back my cuff enough he can kiss the stainless bracelet that I wear there all the time.

One Daniel put there, a day collar.

Specifically his day collar. Because he doesn’t submit to Liam right now. Not yet. Liam hopes to re-earn Daniel’s trust one day, but he knows not to press Daniel faster than he’s ready to give it.

When I emerge, Daniel and Liam are nowhere in sight. I return to the ballroom to find them already seated at our table. I spot Olivia off in a corner with Elsbeth and a small gaggle of her prayerful girl gang, so I head to my seat.

Once I’m settled, I feel Daniel’s hand on my thigh, under the tablecloth.

When I look at him, he’s smiling. “You’ll get dessert