Dani fell to her knees in that graceful way of hers. Her blonde hair hung past her shoulders, and he only got the briefest glimpse of her lips and tongue caressing the Master’s cock before Julian’s hands tangled in her hair. His eyes closed as he guided Dani. Finn watched as Dani took that massive cock into her mouth.
“Yes, little one, that’s what I want. I want your mouth all over me before I ream Finn’s ass.”
Finn bit his lip to keep from groaning out loud. His cock was hard as a rock. He was going to die if Julian didn’t fuck him and soon.
Julian pulled out of Dani’s mouth. He raised her up and kissed her, treating her like fine china. Finn had noticed that about Julian. He treated Dani with perfect tenderness and care, as though he was trying to make up for years of neglect. Dani beamed under his affection. Then he turned his eyes to Finn. Finn shuddered at the savage lust he saw there. No tenderness for him, and he was past okay with it. He wanted Julian’s primal lust. He craved it.
Julian broke off the kiss and strode out of sight. It was a mere second before Finn felt a hand on his back, smoothing down the line of his spine as Julian knelt behind him. It was a move Julian seemed to like. It made Finn feel like something fine and precious and worthy of praise. He shivered as he felt lube pouring down, sliding onto his anus.
Julian’s fingers probed, massaging the lube into his ass. “Danielle, please kneel down beside Finn. Coat your hand in the lubricant, and then you’ll give him the hand job of a lifetime.”
“I thought you were punishing me.” Finn couldn’t think of anything better. The two people he was crazy about would have their hands all over him. And he was crazy about Julian. Julian scared him, but he couldn’t walk away. He had to know where this was going.
“I am punishing you, Finn. You’re not allowed to come.”
Now Finn didn’t even try to hold back his groan. Dani got on the floor beside him, her small hand cupping his balls. Fuck. He was never going to last. “You’re kidding. Please tell me you’re kidding.”
Finn felt something far bigger than Julian’s fingers begin to breach his ass.
“I am not. Come and there will be hell to pay, Finn.” Julian gripped his hips and started to penetrate Finn’s hole.
Finn flattened his back and pushed out with the muscles of his sphincter. He gasped as Julian’s cock slid in. So fucking full. He had never been so full. His asshole felt like it would burst, but Julian just pressed in. He kept coming.
“Tell her. Tell her what it feels like because I’m going to fuck her ass very soon.” Julian shoved in ruthlessly.
“He’s so big. God, Dani, he’s going to tear me apart. And I’ll let him because it’s going to feel so fucking good.”
“I can’t wait,” Dani whispered in his ear. Her hand slid up and gripped his cock like a familiar friend. She grasped the base and sloped upward. “I can’t wait to be between the two of you.”
“I’m going to fuck that little ass of yours, Danielle. Finn is going to ram his cock into your pussy. You’re going to be full of your men. Now, do as your Master requests. Rub him. Make him come.”
It was unfair. He couldn’t last. This really was torture. Finn tried to think of anything but the cock invading his ass and the hand running up and down his dick. Danielle was relentless. She stroked from the base of his cock to the tip where she brushed her thumb across his slit and then began the journey again. Every now and again she would cup his balls, running her finger along the perineum, making him shudder. She ran that dirty finger all the way to his anus, where she pressed in.
“Bad girl, Danielle.” Julian sounded throaty. “Fuck, love, do it again.”
Finn felt tears in his eyes as she pressed her finger alongside Julian’s cock. Damn. He wasn’t going to make it. Then Julian finally seated himself fully. Every inch of Finn’s ass was invaded and taken. Dani gripped his dick again and pulled just as Julian dragged his cock back out.
Finn came, jets of cum flowing out of his cock across Dani’s hand.
She pressed a kiss on his jaw. “You lose, baby.”
Julian sighed and pulled out. “Get the paddle this time, little one. We’ll start again. I can do this all night, Finn.”
Finn slumped down, unable to stop the smile that widened his lips. He could do this all night, too, and maybe, if he was lucky, he could do it for the rest of his life.
Chapter Fourteen
Julian came awake with a startled shout. It took him a moment to remember where he was. Sunlight. It was morning, and he wasn’t at home. He was in the guesthouse at Jackson’s ranch. He breathed deeply and sat up on the couch. His mouth was dry and his head pounding. It was always that way after he had the dream.
God, when was it ever going to stop? He let his head fall to his hands as he breathed deeply and attempted to let go of the images that played in his brain. It was his own personal horror movie.
Julian stood and stretched. It should be no big surprise that the dream was back. It came back with a vengeance any time he had to go to a hospital or felt like his life was veering out of control. When one of those things happened, images from the several years after his parents died played through his dreams. He saw the accident, though he didn’t remember it in his conscious brain. In his dreams, there was a flash of light and the scream of metal attacking metal. In the dream, he saw his parents’ blood flow, their bodies slumped over, never to rise again.
He’d wandered the hospital like a small zombie, feet shuffling, seeking only one thing. He’d sought his mother. He didn’t call for her, simply walked the halls staring ahead, waiting for the sight of her, shivering in a hospital gown.
Then he was dressed in a suit. It chafed his young body. His uncle looked down on him like he was a piece of dirt on an otherwise pristine floor. His uncle explained he would pay for his schooling and appoint someone to run the business that would pass to Julian, but he wouldn’t bring Julian into his home. He didn’t have time for a nephew.
Julian hadn’t seen the man again until he’d handed over the reins of the business when Julian turned eighteen.
It had been a series of nannies, some who tried, and some who beat the crap out of him when they realized no one cared.
He’d been twelve when he finally fought back, shoving his abuser down the stairs, breaking her arm. Only the fact that she could get in trouble for what she’d done to him had kept her mouth shut. The next day Candice had shown up, but Julian had understood. He wasn’t lovable. People put up with him because he had money.
Damn. Leo would have a field day with the thoughts that ran through his head. Julian looked down, and his hands were shaking.
This was about the hospital, he decided. It had nothing to do with Danielle and Finn. They were simply good subs who would make perfect slaves. They needed him for now, and he would enjoy them, but even they were transitory.
Still, his feet moved up the stairs almost of their own volition. He was slightly overwhelmed by the need to see them. He would look in on them, and maybe join them. It was for sex, of course. The sex was good for burning off memories better left forgotten. Besides, he’d promised Danielle she could be in the middle. He’d only shared slaves a couple of times before, and never his own. He would never have invited Jeremy to share Sally.
Why did Jeremy come to his mind? He was better off forgotten. He’d proven to be troublesome and a criminal, and yet Julian had thought of him a lot since he’d come to the ranch. Finn was far more problematic than Jeremy. Jeremy had never talked back or questioned him, and yet Julian had tossed him out without a thought after he’d caught him breaking club rules on tape. Julian had watched as Jeremy slipped Lucas Cameron a roofie, and he’d calmly plotted to have him thrown out. He doubted he would have done the same with Finn.