“Why don’t I stop her?”
“I don’t know,” Kid whispers.
“It’s simple, boy,” Felipe sighs. “I have no inclination to tame Celia’s wild spirit. She wants to push me into becoming her father, wants me to control her by force, because she needs someone to rebel against. If there is anything I want to break her of, it’s that. I want her to come to the realization she is mine of her own free will and that I am hers in equal measure. The further she wanders, the stronger our bond. Celia is mine; I simply don’t make her admit it.”
Kid scoffs. “Yeah, real simple. Sounds kinda stupid to me. You guys are so obvious. Why don’t you say what you need to say and be done?” He looks up toward Felipe in time to see the other man throw his head back and laugh. Kid’s chest unexpectedly expands with pride.
Felipe’s laughter slowly melts away before he sets his glittering green eyes on Kid’s upturned face. “I suppose…it keeps us young.” He runs his thumb across the younger man’s lip and is thoroughly pleased when his boy nips him instead of recoiling from the touch. “Please forgive us for passing messages through you, but anything coming from your lips is bound to sound best.” They smile at one another for long seconds. “Go take your shower and meet me in my room. I’d like for you to sleep in the bed, but you may sleep on the floor if you like. I had Celia make it up for you before she retired for the evening.”
Kid’s face twists with uncertainty. “Take a shower…by myself? You never let me do that, ‘cept for that one time and I had to wear that thing on my junk for eight days.” He is not going to volunteer to wear that thing—it sucked, and no, thank you.
“Would you rather I bathe you?” Mischief is thick in his tone.
“Nope!” Kid scurries out from under the table and Felipe’s splayed legs. Kid covers his ever-present erection with his hands and offers the older man a titillating view of his naked, pert backside as he walks toward the playroom showers at a brisk clip. He can hear Felipe’s laughter in his ears as he goes. It makes him blush and grin.
53. Celia
Kid’s hot length pushes at the back of her throat. She moans and sucks him deeper inside, choking herself on his engorged cock, reveling in the abandoned cries of her beautiful slave.
He holds tight to the ring dangling from the ceiling and keeps his bare feet on the floor through sheer force of will. He doesn’t brace for the paddle. He lets his body absorb the dull thud—accept the pain Felipe doles out.
“Gracias, Felipe,” Kid groans. “Oh, Celia. Please…ohgod…don’t suck so hard. It hurts.”
Celia pulls her mouth off Kid’s cock with a loud pop and smiles with triumph at the long ropes of spit and slick clinging to the tip of her boy’s flushed manhood. “You don’t like it?” she pouts deviously. “Do you want me to stop gagging on your dick, baby boy? I was hoping you’d come all in my mouth. You don’t want to?”
“I do! I do, Celia. I’m sorry. Please suck it again.” He cries out in pain as Felipe’s paddle comes crashing down on his backside.
“No. You upset me.” She stands and wipes her chin, sure to suck her fingers clean. Kid’s expression is pained, so sexy. “If you want your little boy cock sucked, you’ll have to ask Master. Maybe he’ll let you come in his mouth.” Behind Kid’s shoulder, Felipe grins and shakes his head before he brings the paddle crashing down on Kid’s ass.
Felipe is fully dressed, shirt damp with sweat from exertion; Celia doesn’t know which of her men is more handsome, more devout, and it thrills her to her soul she doesn’t have to choose. Felipe pauses to press his body along Kid’s back, making the boy hiss. “Would that please you—coming down your master’s throat?”
“Please,” Kid pleads.
Celia’s body is tight with anticipation. “Sí, por favor!” Felipe isn’t the only one who has been patiently waiting for Kid to finally say yes. Just the thought of the older man on his knees with Kid’s dick fucking his face makes her pussy swell with need. Kid wants to say yes, she can see it in his eyes and the way his hips fuck the air. She doesn’t resist the urge to spread her legs and finger her pussy in front of them.
Kid closes his eyes on a pained moan and dips his chin toward his chest. “Okay.”
“No,” Felipe says, “beg me, like a good little boy.” Celia fingers herself faster as Felipe unbuckles his belt to unzip and fish out his thick, incredibly hard length to stroke the crack of Kid’s ass.