is staring intently and dutifully at Auggie.
“Sir?” I say and chance a glance. As if waiting for my attention, Augustus yanks me into his lap and rips my coat open. He lustfully stares at the rainbows on my shirt and tugs my braids.
“Say it again,” Auggie roughly demands in a gruff voice.
“Sir?”
“Monster is going to get punished something fierce tonight. I have to fuck something, and you better not freak when I do. Willow, I simultaneously love and hate how you look like a little girl tonight. I’ve never been so fucking horny in all of my life. I may fuck ten people tonight. You gonna be okay with that?” Auggie says in challenge.
I lean agai nst the steering-wheel and pant, “I’m… yeah, I’m really good with that,” I breathe out. “Just please don’t touch my family members and you can fuck fifty people for all I care,” I numbly negotiate.
I remember Auggie’ s earlier comment about stimuli. He obviously doesn’t want to be exclusive- so I’ll make the best of it. I have a feeling if I threw a fit, Auggie would drop me in a heartbeat. It hurts like a sonofabitch, but I’ll see how I react when he touches someone else. Just the thought of Isis’ painted lips devouring Auggie’s mouth heats my blood. Curiosity wants me to touch someone and seek out Auggie’s expression while I do it.
My buzz is wicked and I don’t mean the alcohol. The kiss Auggie shared with Isis and that epic blowjob keep playing on repeat in my imagination. I used both of those images when I got myself off in the shower a half hour ago.
“Deal, but Rob’ s grandfathered in already,” Auggie cockily negotiates.
“What?” I ask , feeling foggy. Auggie snorts at my shock.
“What he means is that it’s too late for that,” Rob say s while unsnapping his collar. He tosses it to me but Auggie catches it.
Big hands stretch out the leather band and present the inside: Mr. Kline’s Good Boy is branded into the leather. A fuzzy red brow arches at me and menacingly casts a shadow over his green peeper. My mouth forms a silent O as I realize what Auggie is to my brother.
Auggie smirks at me in pride as R ob uncomfortably shuffles around in his seat. “I’m Robin’s master,” Auggie admits. “I allow Isis to fuck him and play with him. Rob found it humiliating to have my tag visible since we aren’t gay. But the reason you started calling me Mr. Kline is because Rob was at a stage right then and he wanted to call me that. You were picking that shit up and didn’t even realize it.” Amused pride resonates in Auggie’s voice.
Auggie leans over and snaps the leather around Robbie’s neck. He breathes good boy under his breath and pats Robbie’s hair. The expression on Robbie’s face that those two words elicit leaves me speechless. Robbie basks in the glow of Auggie’s praise. I wonder if that is the look that Robbie keeps saying he didn’t like seeing on my face. It’s a look that has no name- a look filled with adoration, pride, trust, and lust.
I slide from Auggie’s lap and sit between the guys while my mind spins in a billion directions. “Fucked up,” I whisper as Auggie pulls away from the curb.
“ Like Brother, like Sister,” Robbie whispers back.
~ Chapter Eight~
Rob and I sit like two bad toys while Isis and Augustus talk about us. I thirst to gaze around the Playroom and drink everything in. But as usual, Auggie holds all of my attention- everything else just becomes background noise.
“I’m Good G irl when I’m rewarded and Monster when I’m punished. What are you?” I whisper to my brother.
Robbie’s eyes are magnetized to Auggie, too. We await our fate and I mean WAIT. It’s been an hour. I’m watching two girls in my periphery. One is barking while the other tugs her around on a leash. I’ve already been curiously sniffed. I petted her and told her she was a good girl, too. The owner happily tugged my pigtail. She
“Sir?” I say and chance a glance. As if waiting for my attention, Augustus yanks me into his lap and rips my coat open. He lustfully stares at the rainbows on my shirt and tugs my braids.
“Say it again,” Auggie roughly demands in a gruff voice.
“Sir?”
“Monster is going to get punished something fierce tonight. I have to fuck something, and you better not freak when I do. Willow, I simultaneously love and hate how you look like a little girl tonight. I’ve never been so fucking horny in all of my life. I may fuck ten people tonight. You gonna be okay with that?” Auggie says in challenge.
I lean agai nst the steering-wheel and pant, “I’m… yeah, I’m really good with that,” I breathe out. “Just please don’t touch my family members and you can fuck fifty people for all I care,” I numbly negotiate.
I remember Auggie’ s earlier comment about stimuli. He obviously doesn’t want to be exclusive- so I’ll make the best of it. I have a feeling if I threw a fit, Auggie would drop me in a heartbeat. It hurts like a sonofabitch, but I’ll see how I react when he touches someone else. Just the thought of Isis’ painted lips devouring Auggie’s mouth heats my blood. Curiosity wants me to touch someone and seek out Auggie’s expression while I do it.
My buzz is wicked and I don’t mean the alcohol. The kiss Auggie shared with Isis and that epic blowjob keep playing on repeat in my imagination. I used both of those images when I got myself off in the shower a half hour ago.
“Deal, but Rob’ s grandfathered in already,” Auggie cockily negotiates.
“What?” I ask , feeling foggy. Auggie snorts at my shock.
“What he means is that it’s too late for that,” Rob say s while unsnapping his collar. He tosses it to me but Auggie catches it.
Big hands stretch out the leather band and present the inside: Mr. Kline’s Good Boy is branded into the leather. A fuzzy red brow arches at me and menacingly casts a shadow over his green peeper. My mouth forms a silent O as I realize what Auggie is to my brother.
Auggie smirks at me in pride as R ob uncomfortably shuffles around in his seat. “I’m Robin’s master,” Auggie admits. “I allow Isis to fuck him and play with him. Rob found it humiliating to have my tag visible since we aren’t gay. But the reason you started calling me Mr. Kline is because Rob was at a stage right then and he wanted to call me that. You were picking that shit up and didn’t even realize it.” Amused pride resonates in Auggie’s voice.
Auggie leans over and snaps the leather around Robbie’s neck. He breathes good boy under his breath and pats Robbie’s hair. The expression on Robbie’s face that those two words elicit leaves me speechless. Robbie basks in the glow of Auggie’s praise. I wonder if that is the look that Robbie keeps saying he didn’t like seeing on my face. It’s a look that has no name- a look filled with adoration, pride, trust, and lust.
I slide from Auggie’s lap and sit between the guys while my mind spins in a billion directions. “Fucked up,” I whisper as Auggie pulls away from the curb.
“ Like Brother, like Sister,” Robbie whispers back.
~ Chapter Eight~
Rob and I sit like two bad toys while Isis and Augustus talk about us. I thirst to gaze around the Playroom and drink everything in. But as usual, Auggie holds all of my attention- everything else just becomes background noise.
“I’m Good G irl when I’m rewarded and Monster when I’m punished. What are you?” I whisper to my brother.
Robbie’s eyes are magnetized to Auggie, too. We await our fate and I mean WAIT. It’s been an hour. I’m watching two girls in my periphery. One is barking while the other tugs her around on a leash. I’ve already been curiously sniffed. I petted her and told her she was a good girl, too. The owner happily tugged my pigtail. She
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