Hearts Under Fire by Kelly Wyre and HJ Raine Page A

quick and light, more for his arm and hand’s sake than Adam’s.
    Adam’s cries were muffled by Tristan’s neck, and he braced and moved back into the blows. Tristan crooned softly and let one hand wander lower, stroking over Adam’s stomach and making him flinch.
    “I do love you caught between two desires, boy,” Tristan said.
    ***
    Adam groaned, and across the room at the bar, Clark’s jaw flexed. The music wasn’t nearly loud enough to drown out the very familiar sound of a hand impacting flesh, and before he could stop himself -- think through what the hell he was doing -- Clark turned on the stool. He got an eyeful of Adam, hard, needy, and clinging to Tristan, even as the boy obviously wanted more from Daniel.
    And Daniel...
    All Clark could see was the line of Daniel’s back, the tilt of his head as he considered Adam and his next move. But Clark had absolutely no trouble filling in the intensity of the gaze, the concentration, the care, or the simmering lust that Clark found himself wanting and hating at the same time.
    Breath catching and body going still, Clark watched with half the room, view unfortunately unobstructed, and his blood began to warm.
    Daniel ran his left hand along Adam’s back, side, and belly, reaching for and then wrapping his fingers slowly around Adam’s cock. Daniel stroked, and Adam shook and tried to move into Daniel’s fist, but Tristan caught Adam and held the boy still.
    “Boy,” Daniel said. “Warn me if you’re close to coming.”
    “Give the man his due, boy... honestly. Think you’d never been spanked by a handsome man before,” Tristan chided.
    Immediately, Adam moved his head so he could be heard. “Yes, Sir. I will, Sir... and please, God, more, Sir...”
    Tristan chuckled warmly. “Pretty when they beg, isn’t it?”
    “Beautiful even,” Daniel said reverently, and he gave Adam another quick set of four. Then Daniel rolled his shoulder before he put his whole arm into a good, hard swat across all of Adam’s ass.
    Adam’s cries were loud and uninhibited, and Tristan softly spoke to him, one hand brushing back Adam’s hair. Adam shuddered, and the chain clanked as he pulled on it, shifting his hands to grip Tristan’s shirt.
    Clark felt warmth slither down his spine and between his legs to bloom in his gut, balls, and cock. He was off the stool and moving before brain caught up to body, and he told himself that he just wanted to see technique. He rationalized that watching Daniel perform for the first time at Break was somehow polite, respectful. Maybe it would make Daniel happy to know Clark was interested, especially after that look in his eyes earlier.
    And maybe some or all of the reasons were true, but they fled Clark’s conscious mind as he paused with a clear view of Daniel. Adam and Tristan might as well have been invisible for all they registered, and for a moment, Clark relaxed his iron will and let himself enjoy the way Daniel looked, moved, and worked.
    Clark wanted, but he caged it tight and buried it beneath the observation of someone else’s need.
    Daniel waited until Adam got a good grip on his master’s shirt before laying down another swat. Clark spread his legs to find balance, and the world spun as his mind provided him an image of a dingy hotel room, of what it looked like when he was on his knees.
    Adam’s cries became incoherent, and when he tried to thrash -- move to get more friction, adjust to offer more of himself, get closer to and away from the impact at the same time -- Tristan’s arms clamped down and held him stationary. Another swat cracked before Adam completely stilled, and Clark jerked, a gasp escaping his lips.
    “ Yes !” Adam called, sounding grateful and helpless. Tristan petted through Adam’s hair and held up two fingers, saying without words that Adam was at the point that they should either stop and have mercy or give Adam a moment to recover.
    Daniel nodded at Tristan and shook out his hand. Clark