Page 55 of There’s a Way (Mythic Beast #2)

Davy

Could life get any better? I couldn’t imagine how it might.

When we finished eating, Master took Sir back out on the dance floor, and since Razor wouldn’t dance with Matty, my friend dragged me out on the dance floor with him. I’d have much preferred people-watching with Razor, but Matty wouldn’t hear it.

For a sub, he can be damned bossy sometimes.

Eventually, we made our way back to the limo, and I asked, “Can we see the Eiffel Tower at night? And Notre Dame? Oh! Isn’t there, like, a red light district!?”

Panda drove us by the first two, but told us they hadn’t planned for a walk through the red light district. Master could’ve insisted, but he didn’t, so I let it go.

And the places Panda took us to see things lit up were incredible.

We got out and did a five-person selfie with the Eiffel Tower behind us, and Panda drove around the Arc de Triomphe a couple of times for us, which was fun.

We’d seen these places during the day, but I was glad we got to see them all lit up at night, too.

And then it was time for us to go to the airport.

Our plane left a little after three in the morning and arrived in New York a little before six in the morning.

We had a fancy breakfast on top of a skyscraper in Manhattan, drove by Times Square, saw a little of Central Park, and then drove to a small airport in New Jersey, where Heather flew in shortly after we arrived, and she flew us home.

We all had to be at work Monday. Well, all of us except Will, who lives a life of luxury when he isn’t on tour.

Sometimes, I feel a little guilty about going to work and leaving him when he doesn’t have a whole lot planned, but then other days he works round the clock, and I’m glad I have my own life outside the Beast Castle.

One of the things I’ve learned about Master is that he doesn’t like long flights.

At all. He usually needs a couple of days to recover, but we hit the ground running when we arrived in Paris.

So, when we got home, after two trips over the Atlantic pretty much back-to-back, Master went to bed and crashed hard.

I thought we’d have lots of sex to celebrate, and I figured we would eventually, but not yet.

“I’m tired,” I told Sir, “But I slept on the plane, both planes, so I’m not terribly sleepy.”

“Same. You’re behind on your workout schedule. I’ll work out with you.”

I groaned, and she ran her hand down my naked dick and then held it in her hand while she told me, “You’ll feel better, and I’ll get all horny, watching your abs and adonis belt, so we’ll fuck, and then we’ll sleep.”

Okay, when she put it like that, maybe working out didn’t sound so bad.

Also, Ghost had shown me stuff to do on the heavy bag, and Micca makes me go through the routine Ghost set up for me. She critiques my form even worse than Ghost does, but it’s helpful.

This evening, though, she got one of the canes Master keeps in an umbrella stand in the corner, and popped me on the ass when she didn’t like my form.

She worked me hard, so I fell to the ground and just pulled oxygen into my body when she finally told me I could stop. The backs of my legs hurt something awful from the damned cane, and I don’t think I’ve ever loved her more.

She stood over me and looked down, her hands on her hips.

“I got some balls to screw on your horseshoe PA. Great big balls that’re supposed to feel fantastic while you scrape your dick over my g-spot during sex. I’m not going to want to shower after sex tonight, which means you don’t get to come inside me.”

“I’m here for your pleasure, Sir.”

She smiled. “I know you are, Davy. Give me plenty of g-spot orgasms along with some clitoral orgasms, and I’ll let you beat off when I’m finished with you. If I’m not fully, one thousand percent sated, though, you won’t get an orgasm tonight.”

* * * *

Davy

I had to swap out the jewelry I was wearing for the horseshoe one.

Not a problem, but it took a few minutes.

The balls looked completely ridiculous, but they weren’t meant to stay on the piercing all the time, just to be there for sex.

I had to be careful at first, getting inside of Sir, but once I was inside I could tell by her reactions it worked for her when I aimed at her front wall and scraped over it.

I came out several times to suck and lick her clitoris, and going back in got easier every time because I figured out the right angle for entry.

I was hard as a rock because I love pleasuring my Sir, but it was all about her pleasure, not mine. We fucked in the playroom so we didn’t bother Master, and that means Sir could scream as loud as she wanted when she came, and wow, did the jewelry seem to work.

When Sir finally decided she was done for the night, I had to wait a while before she told me her determination. I cleaned her with baby wipes and then went to my knees to await further instructions.

She looked at me through a dozen breaths, and finally said, “Change the balls out, so the ones that came with the horseshoe are back on it, clean the big ones and put them in one of the drawers with the UV lights. Bring the alligator nipple clamps and the ball separator that also crushes. If you want lube, it’ll have to be the cinnamon mix. ”

* * * *

Micca

Davy gave me some of the best orgasms ever, and he worked hard to pleasure me, so I figured I owed it to him to repay the favor. Sure, I could’ve let him use olive oil and beat off, but it would’ve just been a run-of-the mill masturbation orgasm.

If I hurt him exactly right, his orgasm would be explosive, and then some. I made him put the ball separator on, and then kneel close enough to me on the bed I could set the crushing panels so they were barely pressing on his balls. For now .

Next, I had him put the clamps on his nipples, and then I had him put lube on his left hand, since it takes him a few minutes longer to get off when he goes at it left-handed.

“I’ll tighten the clamp down on your balls at the three-minute mark,” I told him, “and then every two minutes after that. You’ll need permission to come, and I’d like you to come on my stomach, so you can lick it off.

For now, right hand behind your back. If it comes around front, everything stops and you won’t get to come. ”

I tightened the clamp on his balls twice before he begged for permission to come, but he was so close to me tightening it again, I made him wait another ten seconds so I could screw it down a couple more turns, and then counted down from twenty before I gave him permission.

When his jizz was all on my stomach and his eyes glassed over with pleasure, I told him, “Swap hands, left behind you and right in the front, but don’t touch your dick again.”

My way, he didn’t get the cinnamon mixture on the bed or me when he used his right hand for balance while he licked his jizz from my stomach.

When he kneeled back up, his legs wide apart to try to give his balls as much space as possible, I told him, “Take the hardware off your nipples first, then your balls. Shower in the jail cell to get the cinnamon off your dick and hand, but don’t get your hair wet.

You can clean up in here tomorrow evening.

” He’d only need to clean a few things and change the sheets on the bed, but it could wait.

By the time he was out of the shower, I was ready to climb the steps to slide into bed with Will. I put Davy in the middle, and I spooned him in front of me and held him to drift off to sleep.

* * * *

Will

I woke with Davy and Micca the next morning.

I fucked Davy’s ass and then paddled it until it was bright red before I released him from the fucking station to make the bed and get ready for work.

He wakes up with plenty of time for me to use him and for him to handle his morning chores.

He left for work first, since he doesn’t eat breakfast. I fixed Micca’s breakfast while she got ready for work, and then I sat with her while she ate.

She told me about her evening with Davy. I’d seen the cane marks, and I was glad the two of them had a good time even with me crashed.

“I talked to Horse about the telepath thing, since I haven’t set that up with anyone before.

I’ve had other people set it up with me, but I haven’t initiated it.

He explained how to do it, but to be honest, I think I’d rather wait a few months.

He gave me some energy exercises to do, and until I can control the energy during those exercises, I don’t really trust myself to be the lead person for the little ceremony. ”

“Whenever you’re ready, and not a day before. No pressure. We do fine communicating the way we are. What’s involved in setting it up?”

She rolled her eyes. “It always seems to be blood for these things. Not a lot, just a few drops, and then intention.”

I nodded. “Someday, then. We have time. I’m so glad you said yes. I talked to a wedding planner, and she said we don’t pick a date until we have a place, but we can decide on a general time frame. Is it too soon for us to talk about that?”

“I mean, the goal is a June wedding, right?”

I smiled, relieved she didn’t want to push it out indefinitely. From what I’d read, sometimes brides start getting cold feet after they say yes . “Okay then, June. Are you still wanting the sunset thing?”

“If it’s okay with you? Do you think Davy has any wishes we should incorporate?”

“Other than a few things he wants in his vows, he does not. I want to be in charge of the music for the reception, and I want it to be somewhere that takes care of most everything, or to have a company do all of that for us. Also, I want my people to do the pictures and video. Otherwise, I’d like to be told about stuff as it’s planned, but you get to create the wedding of your dreams.” I reached into my jeans and pulled a credit card out with her name on it.

“If you go above three hundred thousand dollars, let me know. Not a problem if you do, I just need to let my finance guy know if I need more than that liquid.”

She stared at the card a good thirty seconds before she met my gaze. “I’m still getting used to this. I can’t imagine it’s going to cost anywhere close to that.”

I shook my head. “I do not want a budget wedding. I’ll text you the business card of a wedding planner who comes highly recommended.

I like the idea of a destination wedding, but close enough the bikers and our other friends can make the drive in two or three hours, so we can make a weekend of it.

I’m not saying that’s what we should do, if there’s somewhere local you like, that’s fine, or if you want to go somewhere far away, we can do that, too, and fly everyone there.

The Alps, Vegas, Hawaii, Paris, whatever.

The music for the reception is mine, and we’re going for luxury, not budget.

Everything else, you get to plan, but for goodness sakes, it should be you deciding and not Matty. Right?”

She laughed. “Excellent point. Okay, I’ll talk to your person.” She frowned. “I want the regular wedding music for the ceremony, I think.”

I nodded. “Agreed.”

She looked at the credit card again and then back to me. “The place with the columns and stuff, where you did the video with the Tennessee River in the background, that was nice, but there wasn’t a sunset, the way the sun went below the mountain.”

“Probably want a beach or a mountaintop facing west for the best chance of a pretty sunset.”

She nodded and walked her plate to the sink.

“Go,” I told her. “I’ll clean the kitchen.”

I walked her out, and she climbed into her Drake Security SUV for the drive to work. She has a red BMW X3, an adorable little SUV, but Nathan wants her to drive a company vehicle back and forth to work.

“You’re my fiancé, now,” she told me when I leaned in to kiss her. “It seems surreal.”

I smiled. “I love you, too. I prefer to think of you as my bride, but fiancée can work, too.”

I watched her drive away and considered whether it’d be okay for me to buy Davy a car. I’d wanted to replace his since I first saw it, but I didn’t want to offend him. He’d agreed to a commitment ceremony, though, so perhaps it was time to put him in something safer.

Micca is happy with her adorable SUV, so no way was she going to want me to buy her a car.

And she owns it, without a loan, so it wasn’t like I could pay the loan off.

She’d been clear that she didn’t want me paying for her personal stuff, and I can respect that.

Still, I’d need to talk to her before I bought Davy a car.

I didn’t think she was going to compare what I spent on the two of them, but I should make sure.

She’d explained to Davy why he doesn’t have to plan vacations for the three of us.

She’d used the term several times, that she didn’t want to be a single parent over a submissive or slave, and in a lot of ways, both of us being a Dom to our boy probably involves the same kinds of conversations parents need to have about their kids.

Davy’s an adult, but our near-TPE relationship over him means we take a lot of responsibility for him.

So, a conversation with Micca, and then I’d have a talk with the people at Maserati. My boy always looks longingly at them when we see one in the wild, so that’s what I’d get him.