Page 80 of Various Intentions

I leaned against the bathroom counter where I could still see out of the door and shoved a hand down the front of my boxer-briefs, fingering myself while I watched them. This was better than porn—taking a back seat and watching what they did together. They were beautiful, and they were mine.

Vincent arched his back like a cat and just about purred he was so content. Matteo knew exactly what Vincent liked. He’d watched me, and he’d been paying attention. It was like seeing an apprentice come into his own when you hadn’t even realized the talent was there.

Vincent would become suspicious if I didn’t appear, so when Matteo slicked up a finger and inserted it into Vincent’s ass, I strode out of the bathroom and made my way to the desk beside the bed. Vincent’s gaze flew to Matteo, but Matteo didn’t stop what he was doing, so Vincent’s startled gaze landed on me.

“Quiet,” I said to him, pulling the straight chair out and arranging it to facilitate the view. “Since Matteo has you well in hand, I’m going to watch. You do look very pretty with Matteo’s fingers in you up to the knuckle.”

“Yes, Sir,” Vincent moaned. “Thank you, Sir.”

“I’m not the one you should be thanking,” I said, leaning forward. “Who is the person owning you right now?”

“Matteo. Matteo,” Vincent gasped, as the man in question fucked him hard with two fingers.

“So, thank Matteo.”

“Thank you, Matteo. Thank you,” Vincent panted, letting his head hang as Matteo worked his magic.

“It’s my pleasure, Vincent.”

When Vincent closed his eyes, I gestured to Matteo, my hand picking up a pretend remote control and aiming it at Vincent’s rear. I raised my eyebrows.

Matteo smiled and nodded, giving our boy a couple of hard pumps with his fingers and then pulling them out and slapping Vincent on the ass again—hard.

“Three words,” Matteo said. “Remote. Control. Plug.”

Vincent made a pitiful sound, because he knew where this was going.

“No…no, no, no.”

I couldn’t help smiling. Vincent had a love-hate relationship with the vibrating plug. It made him feel so good, but he found it extremely difficult to control his orgasm. And he knew that neither Matteo nor I would go easy on him.

“You have your safeword if you need it,” I reminded him. “Tell me what it is.”

Vincent sighed, turning his head to meet my gaze. “S-stitches.”

“Now show me the hand that had the stitches.”

Vincent lifted his left hand while Matteo found the vibrating prostate plug—Vincent’s evil nemesis—in the drawer.

“That’s right. And are you very careful when you use knives now?”

“Yes, Sir.Verycareful.”

“I know you are. And Matteo’s taught you some good techniques, right?”

“Yes, Sir, he has.”

I flashed Matteo a grin as he lubed the thick bulb of the prostate massaging plug, staring at Vincent’s hole with an eagerness he couldn’t conceal.

“I’m going to let Matteo control this, Vincent. Do you have any objections?”

Vincent stared at me, his blue eyes vulnerable and vast. “No, Sir.”

“Good. I’m going to sit back and enjoy the show.”

Matteo chuckled. “I’ll do my best to please you, Sir,” he said.

I waved him off. “Just have fun. Don’t worry about me.”