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“I’d like that, and I promise not to stay away. I’ve missed you both.”

I feel Roe relax. I don’t want to shatter his hopes, but I think we’ve missed our chance with him. Time will tell.

When Maddox walks out and heads to the changing rooms, Roe lets out a huge sigh that sounds sad. I turn him to face me and wrap my arms around his waist and down to his arse and squeeze it. “Next time we’re at Bound, we’ll just have to make ourselves irresistible.” I kiss him, a proper kiss, sweeping my tongue into his mouth and stroking it over his until his knees go weak.

“I’ll see you at home,” Roman says when he comes back in after changing. “I’ll start making dinner.”

“I can pick some up if you don’t want to. I can get burgers from the pub.” I know how much Roe likes the food from the King’s Head and can see him wavering, then he nods.

“Sounds good. I mean I have done a long workout.” He blows a kiss and leaves me alone.

Maddox has a full body workout; I can see the guy spotting for him is impressed. They talk after the session. Maddox is at ease, laughing with a few other guys who joined them. When he leaves, he gives me a wave but doesn’t come in. That’s okay; he’s made the first move and come back and talked.

I’m more than ready to leave work tonight. I think Roman is going to need to be centred after all that happened. He hasn’t had a good spanking for a while; this is going to be fun. With everything locked up and a quick chat with the trainers working late, I leave. The drive to the pub is a quick one, the traffic is light at this time on a Sunday, which makes it easy to park outside the pub.

It’s busy inside, but I weave through without too much difficulty; whether it’s my Dom status or respect for the gym, I’m greeted with hellos as they move out of the way. At the bar, I quickly place my food order. After paying, I move away, giving the space to another customer. As I crowd watch, checking to see if there’s anyone here I can talk to while I wait, something catches my attention. Ollie is grinning widely as he walks towards the door. I’m interested to see who the recipient of such a great smile is. Fucking hell!

It’s Maddox!

Ollie reaches him and is dragged closer and kissed. How long has this been going on? Is this why he’s been avoiding us? So many thoughts crowd my mind, I barely hear my name being called. What it does do is alert Maddox and Ollie to my presence. Maddox looks around, searching for me. When he does, he smiles and gives me a nod. There’s no sign of guilt or shock as he greets me as he has before. Why shouldn’t he? We have no claim to him or he to us. I am a little sad that he didn’t tell us; we both like and have played with Ollie. Thoughts of the four of us playing flood my mind, and I like the idea. Maybe this is the way it’s going to work. I find myself smiling back at him. Then remember to go and collect my food.

On the drive home, I plan my strategy to tell Roman what I’ve just witnessed and the possibility of the four of us. There’s no way I would keep this from him; we don’t live that way. It’s a major unspoken rule that honesty and openness are a way of life. I also know that if they are seen by one of my brothers, they will tell me. They may not know the ins and outs of our friendship with Maddox, but they obviously know about our friendship.

“I’m back,” I call out as I come through the door. “You’ll never guess what I just saw,” I say loudly and walk into the kitchen. “Roe?”

There’s only silence. I put the food in the oven on a low heat and go in search of my lover. I take the stairs two at a time and go to our bedroom. I stop, my gaze travels over his very naked body. He’s facing way from me, so his arse is facing me, his hole well and truly plugged, his knees spread, and his head down, his chest on the bed. It’s breathtakingly beautiful.

I laugh when I see the Post-it stuck to his lower back. SPANK ME.

“It’s like you can read my mind, boy,” I say as I pull the paper off his back, then run my hand down the smooth skin over the notches of his spine. “I’m not sure if you deserve it though; isn’t it my decision? I’m the one giving the orders. But, seeing as you look so pretty all plugged and ready, I’ll let it go this time.” I kiss the left cheek, then the right before spanking my hand over the plug.

Roman groans with pleasure as I slap down hard on his cheek. I smack him with one hand and undo my jeans with the other. I want to be ready to fuck him. I kick off my shoes as I stroke down the valley of his spread arse to tap the plug.

“Hmm, I wonder how many you deserve. What do you think, boy?” I wriggle the plug, making him squirm.

“I don’t know, Sir. I just know that I need it to hurt, to leave a mark to show that I’m yours.” He’s panting. Maddox still saying no has upset him all over again. I’ll have to be careful when I share the news.

“You’ll always be mine, boy. I love you.” I start the pattern of left to right, up and down, over and over. I don’t count; all I need to do is watch my boy. He’s completely lost to the feeling, his hips swaying, not to avoid the hard slap but to chase it.

The welts are rising, the faint bloom of bruising flushing up under the redness from my hand. It’s looking exactly the way he wants it to look, so a couple more, then I’ll pull the plug out and plunge deep inside him. My dick is diamond hard and dripping precum.

“Two more, boy.” I don’t ease up, and my hand is going to need icing, but his need makes it worth it. As the last one hits dead centre over the plug, I pull it free. I’m breathing heavily now, the exertion of giving him pleasure has me panting. I won’t last long inside his tight, hot hole.

“Fuck,” I moan as he instantly clamps around me, sucking me deeper inside as pleasure from the top of my head to my toes rushes through me. I grab his flaming arse cheeks, knowing the pain will have him coming in seconds. “You can come, boy.”

His cry as he comes and comes over the sheets has him sobbing. I’m right with him, my hips slamming deeper and deeper as my orgasm takes over, and I’m filling him with my hot seed, breeding his arse just the way he loves it.

When my head becomes less fuzzy and my vision is clear of the blinding fireworks, I pull out.

“No, stay inside me,” he pleads. “I want you with me.”

“I’m always with you, baby.” Carefully, I move us to lie on the bed. It’s not easy with my dick still buried in him, but I manage it. As I spoon him, he sighs, and I have a feeling he’ll be asleep if I don’t act. “Come on, I need to clean you up and get some cream on your bum. You’re going to be feeling this for a good few days.”

I happily take the soft pillow Knox hands me, and I gingerly sit down. The sense of bliss as the dull pain in my arse makes me sigh. I once tried to explain why I wanted this to a friend not in the lifestyle. It’s impossible to make them understand that having faith and trust to let a man do this—to be smacked so hard it leaves bruises. For me, it’s a safe way to let my bottled-up frustration out; it lets me focus on Knox and how much he loves me. That he knows what I crave and doesn’t question me, ask why. He can see it.

“You okay there, baby?” He’s smirking, but he’s also holding an ice pack in his hand. He gets such a high from knowing he’s reason I’m careful sitting down.

“Just peachy, very red and bruised peaches. I am okay; you did exactly what I needed.”