Chains and Canes (23 page)

She flashed a megawatt smile. “Word, word, word. I like your punishments, Sir. Very much.”

“This one you won’t.” He managed to maintain a hint of threat when really he wanted to laugh. Her teasing mood was infectious. For all her amiability, she had one particular weakness—the only one he’d ever be able to fully affect. “I like you too much to have to ignore you. Days on end. Sounds damn unpleasant.”

“Can’t have that,” she said with a shiver and wide-eyed shock.

“Call him.”

“Yes, Sir.” She pressed the connect button.

Daniel answered quickly, as if he’d been waiting. More likely, he was up early and working at his desk, since he was already dressed in a crisp white dress shirt. A perfectly pressed tie hung around his neck, waiting for a Windsor knot. Tepid sunshine poured through a window over his shoulder.

“Good morning, angel,” he said with a smile.

Naya didn’t say a word, exactly as Remy had demanded.

He panned the camera away from her face to reveal her bound wrists, then down the lovely length of her body, finishing with a glorious view of her ass. He moved very slowly to make sure Daniel didn’t miss a thing.

He set the laptop down across the bed and looked in the lens. “Good morning, Daniel. It’s time to play.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Daniel had a cup of coffee at his elbow, music piping through his in-suite office, and a three-inch stack of paperwork he was supposed to review before a nine a.m. meeting.

Every obligation had slipped away the second he answered the video call.

His angel’s hair was mussed around her face. The bright wash of almost neon pink across her cheeks said she was as turned on as she ever got. Remy hadn’t fucked her though. Not yet. He’d lingered on her ass and wet cunt long enough for Daniel to see that. Her body language all but begged for more.

The pent-up energy that buzzed through Remy was another giveaway. Intense energy blazed in his eyes, the kind that said nothing was stopping him now.

“Good morning, Remy.” Daniel carefully pushed his coffee to the far corner of the desk. Now there was plenty of space. He could only guess at what the Cajun had in store for them.

Which was pretty much the point of their entanglement. Daniel could let go and allow someone else to take over. It was becoming easier each time.

“Good morning, harem boy.”

A muffled giggle came through the computer’s speakers. From the angle of the camera shot, Daniel could only see Naya’s back shake with laughter.

Remy swatted her ass with a black paddle. He handled it so casually, as if the instrument were an extension of his will. “I said for you to hush,
chère
. Not a word.”

“Technically that wasn’t a word,” Daniel said with a smile. He ran the ends of his tie between his fingers. Pure silk, of course, which meant it wouldn’t be great for tying anyone up. He couldn’t shake the idea of his wrists being bound to Naya’s. “She only made a sound.”

“Is that right?” Remy’s voice held that growling, commanding tone, the very one that had made Daniel drop to his knees and swallow cock despite Declan’s cameras. “You wanna be lippy? So be it.
She
can talk now. You, however… Strip. And keep your mouth shut.”

Daniel wanted to balk. He was in his hotel room and had places to be, and he hadn’t put the
do not disturb
sign on the door.

It was all bullshit. Upper-level details didn’t mean anything once Remy burned away the chaff. The feeling was addictive, and if Remy was the one to provide that fix, Daniel would keep returning for more.

Standing from his leather chair, he slipped the tie off and pooled it on the desk. His shirt came next. He aligned it over the back of his chair. After stripping his trousers, he draped them over the shirt. Part of it was practical. He did have a meeting in two hours. Part of it was giving up the last of his control. Teasing Remy. Making him wait. Building the anticipation.

It was working.

Remy watched intently. Daniel didn’t know if Naya could see him. He loved the way she ate up his body with her gaze. Having her watch him obey was different—more exposed than mere nudity. He was still getting used to pushing past that embarrassment, when there was no other word for this. He was obeying a man who’d given him orders. They would love every second.

Daniel’s blood was charged. His body felt new, as if he were
in
his skin more fully than any other time in his life. As he’d suspected nearly from the start, he’d been missing a piece to a puzzle he hadn’t realized was possible to find.

“Look at that body, Naya,” said Remy in a growling purr that dipped deep into the Louisiana swamps. “He’s a handsome, handsome man, ain’t he?”

She made a noise of agreement that the computer barely caught. “
Si
, Sir. I spend hours crawling all over him.”

“I just bet you do.” The camera pulled back for Daniel to see Naya’s bowing pose and Remy behind her. “That’s better. Don’t want you to miss a thing, boy.”

They looked beautiful together, even when Remy picked up the black paddle again—perhaps especially then. “And you, Daniel. You’re already hard, aren’t you? You’re greedy in a different way.”

Daniel swallowed. Being under orders to not talk was difficult. He had plenty to say, about how his cock was throbbing and rock hard, about how no other sexual situations made him harder. Remy alone and Naya alone made his dick perk up and make demands, but seeing them together…he was constantly on the brink of orgasm.

“Stand up and tilt the camera.” Remy’s voice remained edgy but layered over with domineering calm. “Let me see your fat prick.”

Daniel’s hands were shaking with want and desire that wrapped his veins into knots. He was charged up and chomping at the bit.

Remy hadn’t given him further orders. So he waited. In that he found satisfaction as well. Remy began spanking Naya again. Over and over with fast blows.

Daniel curled fists at his hips. Maybe he’d get in trouble if Remy noticed. Maybe he wouldn’t. There was no holding back the physical expression of his nerves. Only when Naya was involved did his warning sensors go off. Was Remy treating her right? From thirteen time zones away, Daniel couldn’t see how far she was flying, how deep she’d traveled into subspace.

Trust. They couldn’t do this without trust.

So he forced his tension to dissipate.
Let it go.
He concentrated on the strong muscles in Remy’s arms and how they flexed. With the camera angled to the side, Daniel couldn’t see the full extent of color layering over Naya’s ass, but he caught a glimpse of stunning pink.

“You don’ like watching this so much. I know.” Remy rubbed both hands over Naya’s ass. “Not from all the way in Hong Kong. You want to be here.”

The Cajun was so right that it sounded like a taunt. Daniel worked to hold back his growl. He wanted in on the action. His body was screaming for it. This long-distance submission was the difference between listening to a symphony through tinny hotel speakers and attending a live performance at the Met. A substitute. And in this case, literally half a world away from the real thing.

Daniel needed pure submission. The real deal. In person. He wanted to make sure that Naya was getting what she craved, and that Remy was sated and pleased afterward.

I still want to hold him.

The room was chilly, but that wasn’t the source of his shiver. Perhaps
this
was
pure submission. He’d been ordered to do something uncomfortable and new and full of rational misgivings.

And he obeyed.

“I understand your frustration, boy.” Remy twisted his wrists to brush Naya’s pussy, exploring and playing with the wetness Daniel knew by sensory memory. Her slick moisture was enough to make his mouth water. “I wouldn’t want to be anyplace else either. Oh well. You get Naya most every night. She’s mine now.”

What should’ve been playful sounded like another taunt. Like hackles on a dog, hair lifted up from Daniel’s nape. That itch of warning smashed into his desire to take Remy in his arms and ease the hurt he so obviously tried to hide, ignore, escape. Only, Daniel didn’t know which would win out in such a head-on duel.

Fucking
trust
. He wanted it more than he believed in it.

Remy slipped down the bed until his mouth aligned with Naya’s pussy. He tugged her thong down her legs until she was completely bare. His long, slow lick played to the webcam, but his tongue wasn’t what Naya needed. She moaned and arched toward Remy’s sucking mouth.

Beautiful. They were beautiful. Daniel
needed
to be there. In the heat of his arousal, he focused on his job, task, joy. To serve them both. To submit to the command that was driving him insane. He didn’t care what they did, so long as he got to be a part of it. He’d wait forever, knowing he’d never need to wait long. Remy and his Naya would reward him just as Remy rewarded her.

But for the first time, he was on the outside.

Remy’s gaze cut toward the camera. “You’re a fantastic manwhore. Can’t see anything but your fine chest, all the way down to your thighs. No face, Daniel. Only your cock pointed straight at us. I could push Naya down on your dick while I twisted her tits. Would you like that?” His grin was slick and mocking. “Oh wait, you don’t have permission to talk.”

A quiet groan slipped from Daniel’s chest. His prick twitched. His hips surged toward them when Remy slipped two fingers into Naya’s pussy. He licked her gleaming moisture, still playing to the webcam.

Remy reared back on his knees and stripped his tight gray T-shirt. Every curving line of muscle stood out, sharply defined and fucking sexy. So fit and brutally beautiful. Daniel admired the boxes across the man’s abs. Not just six. Beneath Remy’s shallow navel was the hint of an eight-pack. His unadorned circular tattoo was dark like a brand around the cap of his shoulder.

Had he been eating enough? They’d been working unbelievably hard. A body couldn’t expend that much energy without taking in the needed fuel. Naya told him about the ups and downs and long hours when they traded phone calls, and Remy dodged caring inquiries when they texted. He was obviously more comfortable tying Daniel’s dick into excruciating knots of desire.

Fuck your hand in the closest bathroom stall. Send me a picture when you’re done.

I dreamed about biting your ass cheek until you called red.

One day I’ll order you to spank Naya and you’ll obey me.

That particular message had made Daniel uncomfortable, but also more hopeful than was wise.
One day.
Remy was making plans, even on an unconscious level where talk of sex was safer.

One day.

Care for them. Need them. God, his emotions were digging into his bones.

But sex
was
safer, and it was what Remy allowed. When the man fished a condom from the bedclothes and rolled it on, his hands were steady. He pinned his gaze on Naya, who was writhing and eager. Daniel stood there, legs shaking. An object. A sexual toy awaiting Remy’s preference.

It was frustrating, but so
freeing
. Daniel breathed deeply. He smelled his own arousal—the scent of precome in a pristine hotel room. The universe was inconsequential compared to the liquid peace in his mind—if he could focus on the beautiful lovers in front of him, rather than the sick worry that had started to invade thoughts of them.

Remy slid his cock home. Naya groaned long and low, with her back arched while her partner fucked without mercy. Daniel knew Remy’s prick. He knew the length and the solid feel between his lips. His mouth watered. He wanted another taste. Wanted more.

All of Remy’s concentration was for Naya. He looked as if he belonged to her, entranced, although she was the submissive. They moved together like they were dancing, with every stroke a graceful, passionate step.

“Oh, Sir. God, yes. My Sir. Please.”

“Please,” Remy said on a gasp. “What are you asking for, my pretty girl?”

“More. Just…more.”

Mine too,
Daniel thought. More desperately now.
You’re both mine
.

She spread her legs wider, as Remy clamped hard, strong hands on her upraised hips. She was close to coming. Daniel could tell from this far away, but there was nothing he could do to help her along. The situation wouldn’t have been any different had they been in the same room, with Daniel frozen by Remy’s orders, but it was.

He couldn’t focus.
Dammit.
Submission was bullshit when he couldn’t let go of his mind.

Remy yanked Naya’s dark hair. She bent back against her wrist restraints. The cloth gave and stretched, but it held. No part of her was free of Remy’s control. With his other hand, he reached around her slender torso and pinched her nipple. Kept up the pressure even as his hips pulsed.

“There you are,
chère
.” Remy’s words were growling, menacing and so damn hot. “You’re pinned. Held. Hurt. Come for me. You have my permission.”

Her cries of release were a beautiful song. She turned her face toward the camera. Daniel wasn’t sure if she actually focused on him, but Christ, he loved the abandon of her blissful expression. She had given herself entirely.

To Remy.

The gorgeous dancer followed her over into orgasm. His hips twitched once, twice, then ground against the flesh of Naya’s ass. He wrenched her hair so tightly that white tendons stood out across the back of his hand. Pain laced with her inarticulate noises, which seemed to drag out and intensify Remy’s orgasm.

He grunted quietly. “Fuck. Fuck yes, my good girl.”

Daniel waited. His cock
thrummed
with wanting.

The flurry between Naya and Remy subsided, as their harsh panting eased and fingers unfurled. Remy pressed his cheek against Naya’s back, looking directly at the computer. “Did you like that?”

Daniel didn’t answer. Like a magic spell. No order, no words. Plain as that.

“You may speak now, boy,” Remy said with a dirty, contented grin.

“I liked it, Sir.”