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Jack went first, and I noticed Gray’s chuckle as Jack ripped the contract with such a force, then gently gathered the pieces in a neat pile off to his right.

Looking satisfied, Jack held Gray’s copy only to have Gray sniff at it.

“Gray,” Jack warned in a low voice.

“Kind of like the collar on you, Jack.” I could hear his playful tone.

Jack put some determination on his face. “You can ask me to slip it on anytime.” He held the contract a little further.

“Ask you? Not so fun, Jack.”

Jack huffed. “
Order
. Just,” he waggled the contract, “please?”

Gray swelled into the small of my back, and I shifted into the pressure with a secret smile. He really got a kick out of seeing Jack plead. I nudged Gray in the ribs. “Pack it in,” I warned, and Gray chuckled.

“Give it here.” He took the contract and tore it up into my lap. “Happy?”

“Huh.” No. Jack wasn’t, not until he’d gathered up all bits of torn paper and stacked them neatly. It was a little disconcerting to see; I’d not seen him like this, not since the painting episode. He picked the scraps up, padded into the kitchen, and we both heard the lid to the bin go as he threw them away.

“Now?” said Gray as Jack came back in and sat down on the floor. He nodded once, happy, and Gray sighed a
thank fuck for that
.

“Gray?” I said, watching Jack.

“Hmmm?” he said, nuzzling into me.

“Who exactly owns Jack’s Mercedes?”

Jack glanced up sharply, offering Gray this warning look that had me smiling.

“Why?” said Gray. “Who did he say owned it?”

“Said he bought it himself.”

Gray chuckled, almost confirming my thoughts. “You lying—”

“Oh no,” said Gray, “Jack bought it, all right.”

That left room for a
but
, and I half-looked at Gray over my shoulder.

“He’s a Master’s sub, Jan.” Gray said that in time with Jack’s groan. “Only Doms and security staff are given black Mercs as company cars.”

I let out a laugh and looked at Jack. “You bought yourself a Mercedes to look the Dom part?”

Jack screwed his face. “No, I bought the black Merc because I hate what they give fucking Master subs.”

I was back with Gray. “What do they give Master subs?”

I felt a bite at my shoulder and shivered, but it was Jack who answered. “A Jag, all right.” He spat that out. “They all get fucking Jags.”

I looked between them both, then settled on Jack. “You turned down a
Jag
?”

“He thinks they’re for more
mature
men,” whispered Gray, and I let out a laugh.

“Yeah, quit it, now,” said Jack, adding a disgruntled huff. “I’ve grown up sitting in the back seat of a Jag, my old man driving. No fucking way were you forcing me to drive one.”

“So you went and bought a black Mercedes, like Gray’s hard guys?”

“Gray’s got a Rolls too.”

“Yeah, but a black Mercedes, like Gray’s
hard
guys.”

“You’re back to that whole ‘can’t get past me teaching kids’ shit again, Jan.” He didn’t look happy. “We’re gonna fall out before we even get started.”

I shifted and took something out of my pocket. “You’re gonna want these back,” I said, offering them over my shoulder to Gray, and I threw Jack a wink. “I’m no Dom either.”

“Keep them,” said Gray, “perk of being the boss’s bit on the si—”

I thumped him again. Like hell was he down-grading me in this relationship.

“Partner; I said partner.”

“Oh great,” said Jack, throwing his hands up in disgust. “I have to buy my own, but Jan—”

“You can have my Jag, Jack.”

“Seriously?” Jack cocked his head at me. “You’d give that away?”

“I’d give it away to you,” I said quietly; then Gray huffed.

“And yet you won’t have a Jag off me to display you’re my sub?”

“Yeah, well,” said Jack. “Jan’s got a tax-exempt classic.” I saw him look at my ass. “Yeah, kind of like the idea of driving in that.”

I felt movement behind me as Gray shifted, pushing back up onto the arm, tugging at me to get to my feet.

“Where we going?” said Jack, frowning, then getting up.

“Tax exempt, my ass,” he mumbled. “I’m taking Jan to bed, and I’m gonna let him fuck me. Kind of liked the look of his dick.”

Jack’s mouth dropped—and he was suddenly pulling off his T-shirt, then unbuckling his trousers. “You never go bottom.” He sounded that grief stricken, I wanted to hug him, pat his shoulder, and go
awwwww
.

“Well,” said Gray, tugging me toward the stairs, “you never really asked, did you, Jack? Now Jan on the other hand....”

I waggled my eyebrows at Jack catching him hold his look between lust and this dumbass expression. Then it was lost as Gray pulled me upstairs and into Jack’s bedroom. Gray slipped behind the door, and in my direction he mouthed and counted on his fingers, “5, 4, 3, 2, 1—”

Jack came skidding into the bedroom on one, and with a roll of the eye, Gray slipped from behind the door, caught Jack by the arm, spun him face-first back to the door, then cuffed him with his hands behind his back.

“Gra—”

Jack wasn’t even given time to finish. Forcing him down to sit with his back to the radiator, Gray took out another pair of handcuffs, flicked one over the chain on Jack’s, another around the pipe, then fastened Jack firmly in place.

A gentle pat to Jack’s head, Gray stepped over his feet and came to me. “Extenuating circumstances, Jack.” Gray wrapped his arms around me from behind, and I relaxed back into him. “Gotta watch that head of yours, right? And that ass.” Gray looked at me. “He said he had to watch that ass of his as well. Right?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said to Gray, “definitely moaned about watching his ass too.”

“Thought so,” said Gray, then to Jack, “Me being a Master, I have to keep your well being at heart at all times.”

“You—” The abuse that hit the air could have turned a red rose blue.

“Awww, look,” I said, biting back on my chuckle and looking at Gray. “He’s thanking you for your consideration, Gray.”

Jack found new words and word orders to fit his abuse in then, and slipping past me, Gray pulled a gag from one of the drawers and went over to Jack. Bending down, he lifted Jack’s chin and gave him a rough kiss. That stilled Jack for a moment. “I’d do the bastard,” Gray growled. “Always.” And then he fastened the gag around Jack’s mouth. To add insult to injury, he pulled a collar free from his other pocket and slipped that into place around Jack’s throat too. “I don’t ask, Jack, not where your ass is concerned. I take.” A hard rub of hand into Jack’s crotch had Jack’s hips up off the floor. “Sex-slave, kind of like that title on you for our next session.” Then over to me. “Gets so vocal with his thanks, though, don’t you think?”

“Certainly gives it his all,” I said, and grinned as Gray went over to the bed and started to strip. He had that same confidence as Jack when it came to his body. There were a few scars, ones I wanted to find out about, but—hell. Gray. Power and sex instantly kicked my dick into gear.

“Ready to drive him over the edge?” said Gray, lust already on full display with his cock. I’d tasted him once, but now I wasn’t a Dom in training; I was one guy standing naked with another guy, one that knew how to use both of our bodies to make Jack wild. A push at Gray’s shoulders that had him on his back and me straddling his hips a moment later, I pinned Gray’s hands level to his head.

Jack’s mumbled groan hit the air and Gray smirked up at me. Boy did he love this new form of torture on Jack.

“The interpreter,” I said gruffly, grinding my hard-on into his groin. “Kind of love the sound to that.”

Gray watched me for a moment; then, a growl, he lifted his head and roughed my lips with a kiss. “Yeah? Ours. So fuck me, finance boy.”

I chuckled. Even subbing, he Mastered.

I gave Gray my fingers to suck on, then found my way down between his legs. Playing for just a moment, I pushed in, and looked over at Jack to see his turmoil directing frustration and lust at us. He looked so damn chaotic and sexy, all chained and gagged, collared and shirtless, de-zipped and showing how helpless his lust was as his hard cock topped his trousers, leaving wet tastes of precome on his stomach.

Gray groaned and ground his hips against my fingers as I slipped a second in. “Mmmmm.” I’d take the Master, then maybe, just maybe, I’d fuck the hell out of everything that he owned. And everything that he owned, that we both loved, just happened to be over there, chained and gagged, in the corner.

I teased my tongue over Gray’s nipple, then bit, my fingering making him writhe. Then I hid a smile. Because it wasn’t like I set the scene for any of this to happen; I hadn’t whispered in Gray’s ear as Steve kept Jack busy in the hospital, how it would drive Jack nuts if Gray bottomed to me, that if Jack couldn’t touch, if he were forced to watch, he’d lose it without any of us touching him, then blush because of his lack of control.

I added a third finger into Gray and felt him buck up, hissing more. Christ, he was gorgeous. Not Jack gorgeous, something different entirely. Maturity, safety, security, and I had it all beneath me, looking up with a need to fuck, to be fucked.

Yeah. I’d planned to take Gray’s comfort zone as a Dom, turn it upside down, if only for a few hours, let the world centre around him for a change, and drive Jack nuts in the process.

So I’d made a lousy Dom, but I’d had practice at being a lover, something these two were going to have to get used to. And if it let Jack find some peace, I didn’t mind sharing. This was, after all, just to keep Jack on the straight and narrow, ease his peace of mind; nothing in this for me whatsoever.
Fuck
, was Gray tight....

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I have to admit here that one of the main characters from
Don’t...
had been playing on my mind for a while. Sometimes you’re handed everything you need in an act of kindness that leaves you floored. No surprise here, then, that my source for Jack came loosely from my unnamed mechanic, or more his patience and free offer of assistance surrounding one seriously harassed parent, an overheating car, and a need to get to school.

It wasn’t hard to make the jump from mechanic to OCD/ODD survivor then. The father of a childhood friend of mine had the compulsion to constantly cleanse his hands, and, as a child, I remember standing and watching, just counting the amount of times he’d wash his one hand one way, then the other, another, all the time seeing the concentration that went into the act. A few years later, it made me wonder how my kindhearted mechanic would cope with OCD in his working environment and such a male-dominated profession. That then led to the complications surrounding how a teenager would cope under such extremes; how other complications, like ODD and conduct disorder—as well as coping with puberty and peer pressure—would add to the turbulence of growing up.

So the complexity to Jack’s character was slowly etched from different sources. The rest of which was helped by a number of people, especially their insights into certain specialist fields: Dr. Kaufman, who specializes in
fictional
psychological character profiling over at Archetype writing; Dilo Keith, erotica author and BDSM consultant, who provided conceptual and technical guidance into Jack and Gray’s world; and also the staff at Forbidden Fiction, who gave the simple: “no, that doesn’t work, it needs more here” influence. And not to forget RC, my male test reader, because, well, he kept my head out of the clouds and focused purely on the details. Complicated: that comes to mind around Jack; but he’s based loosely on that one act of kindness from my unnamed mechanic, someone who showed a lot of heart at just the right moment.

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Jack L. Pyke
blames her dark writing influences on living close to one of England’s finest forests. Having grown up hearing a history of kidnappings, murders, strange sightings, and sexual exploits her neck of the woods is renowned for, Jack takes that into her writing. Having also learned that human coping strategies for intense situations can sometimes make the best of people have disastrously bad moments. Redeeming those flaws is Jack’s drive, and if that drive just happens to lead to sexual tension between two or more guys, Jack’s the first to let nature take its course.