Page 90 of Love Language

It was flattering and a different type of embarrassing.

Marco turned to face him. You want this, promiser?

He was mostly, maybe ninety percent, sure that he did. Because everyone would still be watching, maybe evaluating his performance. And the sub was really young and hot, too good for him, like he’d thought about Marco when they first met. He didn’t want to mess this up. If it pleases you…

Marco voiced and signed at the same time. “Oh no. Not just if it pleases me. I want you to beg me for it.”

It was like every time he thought he was absolutely going to die of shame, Marco managed to push him one step further. It had been bad just begging when he couldn’t see anyone, but this was going to be much, much worse.

Please, Keeper, let him suck me, he requested. Politely.

“They can’t hear you.”

Dammit. “Please, let him suck me.” He sounded weak and desperate. Now that he was saying it, he wanted it. Needed Marco to give it to him.

Marco’s smile was beautiful and cruel.

“Of course, there is another choice.” Marco walked swiftly to the messenger bag and withdrew the flogger.

“What do you think, promise?” Hearing the word in English, even changed a little, made him warm inside. He loved that Marco was sticking to their names.

“Um…” Greg stalled with his hands, looking between the flogger and the sub, all tattooed and eager and dangerous. What was he supposed to choose? What did Marco want? What did he even want?

Marco trailed the flogger gently over his shoulders. “I suppose you think you’ve been good enough for both?”

“I…” he didn’t know what to say beyond that. Had he been good enough?

Marco’s Dom face relaxed, his love showing through. “It’s our anniversary tonight,” he said tenderly, “I think that’s good enough for anything you want.”

And then Greg was melting inside in a totally different way, Marco’s adoration coursing through him. Of course, Marco had remembered. Of course, Marco was giving him everything he needed.

“I love you, Keeper.” He realized it was the first time he’d said the title aloud. It felt strange on his lips, but right, too.

He heard some “awwwws” from the audience, but he didn’t care who was listening. He just needed Marco to know how much he loved him.

“So, both, I think,” Marco voiced, getting them back on track.

Yep, he was going to die.

Stand and hold the back of the chair.

Marco turned the chair, so that when Greg held on to the back, he’d be giving the audience his profile.

Arms straight, ass out.

Humiliating. Vulnerable. Exciting.

Marco walked over to address the Dom but pitched his voice loud enough that Greg could hear.

“Thanks for lending me your boy.”

Greg always loved that kind of talk, like he was just an object. He wondered what the boy thought of it.

“No problem,” the man smirked. “He needs to be used.”

Yeah, the boy was probably in favor, assuming that his relationship with his Dom was as strong as it looked from his body language. Now this would be embarrassing and sexy for him and this total stranger together.

“I’d normally use safe words in sign language, but I’m going to be focusing on my sub, and I might not be able to see your boy.” Marco was still talking to the Dom, but clearly for the sub’s benefit. “I’ll be able to give him commands, but I won’t be able to answer any questions or understand what he’s saying unless he’s looking directly at me. So, if he safewords, I’ll expect you to step in and make sure he gets what he needs. Just wave your arm, and once I see you, I’ll stop. He won’t be restrained in any way, either, so he can also just move away if he needs to. Does that work for you?”