Page 48 of Knox

“Don’t leave yourself short though, babe.” I kiss the top of his head.

“Thank you, so much. I’m sorry I was such a bitch. I’ll make it up to you later.” He winks, and finally, we have our cheeky boy back.

“After your punishment for being rude to me, of course,” Knox says, his voice low and gravelly. It was enough to make me horny.

“Yes, Sir.” Roman’s eyes darken with lust. It never took long to get him ready to play. “I know I was bad. I wish Ollie was here.”

“I think a session at Bound is needed. I’ve got a few more hours to do here, with a class to teach. Can you take Roman home. What time does Ollie finish? They’ll both need to eat and maybe take a nap before we go out.”

We say goodbye to Knox and walk hand in hand into the main room, heading to the door. I get the same prickling feeling that I’m being watched.

“What’s up?” Roman asks, feeling the tension in my hand as I paused.

“I think someone is watching me. I’ve got a weird feeling in my gut. It happened when I cleaned up your weights.” I hate the look of panic on his face; we’ve talked about what happened to me, and I know Roman worries about anyone from my past finding me. Now, he’s thinking it’s about to come true.

“Do you want me to look?”

“No, it would be too obvious. We can check the security recording later. For now, were going home and getting you showered and into bed.”

His smile is pure filth; he’s a bloody brat. “Nope, not gonna happen. You’ve got tonight to make your apologies.”

“Fine. Whatever.” He’s pretending to sulk, hoping for a spanking now as well as tonight. “Maybe, I’ll start job hunting. It’s probably the most productive way to spend a couple of hours.”

“Nope, not today. You’ve got to give yourself some time to adjust and clear your head. You may find you want to do something completely different.”

We make it to the car park, and Roman lets go of my hand. “I’m parked over there. I’ll see you at home.” He kisses my cheek.

It will take us a bit longer to get back thanks to some roadworks and a diversion, but we should arrive the same time. I drive down the carpark, facing the doorway and it’s wide, glass double doors. There’s a man standing outside the entrance. He’s tall, built but not overly, and his dark blond hair is a messy, sweaty mess, however, there’s something familiar. But I don’t know why or who it could be.

He’s gone when I look in my rearview mirror.

Bound is packed tonight; I think everyone is fed up with winter and the long, dark evenings. With Christmas and New Year over with, it’s a waiting game for the clocks change and spring to turn up. Or it could be a Friday night, and everyone is horny. I know I am.

It’s been a long time since Roman got a punishment from anyone. He did get one when he and Tate were playing with Noah. He hasn’t had one from me, ever.

Tonight, he’s naked, bar the cock cage, trapping his dick in a metal cage made up of rings up the length to the small padlock that holds it and the ring around his bollocks. It’s definitely one the that has both Doms and subs staring. He also has a hook in his arse attached to a leather strap up his back to his collar. It may be extreme for the slight mistake at the gym, but this is more than a punishment.

This is for him to feel connected to us, to centre his thoughts and focus purely on how he feels. He had the opportunity to say no to all or any of this, but I wasn’t surprised when he agreed, his eyes already darkening. He’s not getting spanked or any corporal punishment. This is going to be enough, especially when he must stay on his knees, his back straight as we fuck his mouth. He’s going to take all loads tonight, in public for the first time as a committed foursome.

Ollie is walking with Maddox, the contrast between Ollie and Roman even more striking with him dressed in white leather shorts and matching harness. The perfect angel.

Noah’s eyes go wide when he sees us, or more likely, Roman. He whispers to Saint, making him look our way. His smile grows bigger as we reach the corner booth. “I have to say I’m impressed. Roman, you look exquisite. Have you been a naughty boy?”

Roman looks at me, and I nod, giving permission. “Yes, Sir. I was rude to Master Knox.”

“Have you learnt your lesson?” Saint is thoroughly enjoying himself, which means Noah will get the benefit and have some serious fun, the dirty kind, of course.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to forget this punishment, Sir.”

Maddox pulls the leather strap up, which in turn, pulls the steel ball inside him up. “No more chit chat, boy.”

We sit down close together, our leather clad thighs touching. “You may kneel, boy.”

When Roman is situated between us, I run my hand through his soft curls. He sighs softly, tipping his head into my touch. I love how responsive he is, even at the smallest of touches.

Maddox caresses Roe’s cheek and cups his jaw, leaning in to kiss his plump, pouty lips, still slightly swollen from our earlier kissing.

“Fuck!” Finn exclaims. “That’s fucking hot. Drake, we’re doing that.”