Free Love Slave for Two: Reckoning [Love Slave for Two 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Tymber Dalton Page A

spent much time at work since his hospitalization and surgery weeks earlier, but he kept in close contact with his employees. “Thank God I made Dave get a rental truck and drive it over to Orlando. They got everything out except three big pieces. Those were concrete statues, and they might be okay even if they get wet.”
    “I’m sorry, Pete,” Kelly said.
    He shrugged. “What are you gonna do? It’s all insured.”
    “Exactly,” John said.
    “I’m glad we hadn’t got around to remodeling the kitchen yet,” Kelly said.
    “Yeah,” John agreed. “But at least now we can get it done wherever we end up.”
    “You really think the house will be destroyed?”
    “I remember what happened after Katrina. I won’t have you and Laurie living in a place that’s been flooded. If there’s even enough of the house left standing after the flood waters go down. I’m a realist. It’s going to be bad.”
    They all jumped at the sound of something hitting the shutters covering the living room window. Tom-Tom let out a low growl. Jacob and Kyle, not looking very confident themselves, soothed the dog.
    “I know how he feels,” Pete said. “It’s gonna be a long damn night.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Around two o’clock in the morning, Tom and Tyler headed to bed after texting Nevvie one last time. John remained alone in the living room, reading a book and listening to the storm coverage on the radio.
    Tyler walked into the bedroom first. Before he could turn around, Tom had the bedroom door shut behind them and his fist in Tyler’s hair.
    Tyler’s gut fluttered as his cock hardened in anticipation.
    Without a word, Tom marched him over to the bed and pushed him, facedown, over the end of it.
    He leaned in and whispered, “Do not move, boy,” in Tyler’s ear.
    “Yes, Sir!”
    “Eyes closed.”
    Tyler complied.
    He heard Tom walking around, the rustle of clothes as he undressed, then the sounds of him getting things. In the bathroom, he heard the sink run for a few moments. When Tom eventually returned, he knelt over Tyler, pinning him to the bed.
    He reached under Tyler, fumbled for a moment until he got his shorts unfastened, then pushed them and his briefs down his hips.
    “There’s my sweet ass,” Tom said. He leaned over and bit him on each ass cheek, hard, Tyler’s cock throbbing even more from the sweet pain.
    Then Tyler heard the distinctive snick of Tom opening the bottle of lube. He smeared lube along his rim, and then he felt something press against him.
    “Relax,” Tom said. “You know what to do. And this time, you’d better not come.”
    Tom worked the butt plug against his ass, gently but persistently pressing for entrance, slowly, making Tyler squirm with anticipation.
    He fought the urge to rock his hips against Tom’s hand, knowing it would make his cock explode. After a few minutes, Tom had him loosened enough he could slip the butt plug home. Tyler gasped as the widest part passed his rectum, then moaned at the full sensation in his ass.
    Tom played with the base of it, tapping it, pressing on it, covering Tyler’s ass cheeks with playful nips.
    “How’s that feel?”
    “Good, Sir!”
    Tom rose up a little. “Roll over. Hands over your head.”
    Tyler did. As he’d suspected, Tom was completely naked. Tom settled back down over his face this time, with Tyler’s arms pinned with by Tom’s legs.
    “Get busy.”
    Tyler eagerly started licking and sucking, circling Tom’s rim with his tongue and working up his perineum to his balls and back.
    “That’s it,” Tom hissed. “Fuck me with that sweet tongue.”
    Tyler went wild, his mind deep in subspace. He didn’t need pain to get there. Just Tom’s masterful control was enough to free his tethered conscious. He pressed his tongue against the puckered ring of muscle, moaning, desperately wanting to please him.
    “Such a good boy,” Tom whispered.
    Tyler moaned again, unable to help it. His cock throbbed and he knew pre-cum had to be