Page 130 of Donovan's Men

I moved around so I faced him, and if I refocused, I could meet Donovan’s gaze.

Hamish stared at me. “Am I insane?” Whispered furtively.

“Maybe? But if you are, I’m there with you, because I’m not stopping this.” I held his gaze. “You want it to stop, you say so, okay?”

“Yeah, Donovan made that pretty clear.”

Our third had, but I felt the need to reinforce the idea now we found ourselves actually in the dungeon.

“I’m okay, Tyson.”

In his eyes I saw only clear lucidity.

Then the sound of flesh hitting flesh resounded around the room.

Hamish jolted, his eyes going wide. “What the—”

Another smack.

I looked past him to find a grinning Donovan.

Hamish started to turn.

“Eyes forward.” Donvan snapped the command.

He desisted.

Donovan met my gaze, and I read his command to me as well. If I felt Hamish wasn’t in a good place, I was to say something.

I nodded, fascinated by this weird dynamic. I didn’t tend to fight Donovan for dominance. He fell into the role naturally, and much of the time I was too tired, or too happy, to argue. Here, though? He was bestowing a tremendous responsibility on me.Am I up for this?

Another slap. Well, more like an open-handed spank.

Hamish giggled.

I arched an eyebrow.

Donovan smacked his ass yet again. Open palm.

Hamish yelped. Then giggled again. “Is this supposed to be fun?”

“It can be whatever you want.” Donovan hit him again, this time jolting Hamish against the cross, which, to my relief, held.

“I choose this.” Hamish blinked. “All of this.”

Donovan strode to the wall and returned a moment later with a flogger. “Just a light touch, okay? I want this to be pleasurable. Tell me if it’s not.”

The question was clear in Hamish’s gaze until the first strike landed. Well, not even a strike. More like a caress.

As Donovan established a gentle but persistent rhythm, Hamish closed his eyes and sighed.

Yeah, he’s enjoying this. Would I?

I suspected so. Not just for the clearly sensual experience, but also because I’d know Donovan was choosing me.

Choosing us.

Donovan stopped. He moved to the wall and replaced the flogger. Then he snagged the bottle of lube I’d missed. “I’m going to fuck him, and you’re going to blow him.”