Cruel Intentions

~ The Next Night ~

Holding the leash behind his back, Logan snapped the fingers of his free hand, pleased when Remy immediately dropped to his knees, eyes fixed on the floor. The boy’s training was improving; Remy normally had a hard time obeying when his curiosity was piqued. “Good boy,” Logan praised, ruffling the boy’s bangs in reward.

Shifting impatiently on his knees, Remy fought the urge to try and see what it was that Logan had been hiding behind his back. He had a thief’s curiosity and not knowing was driving him crazy, but he wasn’t about to spoil his run of good behavior over something so foolish. All he could feel from Logan was approval and lust…no help in determining what it was that his Master had in mind, but comforting all the same.

“Chin up, boy,” Logan said softly after several long moments. He had to admit he was impressed with the boy’s self-control…normally Remy would have been chomping at the bit, but the boy was sitting quietly, barely fidgeting.

Lifting his head, Remy hesitantly raised his eyes to Logan’s and, seeing approval in the other man’s stare, held his gaze. He’d spent all day trying to suss out what it was Logan had planned for him, but he’d gotten nothing for his trouble and had no more idea how than he had when Logan had proposed the bet in the first place.

“Close your eyes,” Logan ordered softly, giving the boy a warning glare.

Closing his eyes, Remy bit his lip impatiently, jumping involuntarily at the sound of a loud metallic click from the region of his collar. …A leash. That had to mean they were going somewhere. Fighting the urge to open his eyes, Remy stilled himself and waited for Logan’s command.

“Come on, boy, we’re goin’ for a walk,” Logan said with a smirk, tugging Remy to his feet.

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“Close your eyes, boy,” Logan whispered, moving to stand in front of Remy as they reached the door to the Danger Room.

Forcing himself to obey, Remy closed his eyes, whimpering as he felt a soft silk blindfold settled over his eyes, ensuring that he wouldn’t be tempted to cheat. Feeling a tug on his collar, Remy followed blindly as Logan led him into the Danger Room, dropping to his knees as Logan stopped and snapped his fingers.

Unclipping the leash from the boy’s collar, Logan tossed it onto the floor by the bed and, without looking up, made a beckoning gesture with one hand. He could see the boy tense as he felt the other presence in the room and could smell the fear and excitement on the boy. Smiling, Logan undid the blindfold, tossing it to the floor along with the leash and tipped the boy’s chin up, gripping it more roughly when Remy attempted to sneak a peek over his shoulder to see who else was in the room. “No, boy,” Logan growled, forcing the boy to meet his eyes.

Whimpering, Remy forced himself to relax under Logan’s control and focused his attention on the other man, cng hng himself with the knowledge that Logan wouldn’t let anyone else hurt him. Eyes locked with Logan’s, Remy flinched involuntarily – even as his cock throbbed painfully – as he felt the soft touch of fingers trailing along his shoulders.

“Well, isn’t this a pretty picture?” came the soft honeyed voice from behind the kneeling boy and Remy gasped involuntarily.

Moving around to stand in front of Remy, Bella Donna smiled wickedly and ran her fingers along the sharp line of the boy’s jaw. “Are you going to behave yourself, pet?”

Looking to Logan to be sure he had permission to speak and receiving a nod of encouragement, Remy returned his gaze to the floor before answering. “Oui, Maîtresse.”

Tapping the toe of her boot against the hardwood floor, Bella Donna ran her fingers through the boy’s bangs, then tugged lightly to be sure she had his attention. Snapping her fingers, Bella Donna stood back to give the boy room, sighing contentedly as he immediately went to work stripping off her boots and skirt with a low purr, leaving her in only her corset, an underbust affair with buckles up the front.

“Strip and get up on the bed, boy. Facing the wall,” Logan ordered softly as Remy folded Bella Donna’s discarded clothes and laid them to the side.

Quickly getting to his feet and moving to the bed, Remy quickly stripped off his jeans and settled on his knees in the middle of the bed, eyes fixed on the velvet bedspread under his knees. Logan hadn’t moved from his position at the foot of the bed and Remy focused on his reassuring presence. He didn’t know what Logan had planned for him, but the anticipation was making him so hard he could barely wait.

Settling on the bed in front of the kneeling boy, Bella Donna gently tipped his chin up and pressed her lips to his in a hungry kiss, sighing contentedly as he leaned into the contact with a soft, hungry whimper. Guiding his hands to her breasts, she sighed as he ran his thumbs lightly over her nipples, making her shiver in pleasure.

Whimpering low in his throat, Remy leaned hungrily into the contact. Behind him, he could hear the sound of a zipper being lowered and Logan’s ragged groan. Fighting to keep from breaking discipline and looking over his shoulder, Remy whimpered as his empathy told him that Logan was jacking off. Overwhelmed by the multitude of desires, Remy gave in helplessly as Bella Donna pulled him on top of her and wrapped her legs around his waist, rubbing herself against his dripping cock.

Pulling the boy’s mouth down onto one of her hardened nipples, Bella Donna arched up and sunk herself onto his straining cock, crying out softly in pleasure at the hard rush of pleasure. Hesitantly releasing the handful of hair she had been holding on to, Bella Donna sighed in pleasure as Remy continued on his own, thrusting eagerly and suckling hungrily with a low mewling moan.

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Growling low in his throat, Logan watched the pair’s frantic lovemaking with barely contained hunger, savagely fisting his cock in time to the thrusts of the boy’s hips. Licking his lips hungrily, Logan growled in pleasure as Bella Donna arched up into the boy’s thrusts, head thrown back in ecstasy, Remy wrapping an arm around her back and pulling her breasts tighter against his mouth.

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Logan wanted him…wanted him desperately; Remy could feel it. He could feel the savage hunger, the need to overpower, to take, and it was driving him wild with need. Pulling away from his wife enough to turn his head, Remy whimpered at otheother man, trying to get his attention before Bella Donna grabbed a handful of his hair and forced his mouth back down on her nipple.

“No, pet. He wants to watch,” she whispered throatily, moaning in pleasure as Remy whimpered and submitted to her control, thrusting helplessly into her wetness with a soft, muffled moan of pleasure.

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Unable to wait any longer, Logan clambered onto the bed and settled himself behind the boy, shoving his jeans off his hips and grabbing Remy’s hips with a low snarl. Pressing the head of his cock against the boy’s ass, Logan dug his fingers into the boy’s sharp hipbones and thrust savagely, sinking himself to the hilt and pushing Remy tighter against Bella Donna, both of them crying out in pleasure at the deep penetration.

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Remy moaned desperately, pushed dangerously close to the edge by the overwhelming double sensation of fucking and being fucked. Pulling away from Bella Donna’s grip, he threw his head back against Logan’s shoulder with a soft cry of need, whimpering as Bella Donna arched up against him, rubbing her breasts against his chest with a low, wavering moan. He wanted…needed to come so bad; it was all just too much. Whimpering pleadingly, Remy bucked back eagerly into Logan’s thrusts, begging for permission.

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Logan growled encouragingly in the boy’s ear, nuzzling at his soft cinnamon hair, unable to put together the words he wanted to say, but knowing that Remy needed to hear them. He could feel the hitch in the boy’s breathing as he stilled, puzzling out the meaning of the growled order.

“Now,” Logan managed, tightening his grip on the boy’s hips in emphasis and nipping sharply at the side of the boy’s neck.

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Whimpering in understanding, Remy gave into his climax with a soft cry, arching his back into Logan’s grip, hips snapping forward in the same movement. Seconds later, he felt the hard rush of Logan’s climax and then Bella Donna’s following it, the combined rush of ecstasy overwhelming his empathy, the edges of his vision going black and only Logan’s strong arms holding him up.

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“Thanks for coming, Bel,” Logan said softly, careful not to wake the boy sleeping between them.

“Not a problem,” Bella answered, staring wistfully at Remy and running her fingers absentmindedly through his bangs. “Besides, I had to make sure you were treatin’ him right. I’d have t’ kill you if you weren’t.”

Logan could hear the sincerity under the joking words and knew that the girl was telling the truth. Smiling inwardly, he wondered if Remy knew that his wife was so protective of him. “Don’t worry ‘bout that, girl. I don’t do anythin’ to him that he don’t want.”

“I can imagine,” Bella answered with a soft laugh, arching one elegant eyebrow.

Absentmindedly reaching a hand out, Logan laid it against the boy’s cheek, smiling softly to himself as Remy leaned into the touch with a soft sigh. He’d been worried about involving Bella Donna in this, but so far it didn’t appear to be blowing up in his face. In fact, he doubted that the boy would even know that this had been the real thing and not one of the uncannily realistic simulations that the Danger Room was programmed to produce.

“He loves you, you know,” Bella said softly after several moments of companionable silence.

“I love him, too, Bel,” Logan answered truthfully, holding the woman’s ice blue gaze.

"Good. He deserves someone who does," Bella said softly, meeting Logan's gaze steadily, a tinge of disdain in her voice.

Truer words had never been spoken; the boy had been hurt too many times by too many people. "Thanks again, Bel,” Logan said with a smile.

“It was pure selfishness that brought me here, you don’t need to thank me,” Bella answered offhandedly, the lie plainly evident in her eyes. "Now, you better put him to bed. I think we wore him out.”

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