Dante didn’t so much as look at me before he positioned himself accordingly. This was the part he understood. For whatever reason, in all the years he’d endured, he had come to need this. In fact, I got the feeling it settled him, somehow, allowed him to release the emotions he kept bottled up.
I sat on my haunches near his ass, attached the spreader bar to each ankle. It would keep his legs wide. I then connected his wrists to the restraints on the center of the bar, clicked the locks in place.
I stood, admired him as he lay there, completely at our mercy, his balls dangling delightfully, his asshole on display. Despite the nature of our conversation, Dante had no way to disguise his arousal.
I took a seat, observed as Ian rolled over the machine we’d purchased specifically with Dante in mind. We’d made quite a few purchases in recent days, toys, tools, things we’d get a lot of use out of. Some pertained to disobedience, others pure pleasure.
This machine, however, would be used as a way to torment our submissive, to show him there was no reason for this blatant disregard for his own safety.
“Care to ask what our intentions are?” I taunted Dante while Ian set the fucking machine in place, adjusted the large dildo, lubed it liberally.
“No, Master,” he said smartly.
“Well, then.”
Ian remained in place as he turned the machine on, angled it toward Dante’s ass. He made a few adjustments, clicked the remote so that the dildo moved toward Dante’s ass. The machine was powerful enough to push past his body’s natural resistance, gliding right into his asshole.
Dante didn’t move, didn’t grunt, groan. Not a sigh. Nothing.
Once Ian was satisfied with the setup, the depth of penetration, he returned to his seat. For a few minutes, we focused on the machine drilling slowly into Dante’s ass. His cock had hardened, despite his refusal to make a sound.
I had a feeling this was about to get really interesting.
IAN
At Isaac’s nod, I decided to take over the conversation. More accurately, I was going to turn Dante’s lack of concern into something he could no longer ignore.
“Do you enjoy having your ass fucked?”
“Yes, Master,” he said through gritted teeth as the dildo slid out of his ass.
“Do you like that we’re sitting here watching you being fucked by a machine?”
“Yes, Master.”
I watched for a moment, waited for the dildo to penetrate him again. The movement was excruciatingly slow, probably driving Dante out of his mind right about now.
“Are you at all concerned about the threats that bastard made last night?”
“Of course I am,” he growled.
I clicked the button, turning the machine up a notch. It moved faster, pushing in, retreating. Not fast enough to bring him to orgasm in the near future, but it was a start.
“Are you worried what he might do to Everly or Heaven?”
“Yes, Master.”
I clicked the button, slowed it back down. Isaac got up, moved over to his desk, and sat down with a huff, clearly exasperated by the back and forth.
“What about yourself? Are you worried what he might do to you?”
“No, Master.”
I stopped the machine when it was fully dislodged from his ass.
“You want to rethink that answer,” I growled, ensuring he heard my disappointment.
“My only concern is for…” His words trailed off, his body relaxing as though he was too weak to hold himself up.
“Talk to us, Dante.”
“I don’t want anything to happen to any of you,” he said quickly.
I turned on the machine, let it drill deep into him, retreat.
“You don’t think, by putting yourself at risk, that you’d be affecting us also?”
“Yes. Of course I do.”
I turned the machine up a notch.
“Go on.”
He was silent for a moment, but I noticed his chest expanding, his breaths becoming choppier. Not from the fucking machine but from the emotion building inside him.
A minute passed, then another. When he said nothing more, I turned the machine back down.
“You can stay right there,” I told him, pushing to my feet and nodding to Isaac. “Enjoy yourself, Dante.”
I walked over to my desk, not saying anything to my brother. No way would I leave Dante alone, but I wasn’t above turning my back to him for a bit, allowing him to think it through.
I opened my messenger window, typed in Isaac’s name.
Ian: Suggestions?
Isaac: Did you make the call?
Ian: I did. Waiting for a call back. I also heard from Ransom this afternoon. He said he’s got something he’s working on.
Isaac: Did he elaborate?
I looked over at my brother, gave him a look that said, what do you think? I wasn’t going to put the information in writing, though.
He nodded.
Isaac: I don’t care how you handle this, but I want Dante here. I want him to want to be here. He needs to know how we feel. Needs to accept it. He’s fighting because he’s scared.
