Randall & Hudson: A M/m Humiliation Play Romance (Beautiful Shame Book 2) Read online

  “Unless that’s what a cute little twink is into.” Andrew’s smart mouth couldn’t resist, and seeing how it made the little thing blush, I knew he hadn’t tried very hard to hold back.

  “That goes without being said. Got to give a boy what he needs.” I ran my gaze up the twink’s tight body, making a long stop on his hard cock before I brought my eyes up to lock with his. “Every boy or sub needs something different.”

  Chapter 2

  Randall

  I was either going to die of embarrassment or a heart attack. Maybe both.

  “I’m Hudson.”

  It took me a minute for my brain to catch up with what the extended arm meant. The sex god wanted to shake my hand? “Um, hi.”

  I’d already set my tray down, so I awkwardly stuck out my hand, letting his fingers wrap around mine. It was like lightning went straight to my dick. The strong, hot grip and the desire flashing through his eyes made my knees weak.

  I probably looked like a moron, but all I could do was stare at the sinful expression that was aimed at me. It was like a porn star walked out of a movie and was waiting there for me. I’d kept telling myself that up close he’d look sexy but not so drop-dead gorgeous.

  I couldn’t have been more wrong.

  He was like a GQ model in one of those expensive suits, but there were hints of something rougher. Something just a little naughty...dirty. Or maybe I was projecting. I’d seen similar expressions before. Sexy guys who gave the impression of walking on the wild side, but who, in reality, never did more than spank a guy during sex.

  I was tired of being the freak—the guy who looked so innocent and sweet that no one could ever get past what I fantasized about. He was interested, but did he understand? I hadn’t been able to stop responding earlier. The looks...the teasing...it was all too much.

  Maybe it would have been different if I’d been afraid or worried, but Jake had pulled me aside the first night and explained that the customers would flirt and probably drive me crazy until I set boundaries, but then they’d respect them.

  Damn, he hadn’t been kidding.

  They had the worst pickup lines and the dirtiest leers, but they’d never touched me. And after I turned down offers for dates and blowjobs, they didn’t ask again. The way I’d blush and stammer when they made comments about my ass and bending me over only encouraged them.

  I just hadn’t realized how much I’d like it.

  When I’d first worked up the courage to answer the ad online, I’d thought I could handle the temptation. I’d work a few shifts, and the rest would be my dirty little secret. One I’d only let out in the safety of my room—in the privacy of a dark, locked room.

  But there’d been no way to hide it.

  The first comment from one of the regulars about me being so tiny one good fuck would break me had me so hard there’d been no way to hide it. And when the uniforms got tighter, the teasing only got worse.

  Hudson didn’t look like the rest of the customers, though.

  He wasn’t the type to make a dirty joke at my expense and walk away. He’d never drop a napkin on the floor to watch me bend over...he’d just bend me over himself.

  “Randy. Randy.”

  It took me a moment to hear Jake. I couldn’t take my eyes off Hudson, but I managed to answer the frustrated voice. “Yes?”

  “They’re waiting for their beer. And if you keep them waiting, they’re going to drop more than just that napkin. Your ass is fine, but I’m not cleaning up anything crazy.” Jake’s tone was teasing, and I could hear Andrew giggle, but I couldn’t help blushing.

  My gaze dropped to the floor automatically. I didn’t want to see what Hudson thought.

  Before I could grab the tray, with my insane cock trying to decide if we were actually upset or still turned on, a finger lifted my chin until I was staring my GQ god right in the eyes again. “Follow instructions, Angel. And they can drop anything they want as long as they look but don’t touch.”

  “They don’t touch.” That probably wasn’t the best response, but it was all I could think of. I should have told him not to touch me either...or pulled away...or something besides look at him like a lovesick puppy—a dirty lovesick puppy.

  “Good. You go have fun teasing the guys then, Angel.” Hudson’s gaze dropped to my clearly hard dick and back up to my face. “It looks like you’ve been having a good time already, though.”

  My face was probably the same neon red color as the open sign that flashed in the window, but I couldn’t help it. I also couldn’t help the way my cock liked the attention we were getting. It was just naughty enough...just humiliating enough that it pushed me so close to the edge I almost exploded right there.

  I nodded stupidly and started tripping over my tongue when Jake cleared his throat and looked down at the tray on the counter. “Drinks. Yes. I’m sorry.”

  “Good boy, Angel.” The words sent shivers down my spine, and I desperately tried to hold in the moan that wanted to escape.

  I just kept nodding—because how was I supposed to respond to that—and picked up the tray. As I walked away, I heard Jake question Hudson, “Angel?”

  Andrew sighed. “With those looks, you have to ask?”

  Hudson’s reply had the moan breaking free. “A dirty, fallen one...but still an angel.”

  His low chuckle followed me across the room. As I handed out drinks and tried to appear reasonably functional, the customers quickly figured out the easiest way to fluster me was to mention Hudson.

  I got to hear how he was watching me...what he was doing...and my personal favorite...what they thought he was going to do to me.

  I was completely insane—but Hudson didn’t seem to mind. And that was just weird.

  There was no censure in his eyes, and no judgment in his expression...he just watched me flirt and blush, his gaze getting hotter as the evening went on. By the time I’d made two more trips up to the bar, I’d been able to talk to him more, and he was starting to look like he was going to pounce on me at any moment.

  Did I want him to?

  Probably.

  I’d never been pounced on. I’d never been much of anything. When your insides didn’t match your outsides, guys got confused. Guys who looked sweet and blushed got treated with kid gloves...not leather gloves that could spank and punish them.

  And there was no way to explain that to a nice guy who wanted to take me to the symphony or to the art museum.

  The art museum wasn’t going to get him into my pants when what I really wanted was to be manhandled and taken. I’d only tried explaining that to one date before he’d accused me of wanting to be raped and left me at the restaurant, telling me he wasn’t going to date a crazy guy, no matter how hot I was.

  After that, I just went out on the boring dates and kept the real me to myself.

  I could still hear the venom in his voice when I thought back to that night. Maybe I wasn’t completely normal, but I wasn’t as bad as he’d made me out to be.

  “You’re a million miles away.”

  I should have sensed Hudson coming up behind me at the bar, but I was a bit too lost in my own head. His arms came up to rest on the counter, almost wrapping me in his arms, but he was careful not to touch me. I jumped and inadvertently fell into his arms, rubbing my ass over his surprisingly hard cock before he could help me stand up.

  “Oh!”

  I could hear his chuckle, but I was too embarrassed and too trapped to turn around. Besides, the fantasy of having him pinning me against the counter and touch me was too good to resist. I wouldn’t let just anyone touch me. I knew how to say no—but something about him made me desperate to say yes.

  Maybe it was the look in his eyes.

  Maybe it was the way he watched me.

  Maybe—

  “And there you go again getting lost. Am I that boring?”

  “God, no!” And that came out a little more honestly than I’d planned.

  “So you’re thinking about me?”
Heat dripped from his voice. I could feel him getting closer, not touching yet, but I knew all it would take was one little move, and I’d be pressed up against him.

  Lie?

  Truth?

  “Yes.” It was all too perfect to lie. I wasn’t sure if this was a single chance to live out my fantasy, or something more, but either way, I was going to grab onto it.

  “You were so distracted that you missed a napkin and a spoon on the floor. Go pick them up for me, Angel. I can’t have you leaving a mess lying around, can I?” He stepped back and moved one hand from the counter, pointing to the odd objects on the floor.

  Eager, wicked expressions watched the new turn of events, and I could almost see some of them holding their breaths, waiting to see what would happen. It took my brain a moment to catch up. “Pick them up?”

  “Yes, go be a good boy and show me how you do it.” The way he said the deceptively innocent words had my cock jerking in my pants and pushing against the already tight material. “Go on and be a good boy, you don’t want to have to be punished here in front of everyone, do you?”

  “I...I...” The answer was supposed to be no, I knew that.

  I just couldn’t manage to say it.

  He let out a wicked chuckle, obviously understanding my dilemma, and leaned in even closer so his breath danced over my neck. “I’m going to remember that, Angel. Now say, ‘Yes, Sir,’ and go pick them up.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Just saying it made my knees weak, and a little moan escaped. There was no hiding how much I wanted him...wanted what he would do to me...

  Even if I’d managed to hold in the desperate, needy sound, the ridiculously tight pants would have shown him just how turned on I was. If I wasn’t careful, I was going to end up with a wet spot on the front. And just imagining that made my dick throb against the rough fabric. Wearing something under my pants wasn’t an option, they were too tight, and hiding my cock wasn’t really the point.

  I was so good all the time; it was my only form of rebellion...of getting what I needed...

  Walking toward the napkin and spoon on the floor felt like the longest steps of my life. It wasn’t unexpectedly discovering that the men would make lewd comments if I bent over...this was deliberate. He would know what it meant. He would understand I was giving him permission to do more than just gawk and turn me on.

  Wouldn’t he?

  I thought just going to work where they would know what I liked was the hardest thing I’d ever done, but it was nothing compared to that moment, that one instance of second-guessing and indecision. Taking a deep breath, I stopped fighting what I wanted.

  I bent over, making sure to keep my legs straight and stick out my ass, picking up the napkin and spoon that were lying there so innocently. There was almost complete silence as I straightened and turned around to bring the items over to Hudson. No whistles. No comments about how sexy my ass was, or how it should be sculpted. That was Jacob; he was some kind of artist and a little bit weird.

  They were the biggest bunch of nosy drama queens.

  Now was the hardest part. I wanted Hudson, and everyone else, to understand that I was changing the rules for him, and him alone. Jake made a comment one time about everyone leaving Andrew alone because he’d claimed him, and the men understood that. Well, they needed to understand that Hudson was the only one who could push the boundaries I’d set up.

  If he wanted to.

  God, please let him want to.

  “Good boy.”

  The way he said it sent shivers down my spine. “Thank you...Sir?”

  It came out more as a question than statement, and I glanced over at him to see him smiling, giving me a little nod. He was back to sitting on his stool, legs spread, highlighting just how aroused he was.

  I turned him on.

  Well, something I’d done turned him on. What was it, though?

  Obeying him?

  Watching me bend over?

  Calling him “Sir?”

  Knowing everyone was looking at me?

  I knew I shouldn’t question whatever naughty deity had dropped him in my lap, but it was all too good to be true.

  “That’s right, Angel. Have you ever had a master?” He said it like it wasn’t the craziest thing anyone had ever asked me.

  What weird rabbit hole had I fallen down where that was a real question? “No, Sir.”

  And how did I get more of the insanity? “But I...I...”

  I couldn’t get the words out. I wasn’t even sure what to say or how to explain any of it. I’d never had anyone to talk to about the weird things that ran through my head. No one in my real life would understand.

  I’d thought working here, on the few nights I could sneak out, would be all that I would get. It felt like a huge chunk of what I’d needed for so long, but I was starting to see it had only been the smallest taste, and Hudson was offering me more.

  Master.

  Hudson watched as I tried to sort through everything that was happening. Before I could say anything, Andrew grabbed my arm and started dragging me away. “I’ll help you clean up the table again.”

  Table?

  Laughter sparkled in Hudson’s eyes as he glanced over toward the back of the room again. “It seems like you missed a table, naughty boy.”

  Andrew was giggling as he practically ran us toward the booth at the back of the room. It was one of the longest tables, and nearly every man in the room had put at least one bottle or glass toward the back of it just to watch me bend over.

  Andrew never had to clean the table, and he wasn’t even working, so I wasn’t sure what he was doing. “What—”

  Andrew jumped over my question, charging right in. “Okay, so Hudson’s only going to give us a minute before he starts distracting you again, and the rest of the motley crew around here aren’t going to be any better, so I have to hurry.”

  Andrew started holding up fingers like he was remembering a grocery list. “Here’s what you need to know. He’s a nice guy. Functional, with a job and everything. Shipping and trucking. He’s a total Dom. The whole getting turned on while people are watching you thing isn’t going to put him off. Make sure you set up a safeword so he knows when you’re actually saying no to something. Oh, and don’t do anything stupid that gets you both arrested when that cop comes in.”

  He blinked at me and started chewing on a nail, clearly trying to think. “That’s probably about it. Let me know if you have any questions. Call the bar or something.”

  No. Calling wouldn’t be a good idea.

  “I will if I need to.” I couldn’t picture anything I’d actually be able to ask him or tell him about, but it seemed to make him feel better, so I didn’t feel bad about the lie.

  “Good. He’s hot and super kinky, but not into, like, bed hopping or anything, so you don’t have to worry about him sleeping with other people. He hasn’t had anyone serious in his life for ages now.” Andrew sighed dramatically. “You’re going to have so much fun.”

  His eyes started to sparkle with mischief. “Maybe if I gush enough to Jake about how hot you two are going to be together, he’ll go all caveman on me tonight.” Then a wicked grin danced across his face. “Lean over and grab the drinks so I can ogle your ass again. That makes Jake so jealous, one of these days, he’s just going to bend me over a table and go for it right here.”

  I knew my face had to look almost purple with embarrassment, because there was no way red would describe my level of surprise. With everyone watching, including Hudson, it wasn’t like I wanted to resist, though. And the idea that Andrew had been watching me too was...interesting.

  “God, you’re hot when you go all turned on and red. I need to learn how to blush.” He sighed and leaned against the booth, watching me just stand there. “Clean up, you know they’re waiting.”

  And I was dying.

  But it was so tempting.

  I bent over. People didn’t seem to understand you could be a virgin and a slut, but I was both, and I j
ust couldn’t help it. It was like lightning went down my spine and straight to my dick every time I knew they were watching.

  Being the center of attention in my real life would have been a nightmare, but in a place like BJ’s, the wicked part of me was set free. I was probably going to hell. But knowing they wanted me, even when they knew I wouldn’t have sex with any of them, just made it impossible to do anything rational.

  At least, that was my excuse when I pressed my cock against the table and ground it against the smooth wood as I reached for the glasses. Andrew let out a low moan and a little whistle, which only made the men go even wilder—which only made my cock harder and my brain work less.

  It was a vicious, dirty cycle.

  Sliding against the table as I cleaned it up, I silently cursed the jeans for not having enough friction. I’d never come when I was working, but knowing Hudson was watching made it so insanely tempting. By the time I had all the dirty glasses and bottles on the tray, I was nearly panting and so hard the seam of my pants was pressing into my cock painfully.

  The delicious shame just fed the flames, and I had to reach down and adjust my dick before I could pick up the tray. I blamed that on a lack of oxygen and blood to my brain. The customers playfully leered and called out ways I could fix the problem.

  Glancing across the room, I saw Hudson moving one finger in a come-here motion. I couldn’t decide if his dark expression meant he was turned on even more or mad. Maybe both? Picking up the tray, I weaved my way through the room. If I put a little more sway in my walk, I wasn’t going to admit it.

  Setting the tray on the bar, I crossed the short distance to stand in front of the man I was quickly becoming addicted to. His gaze was fiery as I stepped between his splayed legs, trying to get as close as I could to him without touching. His muscles were straining at the white dress shirt, and even with his sleeves rolled up and his collar open, he gave off the impression of pure power.

  Did I believe in love at first sight?

  No.

  Did I believe in obsession at first sight?