A Pet for the Mafia Dons

Liam O’Grady is bored.

He looks down at the naked woman on her knees before him, a sophisticated socialite he has been shag*ing for a few months now. She is doing a very good job, he thinks, as she wriggles her skinny butt and looks up at him, begging for his approval.

She has been a good little sub, he reflects as she sucks him hard, his thick member making her gag but she keeps on valiantly.

And also because Liam has his large hand clamped on her head, holding her in place, unable to move.

Her pale behind is streaked with red, welts that his brother has laid across the skinny butt of the submissive they share.

Finn St Just is a man who loves to mark his submissives, spanking them, using his belt on them…

When she shudders, unable to breathe, Liam strokes her head and she continues happily. As he empties his load into her willing mouth, it’s more of a physical reaction. The desire is not there.

With a sigh, he rises, smiling indulgently as she scrambles to her feet and grabs his arm, gasping,

“Heath will be out during the weekend, Master. Shall we go somewhere?”

She’s referring to her husband, the unfortunate Heath Douglas, who is unaware that his beautiful socialite wife is cuckolding him bigitme.

Or maybe he knows.

Liam O’Grady shrugs his powerful shoulders indifferently.

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She bats her lashes coyly and adds,

‘Master Finn could come too if you wish.”

The woman who had been scking his cck with such enthusiasm has been his submissive for the past few months. And yes, of course, the sub he has shared with his half-brother, Finn St Just.

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They met at a kink club which Liam occasionally visited with his brother Finn St Just. The brothers have a habit of getting one woman to pleasure them. Both of them.

Not something all women would be agreeable to, Finn had growled in his dour fashion but there have always been takers.

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These days, however, Liam has felt that he wants something more than a submissive who gets onto her knees the minute he flicks his finger.

He’s growing old, last month he turned thirty, he thinks pensively, scratching his powerfully muscled chest. And Finn, who is older by a year, also looks bored occasionally.

Liam sighs; he wants, a small part of him, wants a home, a real woman…

A woman waiting for him, and his brother of course; a home with kids…maybe?

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He stops there, a cynical smile on his face.

Any woman he took as his wife would have to agree to be shared with Finn. His half-brother.

In bed.

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That’s the code between them.

His mother, Maggie had drilled it into him when he was a kid and Finn, older than him by a year, sat across the table, morose and dull, with his mop of dark golden hair.

‘You SHARE everything with your brother, Liam O’Grady,” she had said firmly, her hands on her large hips, her lovely face, creased in fat but still the kindest face ever, scowling at him. That was because on that occasion, he had refused to share his slice of shepherd’s pie with Finn.

A hard knock on his head, a few harsh words and order was restored. His two-year-old self had agreed to his mother’s diktat.

A lifelong commitment, as it turned out to be.

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They grew up as thick as thieves, with Liam the hot-headed but astute one, the rough fighter on the streets, the leader; Finn his follower, protecting his brother’s back. Cool, but more of a man who kept to the background.

If Liam O’Grady was light and charm, Finn St Just was the darkness, brooding, menacing.

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Turned out their tastes in women were the same.

So they agreed to an unusual arrangement.

They shared their submissives. One woman at a time, with the both of them.

No fuss, as Liam declared happily.

Finn only grunted, his golden eyes glowing.

But their submissives adored; nay worshipped them.

And sometimes, they wept, they bawled when they were asked to leave.

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Though what their long dead mother, Maggie O’Grady would have thought of the stuff her sons got up to in bed with one woman, would have scandalized her, he thinks.

He pushes the thought away, aware that Helen Douglas is still looking at him, her heavily made-up face turned up to him, appealingly.

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Liam O’Grady looks her in the eyes and says pleasantly,

“I need to check, Helen.”

And even as she stares after him, naked and confused, he has crossed to the bathroom door and shut it behind him firmly. He makes a call to his long-suffering secretary Diana Benz.

“Boss?’ she asks in her sultry voice.

Liam grins.

Listening to her throaty, sexy drawl, no one would suspect her of being a sixty-year-old grandma. She sounds like a twenty-something hooker.

‘Helen Douglas’ he says and she sighs.

her obvious infuriation is no mystery; he just finished severing a relationship with an upcoming journalist who was devastated when he dumped her.

Poor old Benz, he thinks with a grin: she gets to do the hardest work!

“Boss, give me a break. I just finished sending roses to Arpita Gandhi! The woman was bawling over the phone cos you dumped her!”

Liam grunts. He’s stepped into th