by M. Q. Barber
Jay’s breath caught, but he held his position. In the wrong hands, his marrow-deep desire to please for whatever reason and in whatever way his master decided made his willingness to use his safeword paramount. If he’d hesitated, been less confident in his promise, Henry would’ve run an alternate plan. The cuffs on Jay would’ve snuggled her instead, and the beautiful leather sleeves would’ve gone unused.
With a delicate kiss, Jay accepted a strawberry from her lips.
“But the crafting creates nothing not already present. The creator merely reveals the true form hidden within the rough surface.” A dark forest of thought, vast and impenetrable, stood behind Henry’s eyes. He toured Jay with a sculptor’s touch. “The shape of greatness begging for release.”
Far from disappointing her, Henry pulling back the curtain impressed her more. He’d prepared for whatever level of involvement Jay was ready to accept. If Jay’s soft eyes and complete unconcern for his bonds hadn’t convinced her of the certainty of Henry’s judgment, the magnitude of Jay’s erection would’ve quelled any doubt.
“An undeniably masculine masterpiece.” Swaying low, Henry inhaled. Aromatic fruit, ostensibly. The musk of Jay’s arousal inches from his lips and twitching closer, more likely. “Adonis himself would weep.”
Although fruit juice trickled down the plastic film coating Jay, he lay in compliant stillness. Hard and straining, his cock hung above the spillover pool at his navel. Pre-come drizzled in a line to his stomach.
She pulsed with hunger, and not for the handful of bites remaining. Jay had journeyed long past ready and deep into subspace. She arched her brow. When Henry granted permission in a nod, she shifted the bowls to the island.
With a firm hold around Jay’s wrist, a reminder of restraint, he curled Jay’s fingers tight. All but the pointer, which he swiped through the puddle. He brought Jay’s finger to his mouth and sucked while Jay moaned.
“Mmm, a dessert fountain.” She sponged sweet syrup with the last apricot slice. Jay-flavor added salty tang, a culinary complement. Empty plastic wrap joined the bowls on the counter.
“Perhaps we ought to feast from the source.” Guiding Jay, Henry squeezed the base of Jay’s cock, turning him vertical. Balls tightening, Jay twitched his hips. In their joined hands, Henry and Jay held back a real fountain. Henry adored driving them to the edge and making them wait.
Lapping at Jay, she cleaned his stomach with open-mouthed kisses. “Be a shame to waste so much richness.” She’d get her fill, but not until Henry took his. Jay trembled under her tongue. Her retreat left shiny but unsticky skin behind.
“A shame indeed.” Henry sighed. Pre-come beaded at the tip of Jay’s cock. “We mustn’t squander a drop.”
The surface tension held. Grew. Stretched.
The bead broke free, slipping down the flared head.
Henry engulfed Jay to the root.
Jesus God, cram her fingers in her panties and call it a day. Orgasm hovered a hairsbreadth away. For Jay, too, if his guttural exhalation came from as deep as it sounded.
In a leisurely, tugging withdrawal, Henry breathed I own this all along Jay’s length. The chorus of whimpers confirmed his claim.
“Taste from the source, Alice.” Henry’s low command settled on her shoulders. “My boy’s beautiful cock is yours for the night, sweet girl.”
God yes. All night, every climax hers while Henry held the reins.
“Make it dance.”
She replaced his grip, holding Jay nice and tall so he’d see the climax of his first gift. Closing her eyes, she relished the sweep of Henry’s hand as he pushed her hair back and angled her to optimize their view. She rolled her tongue around Jay at his tip, dividing her attention between her appreciation for him and for their leader.
Henry removed himself to the head of the table. The bulge in his slacks lined up behind Jay’s sweet face as he watched her blow him. A vision of beauty on both sides. On a future night, Henry’d promised, he’d unzip and feed Jay his cock. But for now he’d let the birthday boy watch his own enjoyment while he reinforced the cuffs’ safety and comfort.
“Tonight we give pleasure to the man who pleases us with exquisite skill throughout the year.” Grasping Jay by the hands, he held him captive against his chest. Black cuffs stood in stark contrast to Henry’s white dress shirt. “His beautiful surrender, his love and trust.”
He nuzzled the backs of Jay’s hands. She did the same along Jay’s cock, long bobs and hard pulls. A team, Henry’s voice and her lips.
“He brings me more joy than ever I hoped for.” Henry stroked lazy figure eights, infinity bridging Jay’s cuffs and the sensitive heels of his hands. “I cannot imagine life without my Jay.”
With the low hum of a perfectly tuned engine, Jay vibrated. Cupping his balls in her free hand, she matched the other to the sweep of her mouth on his shaft.
“I suppose I’ll have to keep him with me forever.” Light musing turned possessive as Henry lowered his voice. “My good boy, bound to my service.”
With Henry squeezing his wrists, Jay teetered on the edge. His balls pulsed. Ejaculatory inevitability. He’d come in a—
“Come for me, my boy. Share the salt of your submission with our girl.”
He washed over her tongue, and she drank him down. His heat caressed her like a sip of Henry’s port. The good stuff. Stoking her own fire even as Jay’s cooled. He lay slack, motionless now by stunned afterglow rather than Henry’s command.
“Well done.” With reverent care, Henry lowered Jay’s arms to the table. He brushed the back of his hand over Jay’s forehead, cheek, and neck in a tender, flowing path. In his crinkled eyes, he held a smile for her as she bathed Jay’s cock with equally patient attention. “Where have you gone, dearest boy? Hmm?” Henry’s fond, teasing tone seemed no more than Jay deserved. “What glorious vision has glazed your eyes and stolen your quick tongue?”
A quiet, contented Jay. Such a rare sight, not to be missed. With a light kiss and a gentle pat, she left his softening cock to its rest. She’d recall him to action soon enough.
Standing straight twanged the crick in her back. Too much enthusiasm spent bending over her table.
Henry swept out his arm, and she scurried in for snuggling. Kneading her back with a pressure-laden fist, he kissed her cheek. “Played to perfection. Our poor Jay is spellbound.”
Dazed satisfaction shone in brown-saucer eyes and a lazy smile. In wearing him out, they’d muted his natural smirk.
“We could wake him with a kiss.” She pushed a wayward strand off his forehead. Henry had glued his fingers to Jay’s pulse. She wouldn’t panic unless he did. “Works in fairy tales.”
“So it does.”
They did the honors together, a kiss for Jay at each corner of his mouth. Henry paused beside his ear. “Wake and move, my boy.”
Shuddering and blinking, Jay sucked in an endless breath. “Henry?”
“Yes, dear one?”
“I love my birthday present. Especially the people who gave it to me.”
Chuckling, Henry rubbed Jay’s chest in a flurry. “Alice and I gathered as much.”
“We love you too, stud.” She dropped her voice. “And your birthday’s not over. You haven’t unwrapped all of your presents.”
If he tried any harder to stare at the outline of Henry’s cock and her boobs simultaneously, he’d get whiplash. Classic Jay. Rounding the table toward his feet, she caught herself in a near-stumble. Classic Jay wearing handcuffs.
Not a single sign of interest in removing them. They’d cleared the first hurdle, accustomed him to the gripping weight without distressing him. No more than a new thing Henry’d asked of him.
Sliding her hands under his legs, she massaged his calves while Henry chafed his hands.
Jay flashed a goofy grin. “Whazzat?”
“Improving blood flow.” Henry returned Jay’s smile. “You sent so much into your beautifully hard cock it�
��s a wonder you’ve any left to circulate.”
“I could do it again.” Wiggling, Jay flexed his feet against her stomach. “I know I could.”
Lowering Jay’s hands, Henry nudged his shoulders. “Up you go. I expect Alice is eager for that very miracle.”
“Oh yeah.” She tugged his ankles, the tablecloth coming along for the ride as Jay slid to the end. Standing between his knees, she splayed her hands across his chest. Warm and angled, with his lungs a bellows beneath the surface. “I’ve got just the place to enshrine him.”
Clinging to her with his arms slung around her neck, he breathed honey and pineapple in the thin space between. Neoprene and Velcro rasped against her shirt. “I’m a good boy. I won’t let you down.”
“You’re a good boy.” Only an idiot or an ass would tell perfect, giving, trusting Jay different. “The only way you’d ever let me down is if you kept going when you needed to stop.” The response Henry would offer rolled off her tongue. “You remember your safeword?”
Nodding, Jay squeezed her between his knees and released. Squeezed and released. “Tilt-A-Whirl.”
“You remember when to use it?” Slipping through her fingers, the silky hairs at the base of his neck tickled.
“When I’m not ready.” He shifted his weight and sat taller. “When I decide. Because it’s my right to have a safeword and to use it.”
“Got it in one.” Pressing the back of his neck triggered an immediate bow. “And it’s my responsibility to respect your safeword.” She laid her lips against his forehead. “It’s the most important thing I’ll ever do in my life.”
Beyond Jay, at the opposite end of the table, Henry emanated lust in blazing green eyes and fingers grinding white against the tabletop. Approval emerged in his restrained nod. He’d fuck them both into the floor, the wall, or the nearest handy anything if he hadn’t planned the night to the finest detail.
Pride in them, in their behavior, growth, and love—in those moments Henry came closest to the edge. When he tortured himself with delayed gratification. The touch of masochism in the master’s need for self-control.
Stepping back, she let Jay’s arms bump across her shoulders and snatched his hands as they dropped. “Let’s go, stud.”
He hopped off the table, linen falling in a heap behind him. “Oops.”
“Leave it.” She swung their linked hands. “You have places to be.” Walking backward, she pulled him along in a hip-swaying saunter. “Gifts to unwrap.”
This one, though, belonged to Henry. Obedient, naked, bound Jay following her down the hall, his strong, unscarred back on full display. The greatness Henry had uncovered and refined with years of painstaking patience. The man who knew his worth and took pride in his service. Nothing would take that away from him.
* * * *
Dark green silk gleamed under the bedside lamps as Jay helped her peel back the comforter.
“Top sheet too, my lovelies.” Henry opened the button at his throat. With long, graceful fingers, he traced his shirt placket. “We want a level playing field for this exercise.”
Jay swung toward Henry. “Exercise?”
“Mm-hmm.”
Unnecessary, the sheet joined the comforter on the floor. In Henry’s bed, they bared themselves in heart, soul, and body with nothing to hide beneath.
Henry beckoned Jay to his side. Closing his hands around the cuffs, he raised Jay’s arms between their bodies.
Go time. If they’d planned well, Jay would gain so much confidence. If not—contingencies. More love, more trust, more time.
“Do you recall the night our girl wore these for you?” Rasping his thumbs across the cuffs, little more than a whisper, Henry shouted in the silence. “The trust, courage, and joy she demonstrated?”
Jay rocked on the balls of his feet. “I remember.” Up. Down. “Alice is fearless.”
“Is she, now?” Henry turned a skeptical brow on her. “Alice, is this true? Are you fearless?”
“Not even close.” She gentled her denial for Jay’s tender edges, the open wounds they sought to seal. “Sometimes I conquer my fear.” The silk rippled under her sliding fingers. “But sometimes, when I’m in a safe place, I embrace it.”
Humming, Henry prompted Jay for his safeword and got the standard answer. “Tell me again when you will use it.”
“When…” Jay studied his cuffed wrists. The hands holding them. Henry, and her, too. His rocking diminished until he stood firm. “When the fear is more than the fun. When I can’t embrace it.”
“Exquisite.” Claiming a fierce kiss, Henry led a dance of two strong, masculine jaws in a rhythm directing her heartbeat.
Toes curling, Jay whimpered as they parted.
“Go ahead, Alice.” Henry must’ve judged Jay relaxed enough for the advanced game. She’d prodded him with incessant questions Wednesday. Plan and plan again to make every step right for Jay. In memory, Henry whispered.
“My hands loosed his bonds once we’d snapped the locks. What he wants and what he’s ready to handle are not always in harmony.”
The under-bed strap yielded to her questing fingers. Warm from its slumber beneath the mattress, sturdy nylon slipped free. A simple-latch carabiner dangled at the end. No locks.
“Pull the safety tab.” As Henry guided Jay through using the cuffs’ quick-release, Velcro scratched the air.
She rounded the bed as an unobtrusive servant. Not a role to which she’d ever aspired.
“If his body responds with fear, he will feel he has failed.”
But as she readied their safe haven for Jay’s submission, service dumped a cocktail of contentment and anticipation into her bloodstream.
“Allow me, my good boy.” Henry refastened the cuffs. The more trial runs, the better. On and off, the blanket across the colt’s back without added weight.
She rested the second strap atop the fitted sheet. Jay blew out a breath.
“We will provide as different an experience as possible.”
Only the wrist straps. No ankle straps, no ankle cuffs. The lightest of restrictions, repetition morphing into routine. She and Henry had an advantage mustang breakers lacked.
Jay wanted to be tamed.
“Shall we prepare our girl for playtime?” Laying his hand to Jay’s cheek, Henry turned him toward her. “She appears shockingly overdressed.”
Jay pranced in place, his hips wiggling and his ass tightening.
“His partner naked, symbolically bound, as equal in vulnerability as he.”
At Henry’s direction, she approached and bent her head. Taking his sweet time sliding the tiny button at the back of her neck free, he woke shuddering pleasure.
“Untuck Alice’s blouse, please.”
As Henry fingered her neckline, Jay gripped her waist. Hands pressed to her sides, he raised the camisole out of her pants.
“Lovely.”
Their cooperative conspiracy left her naked but for the leather encasing her forearms. Rounded edges, tight stitching, swirling scrollwork. The wind’s leaping joy etched onto the dark, steady earth. Hmph. Spending so much time listening to Henry had leached his artistic whimsy into her engineered order.
“My best boy is in your hands now, dearest.” Henry kissed her palms and stepped away. “Mind you feed him well.”
A feast of familiar flavors but unknown sensations. To start, a reinforcement of their success in the dining room.
“His back protected, safe from pain and exposure.”
With her Henry-kissed palm over Jay’s heart, she walked him backward to the bed. “Sit, sweetheart.”
In silence, with trusting eyes rich and dark, he obeyed. Not innocence but wisdom. Faith that this time would be different. Faith enough to make her legs wobble if she let it.
“Slide back.” She projected nothing but confidence. Certainty.
Weight on his hands, he followed her command.
“I want every inch of your be
autiful body on this bed.” Weeks of practice in their shared room naturally framed praise as the output of her desires. “Henry’s generous to give us so much freedom to play.”
She straddled his extended legs and knee-walked closer. The sway of her breasts drew his gaze as she pushed him prone. With gentle sweeps, she splayed his arms wide. Moment of truth.
“Feminine hands.”
The snap of the carabiner closing shot through her. Jay’s shiver called for comfort. Nuzzling his hand, she tugged his index finger into her mouth. Swirls teasing on her tongue, the soft pattern of his fingerprint tingled. Uniquely Jay and all but invisible to her senses.
Whimpering, he shifted the bed with his rocking beneath her. Comfort and arousal. Stretched across him, she snapped the second strap in place. Ready to ride. Her rodeo, at least for now.
“A feminine voice.”
Gripping him between her legs, she rested at the low end of his ribs. “Are you comfortable?” Under her kneading hands, he lay warm and firm-chested. “Are you eager to please me?”
Lifting his hips, Jay grimaced. “I’m sorry, Alice.” He turned his face away. “I’ll try harder.”
She stuffed down a twitch of panic. “Try harder?”
His cock. Not hard yet, because he’d barely had time to recover.
“Oh, sweetheart.” With deliberate unconcern, she shook her head, reached behind her, and delivered a reassuring squeeze. “We’ve got time for that later. You told me once you have two hands and a mouth.” Arms spread, she rose on her knees. “I’ve already put your hands to work for me. You’re such a good boy to accept my bonds.”
As Jay’s eyes widened, he licked his lips. Bingo, baby.
“But now I have a job for your mouth. For your quick, clever tongue.” Slow moves forward. Building anticipation like Henry’d taught her. She’d make him proud. “I swallowed your joy. Will you swallow mine?”
Opening his mouth, Jay strained toward her.
“An exceedingly clear demonstration of your femininity.”
She descended on him with the deep notes of her arousal thickening the air. Henry held his silence. If Jay didn’t safeword, they’d add Henry back into the mix. When the straps had become nothing to fear, a meal paired with the wine of her climax.
