Finding Their Balance

by M. Q. Barber

  “A negative outcome would be worse than denying him the attempt outright.”

  Jay’s tentative probing demanded encouragement. “The first night you did this for me, you gave me so many orgasms I thought I’d die in Henry’s lap.”

  He deepened his strokes, flicking his tongue inside, and she clenched down. Flood his senses with feminine heat and musk, slick lips and a slippery, trembling clit, and they just might lick this.

  Lick it. Giggles floating in her abdomen, she set off more contractions.

  “He wants so badly to submit. A setback would devastate him.”

  As she gripped the headboard, the leather sleeves rippled with her forearms. Tension built between her legs, fueled by Jay working his hot breath and strong, flexing tongue.

  “I tried to match the feeling. Vibrator fizzled out. Shower sprayer beating water right against my pussy failed. Only you and your mouth got the job done right.”

  Moaning, Jay shot into overdrive, delivering heat and speed and pressure. She poured every gram of concentration into not smothering him between her thighs. Jesus God, Henry’d taught him well.

  “But a success, a success filling our bound boy with confidence and pleasure? That would be a joy I’ve waited years to witness.”

  She lifted an inch and he chased her, extending his neck to keep his tongue between her lips. Tension lining his arms, Jay formed fists. Rustling behind her revealed his feet sliding on the sheets as he raised his legs. Mmm. Cock revival underway.

  Beyond, Henry stood with his shirt untucked and unbuttoned. He fingered his belt buckle, erection distending the fly beneath.

  Lost in shudders, she sagged. Jay latched on and sucked her clit hard. Their giddy boy of pure enjoyment. In treasuring this night forever, Henry would immortalize them on canvas.

  She rode a swell of pride and power to orgasm.

  * * * *

  Uncurling her fingers from the headboard, she harbored the certainty she’d have the chance again tonight.

  “You’re an artist, Jay.” If her mental checklist hadn’t highlighted the game waiting, his long, flat strokes would’ve kept her in place for another round. “Your tongue is your brush.” A mechanic with great torque. Leave the percussive maintenance to Henry, though. He knew how and where to strike. “You’re such a good boy to study with a master painter.”

  “Henry,” he whispered. With a happy Jay-whimper, he vibrated her clit.

  “Henry.” Aftershock rippled through her belly. Better move before she got too attached to staying right here. She hefted herself backward and straddled him. Time to remind Jay how much he loved Henry’s voice. He hadn’t flinched at Henry’s name or the word “master.” She had a green light. “I bet he’s so proud of you.”

  “He is?” Arching his chest under her, irresistibly cute and catlike, Jay licked his shining lips.

  “I am.” Using his deep tones, Henry soothed like nothing else. “You created a portrait of pleasure I won’t soon forget.” With his voice, he lubricated moving parts, reduced friction, optimized every element for top performance. “You’ve earned the reward our girl yearns to deliver.”

  Busted. Rubbing herself along Jay’s abdomen, she’d given away her excitement.

  “I get a reward?” In full-on fidget mode, Jay delivered a ride better than rubbing. His grin showed his teeth. “Nobody mentioned a reward.”

  As Henry rounded the bed, he nodded to her. “A bonus gift.”

  She skirted the erection Jay’d been so worried about not having. Settling on his thighs, she stroked his hard shaft. “I said I’d have a use for this later, didn’t I?”

  Jay whipped his head sideways and scanned the nightstand. He was gonna fucking love this. Love the fucking, too. The soft cuff hampered his reach for the drawer, but he didn’t flinch from the pull. “Henry? May I please have a condom?”

  Henry ran his finger along the nightstand. She matched him on Jay’s cock. Poor Jay didn’t know where to look.

  “Alice wants to give you a first time as you did for her.” Shirtless, bending across the bed, Henry rested his face beside Jay’s. “I might be tempted to name it fairness—equality for my beautiful pets,” he whispered. “But we both know how competitive our girl is, don’t we?”

  Henry winked, and Jay nodded in rapid, repeated agreement. Damn teases. God how she loved them.

  “I expect you’ll enjoy letting her win this one.” He treated Jay—a bound Jay welcoming his master’s touch without panic—to a slow kiss.

  She flash-froze the image in her head.

  “Happy birthday, my boy.” In pulling back, Henry granted her room to work.

  With a swift stroke up Jay’s cock, she recaptured his focus.

  “Henry says you’ve always been responsible about wrapping this up.” A month of fantasizing and more than forty-eight hours she’d been ready for this exact moment. A lifetime for Jay, since the first time his cock stood up and he knew what to do with it. “You don’t have to tonight.” She added a purr to her voice. “Not with me. Not anymore.”

  Jay jerked in her hand. “For good?”

  Powerful desire coated her lips, and she shared the slickness, sliding his cock along her sex.

  He caught his breath. “You mean it?”

  “Mm-hmm.” He had a beautiful cock. Firm and purpling between her legs. Perfect ridges for grinding her clit. Her lubrication prepared them both. No substitutes, no barriers.

  “But Henry should—”

  “Be first,” they finished together.

  She bent and kissed his brow. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. He was.”

  “Alice gives us a lovely gift.” Henry spoke, and she acted. A harmony if ever she’d found one. “One in which I’ve partaken this week.”

  Three times Wednesday. Not once Thursday. A long day of emptiness to raise her expectations and her eagerness for Jay.

  “Her choice shows us how much she values our love, hmm?”

  Value indefinable. The variable becoming a constant, neither subject to the rules governing all others.

  “How committed she is to loving us.”

  Damn straight. Not a man before them had shared this nudity with her. And now she got to be Jay’s first. Maybe his only. Her clench tightened her whole body, curling her toes and clamping her jaw. No wonder Henry got off on commitment and control.

  “Her decision opens the doors for much more spontaneity in our life together.”

  Spontaneity. Her cue. Gripping Jay at his base, she raised up and swallowed his flared head. Not quite inside, but rubbing. Close enough for him to whimper every time she tugged. She fingered her clit with her free hand.

  Dancing in her other hand, Jay flexed his thighs between hers. Clever, eager man. Too big an outward nudge and she’d slide right down.

  They’d agreed Jay would be quick, even after coming at the table. No way he wouldn’t be with this enticement. Avoiding any whiff of failure on his part meant priming her to climax almost as soon as he filled her.

  “Our girl’s slick, smooth heat surrounded me with nothing between us. She’ll brand you, my boy.” Henry sent his deep, low promise shivering along her skin. “Here is your home.” His hum quieted Jay. “Our home.”

  Burying him, she throbbed on the edge. Jay groaned and bucked deeper. She slapped her hands to his sides and went for a speedy ride.

  “Magnificent creatures,” Henry murmured. “The beauty of powerful thighs. The thumping of racing hearts.”

  Oh God. Desire surged. Jay’s chest heaved with his breaths.

  “Naked but for my gifts. Both bound to me. Mine.”

  She shook with pressure beyond her capacity to contain. “Please,” she mouthed, and Jay mirrored her. “Please.”

  “Come for me, my dear ones.”

  Jay pulsed, bathing her with heat. She collapsed on him in a shaking heap, their hips joined.

  * * * *

  Snuggled closer than a blanket,
she breathed in rich, musky Jay-scent. “How ya doin’, stud?” Snaking her fingers through his hair, she waggled his head.

  Grinning, he bumped her nose. “Best first time ever.”

  “You feel amazing. I’m gonna keep you right here.” With her squeeze, she drew a thrusting reply raising her up. Shame to make the bedsheet the lone witness to his tight, muscled ass bench-pressing her weight. “Mm-hmm. My new Jay-accessory. Goes with all of my outfits.”

  Her running patter and praise gave Henry time to unsnap the straps from Jay’s cuffs. Letting him keep the snug wristbands would be victory enough. Henry refused to tie him down with a masculine presence at his back. No argument from her.

  As Jay pressed up, she ground down. Inevitable she’d lose him eventually, but for now a controlled clench kept him inside.

  He swung an arm toward her waist and halted an inch away. “Wha…”

  “Startle yourself?” Freedom always came as a surprise to her, too. She kissed him with soothing persistence. “It’s okay. You can touch me now. Ask Henry.”

  “Henry?” Any wider, and Jay’s eyes’d be fit to burst. “I—I did it.” With shuddering breaths, he vibrated his whole body and a good bit of hers. “I didn’t have to stop.” Tipping his chin, he just missed clocking her as he stared between them. “I’m—everything’s—safe.”

  “Completely safe, my brave boy.” Pants discarded, Henry sat with his hip near their heads. “And such a delicious conduit of pleasure for Alice.”

  Naked Henry. Yum. The power dynamics of a dressed Henry in the bedroom sent her soaring, but he’d decided to remove as many reminders of trauma as possible. No contest. Crafting the best experience for Jay remained paramount.

  Squeezing him settled bittersweet heaviness in her chest. Too soft to hold soon, no matter how she ached to grip him forever.

  Jay laughed and squirmed. His cuffs dragged on her thighs. Mmm. Her turn next.

  “Share what’s delighted you so, my comedian.” With rapt attention, Henry traced Jay from ear tip to jawline.

  “Alice is tickling my balls.”

  “Say what?” She tapped his shoulders. “Doing no such thing, goof.”

  “Yeah-huh.” Pulling up his legs, he cradled her ass with his thighs. His smirk signaled he’d converted to post-orgasmic euphoric scamp mode. “You’re all slippery and wet and warm. Like caramel sauce on a sundae.”

  Henry laughed. Hard, not a polite chuckle but a full-out head-back shoulder-shaking laugh. Beautiful and deep.

  “Newsflash, buster,” she whispered. “That sauce tickling your sundae comes courtesy of you, too, you know. We’re swirled like the gooey-melty spoonfuls at the bottom of the bowl.”

  Moaning, Jay licked his lips. Oh God. She’d unleashed the dessert fiend.

  “Convenient, as I’ve a use for your bounteous supply.” Henry unfolded his hand and raised a green circle between his thumb and index finger. Jay’s cock ring.

  Mouth hanging open, Jay convulsed in a rolling shudder. Oh yeah. Thought he’d finished for the night, the gifts unwrapped, the toys put away. Nope. More pleasure to give and receive.

  “You got my presents.” She swallowed her sigh and let him slip free. Nudging his thighs apart, she knelt between. “But Henry saved the best for last.”

  “Better than everything so far?” Jay zeroed in on the ring with single-minded attention. Bondage he craved. “Gonna hafta be incredible.”

  Flaccid and gleaming, Jay displayed adorable wrinkles. Henry cupped the whole package with possessive strength. “My boy knows who owns him.”

  Abdominals tensing, Jay bobbed his head with spring-loaded repetition. Not tied down, but sure as hell bound. Anticipation remained an aphrodisiac with qualities she’d only begun to catalog.

  “He takes pride in his service, as he should.” Circling the flared ridge below the head of Jay’s cock, Henry molded Jay to his thumb. “He will rise to the occasion when the time comes.”

  With his smooth push, Jay’s balls descended through the basic band of darkest jade. The polished stone’s inner surface bore an inscription there and gone, Henry too quick and the engraving too distant. Jay’s cock squeezed through last, malleable and slick with their climax.

  “Good boy.” As Henry patted Jay’s cock, glowy-eyed Jay stretched and preened. “How easily my ownership slides over you when you’ve been prepared with careful thoroughness.” Leaning across Jay, Henry kissed her cheek. “Our boy is properly attired for his final gift of the night, and you’ve earned a reward for excellent performance.”

  Her heart leapt. Advance knowledge didn’t make the confirmation any less exciting. If anything, knowing increased her anticipation and made her wet with waiting. “Thank you, Henry.”

  He tugged the bright stainless steel rings dangling from her forearm sleeves. “Jay.” His soft call roused instant attention from their basking boy. “Atop the dresser lies a short tie Alice would very much like to have. Fetch it for her, please.”

  No need to specify which dresser. The best goodies came from the bureau between the windows. Jay trotted over with a wiggle in his ass. Taking advantage of the cock ring’s added weight to play. She would. No cock, though.

  “You’re entertaining naughty thoughts.” Henry enwrapped her and twirled like a dancer dipping his partner. “The darling puckering of your breasts tells me so.” He laid her into warmth, Jay’s heat clinging to the sheet. “What has captured your imagination?”

  Nestled in proof of Jay’s bravery, sheltered beneath Henry, she tasted the idea on her tongue. “Clamps.”

  His possessive growl shuddered through her and stopped Jay in his tracks. Bending close, Henry breathed against her neck. “A bold adventurer is an unceasing delight.” He nipped her earlobe, his sharp pinch soothed by his tongue. “The dangling weight appeals?”

  “Mm-hmm.” Trust him to read her mind. Or her inability to resist peeking at Jay as he bounced toward the bed.

  “Here?” Henry tweaked her nipple, swirled down her stomach, and tugged her labia. “Or here?”

  “Either.” She squirmed under his fingering. “Both.” As he flicked her clit, her hips jumped without permission. “Ahh—I don’t know.”

  “Then we’ll find out together some night, shall we?” He sealed her yes with a kiss. Sitting up, he beckoned Jay closer.

  Jay bounded onto the bed, rocking the mattress but landing in a controlled knee-slide inches from her side. Perfect waiting pose, the requested toy lying across his open hands.

  She had to laugh. “You’re such a fucking beautiful show-off.”

  Head bowed, Jay shot her a smirktastic grin below dancing eyes.

  Henry cupped Jay’s chin. “Exuberance pours from you as a mighty waterfall, splashing us all with your joy. I hardly knew what a desert I inhabited before your lush waters brought new life.” In his silky smooth baritone, Henry carried a gruff undertone. “I’m so very pleased with you. You nurture my soul, dearest boy.”

  Jay sucked in his breath.

  Rapid blinks held her sympathetic tears at bay but did nothing to stem the flood of love.

  “Th-thank you, Henry.” Wide-eyed and trembling, his voice shaking, Jay clutched the leather. “I brought you this.” He thrust his arms forward. “For Alice.”

  “So you did.” With his soft smile, Henry promised he’d recognized Jay’s emotional overload. “If you give that to me—” He coaxed open Jay’s clenched fingers and retrieved the tie. “You may lie beside our girl and snuggle. Her lovely breasts look to need warming.”

  He swooped in and captured Jay. Angled jaws and rounded lips merged. Beauty in motion, Henry taught a master class in fluid dynamics with his mouth. Jay’s tremors shook themselves out, yielding to Henry’s persistent calm.

  “Yes, you’re more than up to the task.” Grazing Jay’s hip with a long-fingered slide, he nodded. “Go on.”

  Jay curled at her side with catlike grace. Mild headbutting nudged her arm from his
path. Clasping his shoulders, she played with the wispy hair at the nape of his neck. These moments. Jay, calm and cuddly. Henry, powerful and confident. Give her these moments, and every care fell away.

  Kneeling beside her, Henry stretched the strap taut. Eight inches long, and no give in the dark leather. Take away the metal lobster snaps at each end, and the strap could’ve been pulled from her flogger.

  “Raise your arms for me, Alice.” He vibrated his voice at her frequency, a tuning fork for her arousal.

  Clit fluttering, she stroked the knobby headboard spindles. In her tipped-back view, he worked upside down. His growing erection hung over her chest. If Jay peeled himself from her breasts and swiveled, he’d have Henry in his mouth in a hot second.

  “You’re licking your lips,” Henry murmured. “Always thinking.”

  Her shoulders dug into the mattress as she lifted her head. Jay’s weight held her down. God, if only Henry’d lean in a smidge.

  “Always chasing”—snap-snap went the lobster hooks, and a devilish curve took hold of Henry’s lips—“the thing just out of reach.”

  Leather looped the headboard and attached to her sleeve rings. He’d limited her grasp to the thick wood, the smooth leather, and the slippery fitted sheet curving around the mattress. The strap’s stitched edges offered rough contrast under her thumbs.

  Henry laid his hands overtop. “Wiggle for me.”

  She full-body shimmied on the sheet.

  “Competitive minx.” Smiling, he squeezed her fingers. “Wanting to play the comedian with Jay’s fine example.”

  Moaning, Jay abandoned one breast for the other. After the heat of his mouth, the cooler air stung wet flesh. In sprawling, he pinned her and pressed his twitching cock to her thigh. Good to go three times a night. Henry never missed on a prediction about Jay’s responses. Hell, he intended the ring less as an erection aid and more as a claim and a method to keep Jay from blowing his stack the second he realized what a lucky man he’d be.

  “You caught me.” Aiming for sultry, she succeeded, by the flicker in Henry’s eyes. “Always wanting to go farther.” She wiggled her fingers in his grip. “Always safe in your hands.”