by M. Q. Barber
Chalk scraped and clacked as he shuddered. His swaying hips dragged her dress back and forth, so close they stood. The chalk fell silent. “Finished, Mistress.”
“Good. That’s good, Jay. Second word.” She swept her nose along the top of his shoulder. “Nuzzle.”
The crisp, woody scent of his post-work shower layered with his earthy musk. The sharp freshness lured her in with the demand to dirty him up, to make the lush depths of their combined arousal smother all else.
“Finished—” Her reward stroke caught him mid-word, and he stuttered into a tenor whimper. “Mistress.”
“Wonderful. You’re such a thoughtful student, Jay. Third word.” She sealed her lips to his skin at his high-water mark, the divide between what his shirt covered and where the sun beat down on his neck daily. “Kiss.” A second. “Kiss.” A third. “Kiss.”
As his cock twitched, she gave a quick, encouraging squeeze.
Chalk screeched. His second “s” gained a lengthy tail. He swiped his fist across the chalky trail and left a blur behind. “I’m sorry, Mistress.”
“Penmanship under pressure.” With slow strokes, she soothed his anxiety. “Would you like extra tutoring, Jay? More time with me to practice these skills?”
He moaned, quiet but unmistakable. “If I’m worth your time, Mistress.”
If. Christ. She laid her cheek on his shoulder. Love by osmosis, hers soaking into him while she refilled from Henry, his understanding gaze landing on her and oh-so-worthy Jay.
“You’re worth my everything.” Her kisses morphed into gentle nips. “Fourth word, now. Are you ready?”
“I am, Mistress.” Strong, slender, and eager to please her, he vibrated in the circle of her arms.
“Nibble.” Warm, muscled shoulders fell beneath her tugging teeth. “Are you a nibbler, Jay? A long-legged jackrabbit like you, you must enjoy nibbling whatever slides between your lips.”
His heart thrummed under her left hand, and the echo pulsed through his cock in her right. Pressed behind him, his nudity coursing prickling awareness everywhere they touched, she drew his excitement into herself. Stepped out of herself, as if her ownership granted her access to every wheel and lever controlling the flow of his arousal. As if they shared the same skin, the same mind.
“I do when it’s yours, Mistress.” He executed the slow, unfinished circle of the “e.” “Or my master’s.”
“You do good work.” Countless nights, now, she fell asleep in the aftermath of powerful orgasms he delivered with rolling waves of his tongue. “All that talent.” Mornings, too, when she woke not to the alarm clock but to Henry’s rumbling growl as he climaxed in Jay’s waiting mouth. Her clit pounded, hot and needy. Time to skip a word or two. Jay didn’t need drawn-out foreplay any more than she did. “Do you know what I like to work with, Jay?”
Henry perched against the teacher’s desk, his lips pursed and his green-eyed gaze intent. Her game had reeled him in. Pride nestled alongside her arousal, a pair of spooning partners waking and stretching.
“No, Mistress.” Clutching his chalk, Jay stood poised to write, to kneel, to come—whatever pleased her whims. Her pauses became his. Her desires, his.
“My hands,” she whispered. Power at her fingertips. “Fifth word. Caress.”
She swarmed him. The sparse, swirling hair on his chest slipped between her knuckles. Abdominal muscles like finely embossed metal rolled and swelled and dipped with his breath. Narrow hips gave way to thick arrows pointing toward his pleasure. Skirting his cock, she gripped his thighs.
He flexed, unconscious alternation, as if he pedaled in place. A drop of pre-come splashed hot against her wrist. Three letters in, and his hand no longer moved.
“One ‘r.’” Tracing the shape alongside his cock unleashed a whimpering chorus. “Two ‘s’es.”
“Thank—” He shuddered, and his handwriting suffered, but he finished the word. “Thank you, Mistress.”
“It’s my pleasure to help you succeed.” Fluttering her fingers around his cock, she raised invisible sparks on contact. “My privilege to show you what I want from you.” Privileges Jay had granted her and Henry had allowed—no, encouraged. She grew into the spaces between them, tracing her own desires deeper in each expansion.
“Almost done.” She firmed her hold. In Jay’s sexual blueprint, forcefulness equaled security and desire. “Sixth word.” She’d take care of him the way he needed. The way she wanted. “Stroke.”
As she demonstrated, he scrawled the letters in a shaky hand. The chalk flashed up and down, and she matched the pace on his cock.
“I’m real close, Mistress.” An unnecessary but adorable admission. The rich earthiness of his arousal surrounded them with thick, humming tension.
“I know. I know you are.” Hunting for his ejaculatory edge, she upped her rhythm in a calculated push. “You’re my dedicated student. I’m so pleased with you.”
Cock trembling, he poured out an urgent whine. His balls tightened.
“This last word is a command, not a vocabulary exercise.” Air flowed across her lips in a trickle, time slowing as Jay waited on her word. “Come.”
The chalk snapped between his fingers. Gasping her name, he bucked his hips. White jets streaked the blackboard.
She pumped with purpose, draining all he offered. Enough to spatter his grade, a sloppy but recognizable A+, below his list.
“I got an A?” Breath sputtering, Jay pressed his forehead to the board and slumped on wobbly legs. Relieved he’d held out so long, or cooling. She’d served his spelling lesson with a side of phys ed.
“Top of the class. Time to take a seat.” Nothing soft showed itself. Her dress, but that was thin and she meant to keep it on. Hard desk, hard seats, hard floor. Shit. She should’ve planned better, because she wanted him on the floor but not uncomfortable. “A nice, soft seat for our star pupil.”
Henry nudged the duffel beside the desk. “I’ve a reward here that ought to suffice.”
Gratitude swamped her. Henry, bringer of the best gifts. Maker of the best plans. A challenge and an example, one she’d push herself to match every time Jay dropped to his knees at her feet, until she deserved his trust and devotion as much as Henry did.
She steered Jay toward the bag. “Go ahead, sweetheart.” Pressing on his shoulder set him sinking with his customary grace despite his still-heaving lungs. “Take your prize.”
As he opened the bag, he sagged against her, his weight a tingling reminder of her own deferred climax. Once she’d gotten him settled, his first touch would be explosive.
Jay raised his hands with a delighted laugh. Familiar, navy blue cotton silk trailed through his fingers. Mumbling thank-yous, he plunged his face in and inhaled.
Henry’d brought along their sheets, the ones she’d awakened wrapped in this morning. Nothing special, except Jay hugged them to his face and chest like he’d won the lottery.
“Good reward?” She tousled his hair.
“Us.” Tipping his head back, he lifted the sheets, silky blue sliding over his arms.
Sure, okay, but he could have that any— “Home.”
He rewarded her understanding with his sunniest smile.
Their games were part of their relationship, but they were a them, an us, together, lovers, family, always. They’d go home to the same bed tonight after they’d wrung each other out. The secure constants Jay craved and maybe—no, almost certainly—the reason Henry had devised a lengthy, low-pressure approach to adding her to their relationship.
“Build a nest here, please.” Tapping a spot directly against the class-facing side of the teaching desk, she bent and slipped off her heels. She’d never keep her balance in them once she put Jay to work. “I want my best boy up front with me.”
Whatever Henry had wanted from her and whenever he’d wanted it, he put responsibility for Jay’s needs first, and Jay needed a woman unafraid to dominate him. Gently, and with love, but one w
ho wouldn’t walk away, push him aside, or jealously compete for Henry’s undivided attention.
“Yes, Mistress.” He folded the sheets in a neat square, one of a hundred ways their expectations shaped his actions. “I like being near you.”
Henry had held off until she was certain. Until she’d come to him and made the commitment—asked for an expanded contract, told him she loved them, felt ready to move in, agreed to try dominating Jay a little at a time. Where Jay rushed in, Henry tested every step with unobtrusive thoroughness, right down to packing their sheets in his kit.
“I adore being near you, too.” Praising his folding skills, she sat him with his back to the desk and his face upturned. “In fact, I saved a snack to share with you.” She swayed to her feet, dragging her dress across his face. “Are you hungry, Jay?”
“Starving, Mistress.” He ruffled her little black dress like a warm summer breeze.
Positioning one stocking-clad foot with care, she wedged herself against the outer curve of his hip. “You’ll eat whatever’s put in front of you?”
“Uh-huh,” he moaned. “I mean, yes, Mistress, I will, please.”
“Good boy.” As she straddled his face, she dropped her dress around him.
He gripped her calves, palms kneading before he jerked away. “I’m sorry, Mistress, can I?”
“Use your hands? Of course you can. Thank you for asking.” Squeezing his hips and ribs between her legs, she aimed to provide the powerful security Henry would in her place. “Hold your snack in both hands while you lick the center.”
He stroked her legs as if the stockings mesmerized him. Under the dark veil of her dress, touch mattered more than sight. Touch, scent, and taste.
“Go ahead,” she whispered. Tremors born of her long anticipation built and spread. “I’ll tell you—” Christ, he’d found the borders of the stockings with his fingers and tongue, and his hair teased her thighs. “I’ll tell you when you’ve had your fill.”
Strands of hair dropping back in a gentle whoosh, he inhaled with the ostentation of an overzealous wine steward. A long, slow, pointed lick parted her. His satisfied groan vibrated as he sucked her clit inside his mouth. She was Jay’s hard candy, and he’d melt every sugar molecule on his playful tongue.
The surge of heat sent her slumping to the desk and left her gasping for breath. A chemical reaction, Jay’s tongue and her clit. Bringing the two together sent her soaring—and Henry loved watching them in flight. Recursive arousal, the three of them building lift and thrust in an endless circle.
Jay lapped at her thighs, her stopgap measure for containing her arousal after Henry hadn’t allowed her panties. Teasing, he twined fingers and tongue around her garter straps and let them snap back. A bee sting, or the pressure of a hickey forming at the center of a burning kiss.
She tried to praise him with words as Henry did, but pauses and panting punctuated her love letters. Cradling her ass in both hands, Jay stuffed his mouth with her slippery lips.
While he devoured her with devotion, she repaid him with shaking knees and near-collapse. The desk’s broad, flat surface kept her from smothering him between her thighs or sending them both to the floor. Verging on a new peak, she stiffened.
As Henry passed her, the hissing slide of his tie echoed her sighing satisfaction. He tapped the blackboard beside the last of Jay’s work. His ink, her penmanship. “I see our boy’s grade writ large. Is Mistress Alice”—Henry wrapped teasing warmth around her title—“ready for her evaluation?”
His tie dropped beside her, the thin end unrolling across her wrist. Scrabbling uncoordinated fingers, she snatched the rest. Jay and his flicking tongue sent her into climax with Henry’s tie crushed in her fist.
Fabric fluttered. Henry’s dress shirt, crisp and warm, dragged across her bare arm. Her cheek. Her closed eyes. Left behind as a makeshift blindfold, his shirt enveloped her in a Henry-scented fog. His belt jangled and rasped.
With sweet tenor growls, Jay shook her garters in his teeth.
The hem of her dress lifted. Exposure let in currents of chilly excitement, the heat of her thighs and Jay’s breath no longer a secret exchange. Longer feet nestled alongside hers. Muscled legs wrapped her own. New heat grazed her ass.
Henry’s shirt captured her unsteady breaths and fed them back to her. She didn’t dare move, not an inch, not an anything, but Jay’s unceasing attention rolled waves out from her center.
Knuckles bumped her inner thigh. Strong hands with a dusting of hair on the backs. Unmistakably Henry.
He gently separated Jay from her throbbing clit. Fleeting touches teased her with flesh on flesh, trembling anticipation of the unknown. Henry hadn’t revealed his plans to her, only listened to her suggestions and helped her shape her scenario. They’d gone beyond that now.
As he slid his hand in a half circle, Jay whined, soft and low. Cupping Jay’s cheek, maybe. Rubbing his thumb across those full lips, rubbing her in like a lip balm made for him alone.
“My good boy.” Henry swept his cock down her ass and along her thigh. “Share with me.”
Fingers curled under her stockings, Jay worked his jaw rapid-fire between her legs, but the lens of his attention had shifted. No need to guess where.
Henry, undulating without thrusting, rocked her hips against the desk and ran his hand up the back of her dress. The button edge of his shirt skimmed her ear. Whisked away, the fabric revealed Henry’s deep green eyes before he captured her in a tender, melting kiss.
Her jittering arousal and orgasmic aftershocks coalesced in a sensual ball pulsing to his rhythm.
“Jay feasts on his fantasies.” Bent over her back, Henry spoke in a low rumble. “You gave him the lovely, brilliant mistress he needs.”
He toyed with the zipper at her neckline.
Tick.
Tick.
The teeth unclenched at an agonizing crawl.
He splayed his hands, spanning her back, and peeled the dress aside. The high neck and sleeveless fitted top became bands around her upper arms. Stroking her spine, he leaned in, nude and solid and with a weight, a presence, beyond size. “But that isn’t what you are for me, is it?”
She shook her head, a nonverbal ‘no’ the best she could manage through ratcheting excitement at passing him control. Pinned by Henry, she lay exposed, her legs shaking as Jay worked magic with his tongue and crept up her thighs with groping hands.
“No, you’re my good girl, my bold Alice.” Sweeping her hair aside, Henry twisted a tight ponytail in his fist and heated her neck under an open-mouthed assault of nips and growls. “Shall we finish this night together?”
Her attempted nods pulled his grip tighter, reminded her whimpering, trembling atoms of the elemental truth of his power. Even as he reduced her to tumbling arousal, he lifted her up.
“Have you tasted a sufficient slice of dominance?” He nudged her thighs, the head of his cock slick and sliding along her lips. “Submit to me, my sweet girl.”
Her half-moaned yes earned her a long, slow penetration. Two thrusts of solid heat, and on the third he pulled fully out.
She choked back her begging denial at Jay’s moan. Henry jostled her to the same rhythm, twice, three times. He sank inside her again on the four-count. Again. Sweet fuck, he drove her to the brink with deep thrusts and denied her the release, feeding Jay his cock and the taste of her in between. She met him with arched hips. Anything to drive him further, faster.
Rationing his thrusts, he roused her greedy anticipation. Silent count, a chant in her head, one, two, three times their hips danced while Jay swallowed the prize. Four, five, six, Henry rattled her to her toes, his chest hair scraping her back, his breath thundering in her ear.
“Please.” She welcomed the man who freed her from worry and doubt until only love and faith remained. “Please, sir.”
Blanketing her, he closed his hand around her tight-fisted grip on his tie. Forehead pressed to her temple, he kissed
her cheek. “Shatter,” he murmured. “Let me feel you, beautiful girl, your vibrancy, your incoherence”—he nipped her lips—“your utterly divine moans and your quaking heat with every”
—one—
“delightful”
—two—
“plunge.”
Three.
She jolted into climax on command, the signal racing through tingling lips, ringing ears, and aching breasts.
Growling, Henry chased her peak with his own. He jerked hard, their bodies slapping together, and held himself still. Christ, she praised the day they’d abandoned condoms.
“One last gift.” The urgency of his whisper snaked through her luxurious haze. He spread his hand at the nape of her neck and adjusted his grip. “One he needs from us. One he’ll love.”
No question, then. She wiggled her ass. “Do it.”
As he swept her back with a powerful pull, the desk flashed past beneath her. She stood upright in the nanosecond before he dug his knees into the backs of her legs and dropped her into Jay’s lap.
Eyes rolling back, Jay thrust with jouncing hips.
She hurried to align their bodies and take him inside. Refilled. Bending backward, she planted her hands beside Jay’s outstretched legs as he sang out his joy. She’d gone too far past orgasm to scale that peak again, but damn if she wouldn’t enjoy the ride—and the view.
Henry muffled Jay’s whimpers with a mouthful of cock. All hesitancy and public persona forgotten in the rapture of serving his master, Jay gulped him down.
“That’s it,” Henry murmured. Hands flat on the desk, he played her inverse, thrusting forward with his ass clenched and his thighs taut. His cock held firm, his erection slow to fade post-climax. “Take us both. Do you taste her, Jay? The same sweet wetness gripping your cock eases mine into your throat.”
With Henry weaving his spell, Jay came quick and hard. She squeezed him tight, welcomed his thrusts, and rejoiced in his unconstrained enjoyment. Henry had been right. Boosting her confidence with a trip to the club had prepared her to set the example. To let Jay see her strength and find his own.
Fingering her hem, Jay cozied his head against Henry’s shoulder as Henry settled beside them on their bedsheet oasis. “Thank you for tonight. I won’t forget how special you made this.”
