by Jack L. Pyke
He caught a jab in the ribs and couldn’t stop laughing. “With what Gray’s paying, I can update my whole collection a few times over.”
Dare seemed distracted and Gabe caught his look over to Jack and Jan. They stood close to the open door, heads together as Trace and Gray kept low conversation by the bed. No doubt limits were being advised on all parts. Jack already knew Gabe’s, and in the next few minutes, Gabe would have a list of Jack’s.
“You won’t take the money, will you?”
Gabe shifted to look back at Dare, then rested back on Jack and Jan. He shook his head.
“It could help you upgrade your equipment like you’ve been wanting to do, but you still won’t take the money Gray’s offered, will you?”
“No.”
Dare’s head rested against his. “Have I told you just how much I love you?”
“I have a feeling I’ll be making you say it again later, just for a reminder.”
Jack’s gaze rested on his and the smile he gave was so easy as he watched them back.
“Those eyes of his are a killer,” said Dare. “Gotta admit.”
“I thought you preferred Jan’s?” He kept that light.
“Yeah, Jan’s different. His are more of that friend for a lifetime you want to protect. Jack’s... his say he’d be up for a good fight in bed, but you’d have a bigger battle keeping him there when the morning comes.”
“Maybe. But Jan’s got a look that can out-fight Jack’s at times.”
“Yeah,” said Dare quietly. “They really need to be left alone now. And I’m just about ready for home too.”
Gabe nodded. “Me too,” and he felt a touch under his jaw draw him in for two tender kisses. One to mark worry, the other to say it would all turn out right. Gabe thanked him for that, and he wanted to run with it for a lifetime, but a cough disturbed them as Trace came over.
“Do you know how you’re gonna handle this, babydoll?”
Gabe frowned, then glanced over at Jack. “Yeah.”
“You sure?”
He gave a nod.
“Then keep the scene moving, don’t allow Jack time to linger without sensation.” Trace had done his own observations. “He has a previous history of being very hardcore, but with things like pseudo-incest being a firm no. He took serious injury during the rape. You already know about the no-penetration, but for safety’s sake, watch for any movement that might put any undue stress from the waist down. No sounding. Jack loved it last time, but after the rape, he was put through a retrograde urethragram to rule out injury, which suggests that bastard Vince tried sounding. And for someone outside of the lifestyle to try it....”
“I know.”
“Also take into account martial art skill.”
“I know.”
“And watch for dilation of the pupils. It’s an indication Martin’s making an appearance. Gray—”
“Trace,” Gabe said more gently. “I know.”
Trace searched his eyes for a moment. “Then be careful, okay? Me and Gray are your external safety too. You use Mercedes Benz if you’re triggered in any way.”
“I will.”
“Then repeat it.”
“Mercedes Benz.”
A heavy sigh was given from Trace as Gabe took Dare’s hand and pulled him over to Jack and Jan. Gray was already there, and Gabe felt his every move watched.
“Jan’s good to go,” said Jack, gently, his voice quiet and professional as though not to upset Gray, “but he’d like to ask if he can observe from here, with the door kept open?”
Gabe smiled at Jan. “You’re okay so long as you can see and hear what’s going on?”
Jan nodded. “If it’s okay with you?”
Gabe had worked video streams with subs, so an audience wasn’t a problem, and if it kept Jan sane, then he’d make it work.
“He’d also like Dare close by.” Jack tapped at Dare’s arm. “He thinks Goliath will just about be big enough to play bouncer if he gets triggered.”
“Me too,” said Trace, and Jan raised a brow as Jack snorted.
“I’m not wearing tights, in case you’re after an ogle.” He gave a big grin. “First verbal clause in my contract.”
“Wuss,” said Trace, already moving over and guiding Jan back to the door. Dare followed. “The floor’s yours for the next hour or so, Gabe.”
“I’ll only need a few minutes.”
Trace stopped and looked back over his shoulder at the same time Jack looked up. Ignoring them both, Gabe stepped up to Gray. “May I have your permission to approach and touch your sub, Gray?”
Giving a frown, a look that seemed intent on reading his soul, then ripping it out for any thought that involved touching what was his, Gray eventually nodded.
Jack got all of Gabe’s attention. “The package I gave you, open it for me.”
As if remembering it was there, Jack dug a hand into his jeans. “Fuck, you meant for this to be handed over at the MC to be posted. I didn’t get the chance.”
“It’s okay, Jack,” Gabe said softly. “It was meant for you anyway.”
Jack screwed his face as he turned the package over in his hands.
“Open it.”
He didn’t look up, but did tear at the corner, then ran a finger inside to get the top open. As he held his hand palm upwards to catch what came out, Gabe placed his hand over Jack’s to cover what Jack now held.
“The last time you were bound, what happened?”
Jack shrugged, but there was grief there. “I blacked out. Split Gray’s lip, bruised a few ribs, from what Jan told me... left Jan hiding his head in his arms up against the wall in Gray’s bedroom.”
Gabe glanced at Gray. “Was that the last time you asked your Dom to master you?”
Jack shook his head and black hair fell over his eyes, hiding them. “I demanded his control.”
“You tried to force him into controlling your disorder?” Gabe’s heart slipped a little. “What has Gray just done, Jack?”
Such a soft smile came up. “Claimed me.” A slight shift of head was given. “Well, in a not gonna arrest your bollocks kind of claimed way. Which is a definite step in the right direction as far as our relationship goes.”
“Feel good?”
Jack looked up. “Real fucking peachy.”
Gabe removed his hand and Jack ran a thumb over the set of handcuffs that slept in the palm of his hand. He would have known what they were the moment they touched his palm.
“Handcuffs,” he said, distracted.
“Whose?” He needed Jack to say it. “Who’s just Claimed you?”
“Gray.”
He nodded. “New memories, new sensations,” Gabe said gently. “Jack, what have you been holding while Gray marked and Claimed you? What have you been holding while you held Jan and knelt there, making out at Gray’s feet?”
Jack was left looking down at the handcuffs, turning them over and running his touch around and over the metal. Comfort was found, and when he looked up at Gray, there wasn’t an ounce of fear there. “Part of Gray,” he said gently.
Shifting past Jack, Gabe slipped the cuffs out of his touch, in the same movement making sure that Jack faced Gray. “Your Dom,” he whispered, pressing in close to Jack from behind, “Eyes purely on him.” He let a gentle breath play over Jack’s ear and felt the shiver.
A look over Jack’s shoulder saw Gray holding whatever Jack offered him. As he did, Gabe let his breath move down Jack’s throat. “Your Dom.” The skin inches from his kiss was deeply tanned, smooth... leading to shoulders that begged for binding. But Gabe didn’t touch. “Submit.”
Jack eased down to his knees, legs now slightly apart, eyes not losing focus, and linked his hands behind his back. The moment he was settled, Gabe ran his fingers through Jack’s hair, then gripped hard and forced his head back onto his own hip, exposing Jack’s long throat.
Sweat lined the offering, and keeping the movement light, Gabe ran the cool of the handcuffs over Ja
ck’s jaw, then down the curve of his throat.
Gray followed every move.
“Every Master has their preference on how they like their subs to submit fully.” Gabe fisted Jack’s hair, roughing the touch and tilting Jack’s head to the other side. The cool metal of the cuffs were dragged slowly through the perspiration dampening the skin. “Show him how you submit fully for him, Jack.”
Knees inched further apart, Jack eased down, resting forehead to floor between Gray’s feet. Gabe went down with him, tracing a touch over Jack’s shoulder and down his side, all to rest on his slender hip. Hands were still locked behind his back, body now almost flat to floor and marking more a martial art flexibility and meditative stance.
And breathing was so calm and deep; Gabe felt the gentle rise and fall under the touch on Jack’s hip as he knelt behind him.
“Beautiful,” he said calmly. The sound of the handcuffs followed him as he drifted them up over Jack’s ass, the loose fit of his jeans, up over the small of his back. Coming to rest on top of Jack’s hands, Gabe left them there and withdrew his own touch.
“Now submit fully, Jack.”
Jack’s thumb brushed the outer metal of one cuff. Gabe had left both open on purpose, and for all his years of experience—Jack slipped one around his wrist. The second curved Jack’s wrists, then—
Click.
Hands in cuffs, Jack settled in perfected self-bondage at Gray’s feet.
Tilting his head, Gabe followed the outline of Jack’s body, using a single finger to trace the small of back up to his neck, then back down again, coming to rest at the cuffs.
“Where do you go to, Jack?” he said softly. “Who steals your thoughts now?”
A slight shift came, a move of body into the floor that eased, maybe itched the heat that Gabe could feel in the twist of muscle, no doubt of cock.
“A Master,” came the quiet reply. “Mine.”
No “my Sir”, “My Dom”. Just... a Master. Mine.
“Back,” said Gabe, his tug on the cuffs and a softer grip in Jack’s hair making sure he found his knees again. He kept Jack’s head back, his look now solely up on Gray again, and kissed gently, just once at the curve of Jack’s throat. “Safety and submission are yours,” he whispered in his ear. “Your MC Master trained you. Show him your control, Jack.”
The handcuffs came off by Jack’s own hand. Gabe knew he’d been in enough training scenes to know how loose to keep the cuffs if he thought his boundaries would be pushed, and he’d shown the mindset to do just that tonight. Control was his. Always.
Gabe gave a gentle bite at Jack’s neck, but didn’t mark. “Now ask your Master,” he said quietly.
Jack eased to his feet and Gabe followed, taking a step back.
After giving a look down at the cuffs he held, Jack went close to Gray, so close that intimacy was cried in the gentle brush of Jack’s nose against Gray’s cheek, in the slight run of the back of his hand against one of Gray’s. Slipping the cuffs into Gray’s hold, Jack looked at him.
“Control is mine, always,” he breathed. “But would you hold it in your hands for me now, mukka? Would you lay me down and Master me?”
Gray reached up and cupped Jack’s neck—then the change came instantly as a rough kiss had Jack backing up against the wall. Gray pressed in fiercely against Jack’s body, and it forced the breath out of Jack. Guided up the wall, one of Jack’s hands was pinned above his head. Not even needing to glance up, Gray slipped one cuff around Jack’s wrist, then made sure Jack’s other hand joined it but remained uncuffed. Both bodies were stretched to the full, Jack nearly forced up onto his tiptoes as Gray stole Jack’s breath in every other way. Gabe stayed long enough to see that Jack’s hands weren’t cuffed together, that Gray’s restraint was enough, that the simple threat of heavy kink fastened around his wrist kicked every part of Jack into gear, and in return, fed Gray, then Gabe headed on out, stopping by Jan.
“I’m taking the keys to Gray’s summer house now,” said Gabe, “and I’m gonna fuck the life out of my sub. That okay with you?”
Jan looked at him, almost embarrassed by how he’d been caught watching.
“Look, Jan. Don’t be afraid to be seen looking: they’re damn hot together.” He ran his hand down Jan’s cheek and caught the flush of heat under his touch as Jan frowned.
“That’s my lover out there, Gabe. You don’t touch him,” a voice drifted over, and Gabe smiled back in to Gray.
“That your thank you for Jack, too? You’re welcome,” he said, then giving a look at Trace, Gabe took Dare’s hand.
Trace stopped him. “No touch with Jack?”
Gabe looked back at Jack. “None but Gray’s was needed. How they’d touched last time with handcuffs just needed to be confronted and given better—”
“Memories,” said Jan, quietly.
“Context,” said Gabe to him. “Give Jack a car indicator, and he’ll hold onto it, twisting it every which way to see how it works. He knows he controls the flick of the switch, the power behind the engine once he’s got all that energy focused, with all the pieces in front of him. So it was just back to basics needed with him: holding BDSM equipment in his hand and feeling their weight, acknowledging their potential, his control, and what the lifestyle itself represents through that equipment.” Gabe looked at Trace. “But also recognising how his control of the switch fires the Dom, but flick it the wrong way... all the fear and damage that can be done to the Dom because of it. He—”
“He just needed reminding.” Jan said in a soft voice.
A slow smile crept up on Trace’s lips. “Thank you. For touching a sub the right way on his night of Claiming. A difficult call.”
“You didn’t know he was going to be claimed, though,” said Jan.
Gabe gave him a soft smile. “It was nearly midnight, with a call out to Regent Manor, a meeting with other Doms and subs, with full access given to friends who know about the MC... what did you think was going to happen, Jan?”
He blushed, seeming to connect all the dots. “It was my first collaring,” he said, giving a self-conscious shrug.
“Claiming. There’s a big difference,” corrected Trace. “Being Gray’s lover, you’ll learn to tell the difference over the next few months.”
A touch of confidence eased into Jan’s eyes as Gabe smiled at Trace. “Can I go fuck my sub now? I really need to fuck my sub now.” Trace was a watcher on how Gray slipped his hands under Jack’s T-shirt. “Missing Micah?”
Trace let out a groan. “So fucking badly.”
“So go and call him,” said Gabe. “Give him hell over the phone.” He looked back now. “Jack’s going to be tied up for hours now anyway. Let Micah know we’ll be back soon.”
A last look at Jan, Gabe left him there, making sure Trace moved away from them too. It was up to Jan now; he had to decide for himself whether he was happiest to stay in open doors, listening, or whether what lay beyond could help him see the past can be nothing but a prefix to better memories.
Chapter 34
The Master
Gray backed Jack up to the bondage table, hand running down his side as he more than encouraged Jack down. T-shirt and jeans were stripped off next, and how Jack had worn no boxers during the Claiming had Gray moving back in to slip his touch over Jack’s hips. Jack shifted up, into him as Gray dragged hard marks across the toned ass under his handling.
“Fuck.” Jack instantly found his cock, playing a touch down it as Gray pressed in close between Jack’s thighs. Jack’s heels were up on the table, giving Gray such a stunning view of everything Jack had to offer. Letting a smile creep up, he breezed a hand close to Jack’s tattoo and Jack hissed. The hand that played his cock still had the cuffs tethered there, and metal brushed against scrotum, causing Jack to squirm more. Everything about him was shower fresh, so fucking clean, and Gray eased down, brushing kisses from navel to pubic hairline, loving Jack’s scent. Jack groaned and Gray stole a hard kiss, getting such a drive out of feel
ing naked heat and a hand press hard against his hips.
Jack still burned from the Claiming, body rising up into every slight shift of hip. It fuelled Gray into a rough press of hard cock against hard cock. His suit jacket came off as he eased back up, then hands were back running up and down Jack’s hips, lifting that heat up one moment, pushing it down to control the next. He grinned down at Jack.
“Up for a little cop on kink, stunner?”
Grey eyes flickered open, then Jack was up, hand gripped around the back of Gray’s neck for leverage, and a tongue found Gray’s, then Gray found a lick run his throat, just above where Jack’s necklace rested. “Just you, mukka.” The buckle to Gray’s belt was slipped out, clasp undone to his trousers, then a hand was in, wrapping around his cock. “Fuck, just you. No roles, no games. Just the balls behind your love.”
Gray gripped Jack’s hair, at first forcing his kiss up, forcing access to the skin just above where the collar had once sat. He marked in a different way, biting hard into Jack’s throat, needing the friction of cock against cock as Jack swore and pressed his against Gray’s. For a moment, the tangle of handcuff wrapped around their cocks, fastening them together, then as Jack twisted his touch around them, groaning into the bite on his throat, his fist found the small offer of chain to the cuffs and he dug it hard into their cocks, forming an almost perfect shared cock ring. Gray rode it hard, cold metal infecting the heat burning under Jack’s touch. And as he tugged hard on Jack’s hair, forcing him back to the table, Jack was left to dig heels in again and ride the chain and fist around their cocks.
A brush of hand came at Gray’s back, drifting around his hip, and he frowned, for a moment too far in Jack to connect the sensation; then he caught the softness in brown eyes as Jan came to rest at his side.
The reaction was without restraint or thought as Gray cupped around the back of his neck and pulled Jan in for a kiss. Jan was there with him, returning the heat, no longer trying to calm and slow it down like in Jack’s remastering months back. Jan pulled away first, looking down at how Jack played with himself on the table.
He moved away for a moment, leaving Gray again running a hand near to the tattoo. Just gentle but enough to bite at a deeper need in Jack. The sting from the inking would be immense, but a touch close to it and—
