“Blaze, I need you to watch the bar for about fifteen minutes,” Jackson said as the little submissive walked by.
“Yes, Sir,” she answered, surprising him by her submission.
He still remembered how fired up she had been when protecting her friend, Jillian, against the Dominant Gunner. For a submissive, Jackson had always thought her too feisty with too much attitude. But there seemed to be some Dominants in the club that liked all her sass. He hoped that someday she would meet a Master who would get past her bluster and help heal the hurting woman behind the façade she hid behind.
As soon as Blaze ducked under the bar, he grabbed Sinclair’s hand and pulled her from the barstool. “Come with me, sunshine.”
“Yes, Master.”
Once they were out from behind the bar, he pulled her close and draped his arm over her shoulders. He then headed them toward the back door. It was time, and they needed privacy for what he planned to talk about with his sunshine.
“Master? Where are we going?”
“Somewhere so we can be alone,” he said.
He pushed through the door marked “Private,” and they stepped into the foyer with the elevator for the apartments on the fourth floor.
They crossed the small room, and he pushed out the back door as they walked outside. Jackson did not stop once they were outside. Instead, he guided her to the gate that led to Jenna’s enclosed garden on the other side of the parking lot.
He punched in the code to the electronic lock on the gate then pushed it open. Flipping the switch just inside the gate, he turned on the twinkle lights that were strung all over the enclosed area.
“After you, milady,” he said with a half bow and a wave of his arm.
Sinclair smiled at him before stepping past him. He followed as she wandered the paths of the garden that led through now mostly dormant garden areas.
“Even in December, this place is amazing,” she said, stopping to look at the gazebo that now housed a brightly lit Christmas tree.
Jackson took her hand and led her up into the gazebo. Once there, he stopped and knelt before her. She turned and looked at him, eyes wide and a little fearful.
“Sinclair Malone, I know I treated you like my beck and call girl in the past, but those days are over. I love you and want you to be my wife so I can come home to you at the end of every shift. You are the woman I want to share the rest of my days with. Will you do me the honor of marrying me and allowing me to be your husband?”
Sinclair stared at the man on his knee before her as any reservations she had been clinging to melted away. “Are you sure? I don’t want you rushing into anything if you’re not ready for it.”
Jackson looked into her eyes and laughed. “Babe, I’ve been ready to marry you since you showed up at the firehouse and told me off. Now answer me, and later is not acceptable.”
“Yes, oh yes, I’ll marry you,” she said, bending forward and kissing him.
Though she hardly wanted to let him go, she did not fight him when he pulled back and reached for her left hand. “This will remind you that you and I are together for the long haul.”
He slipped a ring on her finger. Once it was in place, he kissed her knuckle before rising and pulling her in for another long, passionate kiss. When he finally released her, they were both panting. Lifting her hand, she looked at the ring. The band was wider than she expected, gold, and there was a ring of diamonds around a larger, bloodred ruby. She thought she saw writing behind the ruby, but could not be sure. She would have to wait until they got back inside to examine it closer.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered, lifting her head and kissing him again. “I love you, Jackson Matthews, and hope I never have to come to the firehouse and yell at you again.”
“Me, too. The guys still rag me about treating you right or else they’re going to draw straws to see who gets a shot at you next.”
“I think we need to get back inside. I’m sure your break’s over by now,” Sinclair said as she rested her head on his chest, quite content to be right where she was.
“Yeah, I suppose. Or we could go home and forget about the rest of the party.”
Sinclair lifted her head and frowned at him. “But there’s a present under the tree with your name on it. We can’t leave until you open your gift.”
She watched as Jackson’s eyes lit up.
“A present? For me? Then I guess we do have to go back inside,” he said, trying to sound resigned to his fate, though she knew better.
He wanted his Christmas present.
Chapter 10
Jenna led the way into the apartment they shared on the fourth floor. As always, they were greeted by the glow from a small lamp in the living room. By now Antony’s legs were working a little better, and he only needed Gentry to assist him in stumbling to the bedroom.
Jenna unwrapped Antony from the blanket he wore and helped him to lay in the center of their king-size bed. Then she flipped the blanket over him again, wanting to keep him warm while they prepared to join him.
“Strip, Gentry, and then you will help undress me. We’re going to do a little private celebrating before we go back downstairs for presents at midnight.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
She watched as Gentry untied the waist ribbon of his costume and carefully pushed it off his cock and balls before shoving it down his legs. He stepped out of it then took a moment to pick it up and place it on the dresser beside Antony’s, which he had dropped when they’d entered the room.
She turned her back to him so he could work the hook and eye closures holding her corset together. She would never admit it, but while she loved looking the part, it always felt so good when she took the hot, tight clothes off at the end of the evening. She smiled as he brushed a kiss across the top of her right shoulder.
“Finish it,” she ordered, her own arousal causing her patience to be shorter than usual. It had been eight long months since she’d felt Antony’s cock in her pussy, and she could not wait any longer.
Another minute and he peeled her leather skirt down her legs, and she stepped out of it. Then he unzipped each boot and helped her out of them as well. She sighed once again as her bare feet sunk into the thick carpeting.
She patted babe’s head as he knelt before her. “On the other side of pet with you, babe. He needs us both loving on him to get him ready for one more round of kink.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said then scrambled around the end of the bed to crawl in on the other side of her pet, her love, her Antony.
She lifted the blanket and slid in on her side. Settling so she leaned against the pillows she pulled Antony’s head to her breast and cuddled him like a mother would a child. He rolled to his side and snuggled against her then gently curled up behind him. She smiled a contented smile as he took a deep breath. He blew it out in a huff, and she felt him relax even further against her side with one arm draped across her middle and his top leg resting over both of hers as if to keep her from getting away.
Yeah, like she’d ever want to do that. Her loving pet was home again, and she would not let him leave again without a major fight. If she had to, she would take on the entire United States military to keep her man home with her where she knew he was safe and protected and well cared for.
When hot wet drops began falling on her bare skin, she began to run her fingers through the short strands of his black hair.
“You’re home, pet. Safe and sound and all is now right with the world,” she assured him.
The silent tears continued to fall. This was part of his healing process and return to the “real world” as he called it. Jenna knew from previous deployments that he had used his incredible willpower to hold them back until they were up here and away from curious eyes. Now that their little family was alone and together, he could cry out the pain and loneliness and any other emotions that he needed to release.
Eventually Antony lifted his head to look at her with teal-colored eyes that still gl
istened with unshed tears. “Thank you, Mistress. Thank you for letting me go and for letting me come home again.”
“You’re welcome, my love,” she murmured then leaned in and kissed his forehead. “Welcome home, pet. You have been sorely missed. Did you make a decision about reenlisting?”
“Yes, Mistress, I did. I decided my place was here, so I was honorably discharged in Atlanta last week. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but I wanted it to be my Christmas present to you,” Antony said, looking into her eyes. “I thought I could help Gentry in his furniture business.”
Jenna’s heart filled at the news that he would not be leaving them again for such an extended period of time. But she also knew that Antony had no skills for wood-crafting.
“No, I don’t think so, pet. I have a job you are better suited for in mind,” she said.
She ran her hand once more through his hair then fisted it and pulled his head up so he met her eyes. She felt his cock stiffen against her thigh.
“One with good pay and excellent fringe benefits.”
“And what position would that be, Mistress?” he asked with a smile as his hips shifted, rubbing his renewed erection against her.
“Club Esoteria needs a full-time manager, and you’d be perfect for the job. I’m sure Taurus will agree when we tell him about it.”
Antony blinked, looking astonished. “Are you sure?”
“Pet, does your ass need a few more strokes to remind you that I never say anything I don’t mean?” She smiled as his eyes widened.
“No, Mistress. I’d love to take on the job of manager,” he said.
“Good boy. Now, Gentry, would you like to give Antony his Christmas present now?”
Gentry lifted his head and looked at her over Antony’s shoulder. “Whatever you wish, Mistress,” he said, sounding a bit hesitant.
“I wish,” she said. “You will fuck me while Antony pops your cherry. Get the lube and condoms, babe.”
“Mistress?” Antony rolled back as Gentry left the bed.
“Gentry asked me if he could give you his cherries for Christmas. I thought that was a wonderful gesture and agreed. Which was why he sucked you off downstairs, or don’t you remember?”
“He did?” Antony tried to think back, but had been so deep in subspace that he had felt a mouth on his cock, but had not realized it was Gentry.
“Yes, pet, he did, and now you will take his anal cherry. We have been playing with plugs to stretch him out, but you will be the first man, the only man, to ever fuck that sweet ass of his.”
Antony threw off the blanket as he rolled onto his back and looked at his slave-brother. “Are you sure, Gentry? I don’t want you doing this unless you’re absolutely sure.”
Gentry tossed the bottle of lube and several condoms on the bed before he crawled up to kneel over Antony. “I’ve been thinking about it for a long time, and I am very sure. You are the only one I ever want touching me in that way. But only if you want to,” he added, showing the submissive side which was the reason Antony had brought him into their family in the first place.
“Hell yeah, I want,” Antony said leaning up and giving his friend a long, slow, passionate, tonsil-hockey kiss to prove it.
When they pulled apart, both men turned to smile at their Mistress.
“How do you want to do this, Mistress?” Gentry asked.
Jenna climbed from the bed and walked around the bed, looking at them from every direction.
“Babe, lie on your back with this under your ass,” she pulled a thick pillow from the pile leaning against the headboard. “Antony, prepare his cock and ass, and then your own cock.”
“Yes, Mistress,” the men said together then scrambled to do as they were ordered.
Once Gentry was in place with his knees pulled to his chest, Antony sheathed both their cocks with condoms. Then he spread lube on two fingers before dripping it down over Gentry’s puckered star. He spread the lube around then gently slid his fingers into Gentry’s ass. He spread his fingers gently, twisting them slowly as he pressed deeper and deeper.
Gentry moaned as he began to fuck his fingers in and out of his hole. “Close,” the man moaned as Antony stroked a finger over his prostate.
“Don’t you dare come, babe,” Mistress ordered as she climbed onto the bed beside them. “Do I have to put a cock ring on you?”
“No, Mistress,” the slave answered through gritted teeth.
Gentry straightened his legs halfway to allow Mistress to swing one leg over his body and settle astride him. Antony watched as she took the other man’s cock in her hand and wrapped her fingers around the base. Gentry made a strangled sound, and Antony’s cock twitched in sympathy. He’d had Mistress’s fingers in the same spot with Mistress squeezing his cock to keep him from coming.
“Better?” she asked a very long few seconds later.
“Yes, Mistress. Thank you,” Gentry whispered, sounding near tears.
Jenna then held the cock in her hand up and eased down. Equally slow, she lifted up and then back down again, riding her slave at an easy, relaxed pace.
“Antony, would you care to join us?” she asked over her shoulder.
“Yes, Mistress,” Antony said, his cock once again hard and pulsing with every beat of his heart.
Lifting his feet off the bed, Antony lifted Gentry’s legs and rested his ankles against his shoulders. He ran a hand down Mistress’s back from her hairline to the top of her ass.
Looking down, he felt his balls tighten at the sight of Mistress slowly sliding up and down Gentry’s cock. Then his gaze dropped to Gentry’s balls, pulled up tight and exposing the pink puckered flesh of his back hole. The knowledge that he would be the one and only man to ever breech that orifice sent Antony’s renewed arousal even higher.
“Okay, babe, relax and let Antony in,” Mistress said as she leaned forward.
Antony dragged the tip of his cock back and forth over Gentry’s hole and gloried in the sounds the other man made with each pass. Finally he could take it no longer and positioned the head of his shaft at the man’s hole and began to push for entrance. Looking over Mistress’s shoulder, he met Gentry’s brown-eyed gaze.
“Deep breath and push back, babe,” he said as he continued easing forward.
Gentry made a sound but followed orders, and in a half dozen racing heartbeats, Antony felt himself pass the rings of muscles. Once the head and another inch were inside his best friend, he paused to allow the man to adjust to the fullness. He knew how he felt as he began to pant.
He fought the urge to slam home in one thrust and not-so-patiently waited until Gentry began to shift his hips. Only then did he begin gentle fucking motions, moving deeper with each thrust then pulling out again. Once he was fully seated, he froze once again and waited with his heart in his throat.
Again peeking over their woman’s shoulder, he watched Gentry’s face. Finally the man opened his eyes, met his gaze, and growled. “So fuck me already.”
Antony grinned. “Gladly.”
He pulled out as Mistress began riding her blond stallion. He watched her and kept rhythm, sliding in as she moved up Gentry’s shaft then pulling back as she descended again. From being in this position one time in the past, he knew the man in the middle would feel like he was fucking himself.
“Faster, Antony. Harder,” Gentry begged as he squirmed, trying to move back and up at the same time,
“Mistress?” This was not his call to make, and he refused to mess up such an important occasion because Gentry was trying to top from the bottom.
“Do it,” she moaned as she swirled her hips before starting a faster, harder up and down motion.
Antony reached down and grabbed Gentry’s hips, then began to move faster and harder with each stroke until he was slamming his pelvis into the man’s ass.
“I’m close, Mistress,” he murmured.
“Hold it, pet. Babe, you ready to come?”
“Oh yes, please, Mistress.”
She made a sound that sent shivers ripping down Antony’s back. She waited three more deep, hard strokes before she cried, “Now. Come with me now.”
Gentry cried out immediately, his body arching off the bed. As the other man’s muscles tightened on his cock to an almost painfully tight grip, Antony felt his own juices barreling up his cock to fill the condom that separated them.
“Oh, God,” he cried out as his hips pulsed forward several times, pushing as deep in Gentry’s ass as he could.
His vision dimmed for a few seconds as he held himself where he was. As his cock began to soften, he eased out then collapsed on the bed for a second before rolling off and stumbling to the bathroom. He cleaned up and then brought back a wet washcloth and cleaned Mistress and Gentry up as well. Amazed that he had any strength left in his body, he crawled back onto the bed and collapsed next to Gentry. Mistress lay on the man’s other side.
“Oh. My. God,” the man in the middle whispered after several long moments of total silence.
“You said a mouthful, sweetheart,” Mistress murmured. “Antony, welcome home, my pet.”
“Thank you, Mistress.”
“I know you’ve been worried, but you will always have a place here, with me. Whether you are gone eight hours, eight months, or eight years, your place is here, with me, with us. We love you,” she continued.
Antony teared up but blinked them back. Raising his head, he turned to look first at Mistress and then to Gentry. “I love both of you, too. So much I can’t put it into words.”
“Oh, by the way, Gentry will be taking your ass on Christmas morn,” she said.
“Any time, Mistress. Any time.”
“Now rest, my boys, because we still have to make one last appearance at the Christmas party.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Antony thought he murmured though he could not be sure.
Chapter 11
Thirty minutes before midnight, Taurus and Jackson closed down the play areas. Extra food and non-alcoholic drinks were available as everyone finished up their scenes and did whatever they needed to do before midnight.
Minutes before midnight, Jenna, Antony, and Gentry appeared, the men wearing matching Christmas boxers and their Mistress in a deep green silk robe. During the evening the couches and chairs had been moved around to the other side of the bar so they now faced the Christmas tree instead of the stage.
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