by Lynn Stark
But it was only the beginning. Impaled on a throbbing cock, held by a strong arm, Avery sat there quietly as Colt made calls to business associates. Avery felt very beautiful and much cherished by the man holding him. Colt would tease him endlessly between the calls, stroking his cock and balls beneath the hem of the tiny skirt. He would suck on Avery’s earlobe and kiss his neck, taking tiny bites occasionally with strong teeth. Avery thought he would lose his mind if they didn’t finish. His balls were ready to fall off. Just when he thought the torment was at an end and Colt would put him out of his misery, the door opened and Gilly came in. He closed the door and locked it, a wicked smile on his lips.
“Did he come?”
Colt chuckled. “Not yet.”
Gilly tossed his winter coat aside and began unbuckling his belt. He pulled his cock free as he stepped between them and the desk. He sat on the edge and offered his cock to Avery.
Bending at the waist, he took the offered cock into his mouth, sucking gratefully. Avery was glad to have something to do that might relieve the raw ache in his body. And it seemed they were in cahoots with one another, the devils. Sucking in his cheeks, he sucked hard at the rigid flesh. His tongue slid over the smooth head, and then down along the thick veins. As he did so strong hands grasped his hips as Colt began fucking his ass.
It was about time, Avery thought dazedly, becoming lost in the pleasure enveloping his body.
Avery blinked, coming back to the present, when a hand wrapped around his cock. Hell, how had that happened? He had been so lost in the fiery recollection that he hadn’t realized Colt had gotten his cock out of his jeans and was stroking him as his neck was nibbled on by strong teeth.
Yes, they were all perfect together. They met one another’s needs with a natural spontaneity which amazed him at times.
But the most important thing was that Avery knew he was loved and he was safe. He had Colt, Clarissa, Bliss, and Gilly. They were making a life together and so far it was perfect. And in just a few months’ time he would be one of three fathers to two babies.
When teeth bit into his neck and held on, Avery came hard. If the low, tortured groans were an accurate indicator Colt had come as well. Smiling, Avery settled back against his lover.
“I love you,” Colt whispered in his ear, his voice thick with emotion.
“I love you, too,” Avery managed to sniffle.
* * * *
As Colt stood at the foot of the bed buttoning his shirt, he stared at his four sleeping loves. There were times when he couldn’t believe how blessed he was and he would never be ungrateful. As his gaze caressed each face he wondered how his life could get any better. But it would, of course, when their children were born.
Plans had been discussed for the nursery and for other parts of the house. Work would begin on it after the holidays were over. Everyone was excited about the changes in the house which would make it truly their own, not just something of someone else’s they were fitting themselves into. The formal living room would be gone, everything packed up, labeled, then shipped into town to be stored at the mansion. The only thing to stay would be the grand piano. Both he and Clarissa enjoyed playing it and Avery had expressed an interest in learning. The room would be completely redone to express a more casual, relaxing atmosphere. And there would be no chance of a small, curious person or persons breaking something with enough value to put them through college.
Bliss stirred. Her long lashes fluttered as she turned her head and looked at him. “What are you doing?”
He arched a brow at her and she flushed. Then she giggled and he smiled. “It’s Christmas morning. I’m going down to make breakfast.” The housekeeper and her helpers didn’t work weekends or holidays. He wouldn’t ask them to. “Tea and toast?” he asked, feeling bad because she had been sick nearly every morning.
Bliss seemed to evaluate how she was feeling. “I don’t feel queasy, but I’ll start with that. Thank you.”
Colt winked. “My pleasure. Anything you don’t want to smell cooking this morning?”
“Bacon,” she said without hesitation, wrinkling her nose and turning a little green.
“No bacon it is. I’ll bring your tea and toast up in a few minutes.”
Colt went to the kitchen and began the preparations for breakfast. Before he knew it Gilly was there, grabbing a bowl, a pan, and a whisk. Grabbing his handsome chef around the waist, he pulled him back against his body, kissing his ear and neck.
“You should still be in bed.”
“You need help,” Gilly grumbled. “Besides, Clarissa stuck her feet on my ass. How the hell was I supposed to go back to sleep after that shock?” Turning, he wrapped his arms around Colt’s neck. “Besides, coming downstairs meant I got some alone time with my handsome man.”
It wasn’t often that Gilly was so expressive. His smile conveyed his happiness, the shine in his brown eyes told of his love. Colt saw and heard it all, even if the words didn’t often spill from his lips.
Bending to kiss him, Colt hugged him tight. “Then I’m glad you came down. I’ll get Bliss’s tea and toast, and then I’ll set the table.”
Once breakfast was over they went to the formal living room to spend one last Christmas in it. There was a twelve-foot tree in the corner, dripping with decorations, glowing and glittering in all its splendor. Colt couldn’t wait for their babies to see the tree the next year. They would be very small. Still, he could imagine them staring at it, eyes wide, curious, puzzled, but excited as their chubby hands flew through the air and their small feet kicked. He couldn’t wait.
“Are you thinking about babies again?” Clarissa asked, her hands stroking the fuzzy socks and slippers Gilly had bought for her.
Colt laughed and nodded. “Yes, actually I am. How did you know?”
“You had a dreamy expression on your face. What were you thinking about?”
His mouth crooked. “Dreamy, huh?” They all nodded, smiling knowingly at him. He didn’t mind in the least. “I was thinking of how I couldn’t wait for them to see the tree next year. They will be all wide-eyed with wonder, staring, not knowing anything could be so beautiful and amazing. I hope all their Christmases will be beautiful and amazing.”
Clarissa nodded and smiled. “Colt, that’s absolutely beautiful.” He felt the heat spread across his cheeks. He couldn’t remember the last time he had blushed. She took pity on him and changed the subject slightly. “The babies will be a few months old by then. They should like it.”
She rose from where she was sitting beside Avery. She crossed the space between them to sit on his lap. Colt kissed her on the mouth as his arms encircled her body, his hand settling on her stomach. “You’ll be a fantastic father,” she said reassuringly.
Bliss was giggling and he looked at her. “I just hope you’ve learned something from Logan’s experience with children.”
Laughing, Colt nodded. “Yes. I won’t let him babysit.”
They were lazy through the rest of the morning and early afternoon. They made love and took a long nap before they roused themselves enough to get ready for the evening’s festivities at the Redford mansion. Ellen had called to tell them that everything was ready and she would expect them at five o’clock to prepare for their guests.
When they arrived a few minutes before five o’clock, Colt drove past the front of the house to inspect the outside. It was decorated every year with lights, ribbons, and greenery. This year was no different. The huge house had become something of a tourist attraction over the years. Many came to study the architecture. Many more came just to see a house which appeared to have been frozen in time.
Ellen was there to greet them as they came in. She was grinning from ear to ear, but he couldn’t understand why until Edgar Dorchester, the family butler for forty years before he retired, stepped into view.
“It’s good to see you, Edgar,” Colt said, smiling with pleasure at the man as he dared to embrace him. Colt had followed the gentleman around when he ha
d been a boy. He introduced his loves to Edgar, noting the man’s genuine pleasure in meeting them. There was a much younger man beside him and Colt waited to be introduced.
The long, solemn face creaked as a genuine, fond smile was formed. “It’s good to see you as well, Sir.” The British accent brought back even more memories. “Mr. Redford, may I introduce you to my grandson, Randall. He very kindly volunteered to help this evening.”
Colt held out his hand. “It’s good to meet you, Randall. I hope you enjoy your stay in Silver.”
“It seems a very fine town, Sir. My grandfather is considering moving back. He says it’s too wet in England.”
“It does tend to make my joints ache.”
“And twenty degrees below zero doesn’t?” Colt laughed. “Well, you always have a place here at the mansion. And you certainly don’t have to lift a finger. Consider it, won’t you?”
The smile broadened. Edgar nodded. “I will, Sir. Thank you.”
“Please. No formalities. I thought we cleared this up a long time ago. Call me Colt.”
“Thank you, Colt.”
The two men left as Colt moved into the room. Whenever the inside of the mansion was decorated for Christmas it never failed to amaze him how he felt as if he had been swept back in time. He thought perhaps they would dress in period clothing for the following Christmas. That would be fun. Or they could have a garden party in the summer. Well, perhaps not this next summer because of their pregnancies, but sometime in the future. Ellen was quite the historian and very knowledgeable about the clothing of the various eras. Yes, he could see a very interesting future ahead. Interesting, as well as rich with love and enjoying the adventure of life.
An hour after his arrival the rooms were filled with friends and family. Clarissa’s parents had actually shown up, as had Bliss’s. All of Gilly’s family had as well. The biggest surprise, one Colt had arranged himself, was the presence of Avery’s grandparents. The triplets were now surrounding the elderly couple, happy expressions on their faces.
There was music and laughter filling the rooms. Dining at a table which could easily seat a hundred people was a unique experience for most. The crystal chandeliers overhead sparkled and gave a beautiful glow over the table and the place settings. They were just seating themselves, adults at the long table, the children at smaller tables in the next room, when the doors at the end opened dramatically and he stared at the couple standing there smiling.
Then he was tossing his linen napkin down on the table and shoving his chair back with little grace. A server was nearly trampled as he hurried down the length of the room.
“Mom! Dad!”
The wanderers had finally come home. Life was good.
Colt’s heart pounded in his chest as he embraced his parents.
Turning when he heard Bliss and Clarissa laughing, he shouldn’t have been surprised by what happened next. There were dozens of popping sounds. Confetti exploded in all directions, filling the air. The children came running in, yelling and shrieking as they tried to catch it.
“Surprise!”
Oh, his darlings were in trouble and they knew it. They waved at him from the other end of the room as his mother and father flanked him, laughing at the stunt.
His father clapped him on the shoulder. “A little disorder now and then never hurts, son. Just ask your mother.”
“Well, it never hurts…much.”
Colt’s ears burned as he realized he was hearing about their sex life. He swallowed hard and shook his head. Then he was laughing and kissing his mother on the cheek.
“TMI, Mom. Now, come along so I can introduce the two of you to my four loves.”
* * * *
It was New Year’s Eve and Avery waited nervously in Colt’s office. There was a huge party at the Silver Edge. Part of the entertainment on level one was the Pet Show. It was an annual event and when Colt had told him about it his cock had hardened in an instant. He had been wearing his lover’s collar for a couple of months now. He loved it. It was almost as good as the ring he wore on his finger, the one which matched Colt’s and Gilly’s.
But he loved being Colt’s pet as much as Clarissa and Bliss loved being tied up and whipped.
Nibbling on the tip of his finger through the filmy red gloves he wore, Avery hoped he could pull this off. While Colt had led him around on a leash at the club, he had never gone up on stage until tonight when he had been judged on his costume. Some of the other pets were costumed much more exotically than he was. Avery didn’t know if he stood a chance of winning.
Strong hands slid around his waist, pulling him back against a strong body. He sighed and instantly relaxed. Warm lips caressed his neck, just above the collar. He trembled with pleasure.
“You’ll be great, baby. Just show them what you have.”
Taking a deep breath, Avery nodded. “I will. I want you to be proud of me.”
Colt turned him around to face him, giving him a smile. “I always am.”
None of the pets were watching the others perform. Avery kept running his moves through his mind. He had practiced for the past two weeks. Everyone said he was perfect. Well, he would find out soon. Colt’s words reassured him and he became calm.
“How do I look?”
Avery’s hair was now halfway down his back. The weight of it had relaxed its efforts to curl more. He had it held back with a set of scarlet-red velvet ears to match his gloves and faux fur tail. The thong was black leather. He was tucked, taped, and jammed into it. The thigh-high stockings he wore were black, the bands encrusted with crystals which sparkled like diamonds in the lights. The shoes were the same scarlet-red with crystals covering the heels. There were also sparkling crystal bracelets around his wrists, to match those on his collar. He felt very beautiful and very desirable.
Clarissa and Bliss had done Avery’s make-up for him because his hands had been shaking too badly. He took one last look at himself in the mirror just as someone knocked on the office door.
Colt held the cape Ellen had made for him. It was a sheer black garment styled after the traveling capes of the eighteenth century. He pulled up the hood with its black faux fur around the edges and snapped it at the throat.
Strong fingers attached the snap to the ring on his collar. Avery trembled hard and looked up at Colt with eyes he knew were filled with adoration. The man had freed him from all the fears which had held him back for so long. From the moment they’d met Colt had accepted and encouraged him.
“Knock ‘em dead, my beautiful butterfly,” Colt murmured against his lips. He gave him the softest kiss, not hard enough to damage the color on his lips. “Or, should I say, break a leg?”
Avery pulled back and laughed. “In these shoes? It’s entirely possible. Now let’s get out there before all my confidence leaves me.”
Colt winked and led the way out. Following the man had its benefits. He was wearing tight black leather pants that molded to his ass and thighs, and heavy black boots that looked like they could kick some serious ass. He was bare from the waist up, with the exception of black leather bands around his muscled biceps. A pair of glossy red handcuffs hung at his waist. Oh, the man was hot and it took all of Avery’s control not to drool as he was led out into level one.
As he was led around the tables to the steps leading up to the stage, Avery could hear the whispers. Each one gave him confidence to do this as he walked behind Colt to the center. Colt stepped behind him and removed the sheer cape, giving a full reveal. He was then led around the stage. He strutted, he posed, he shook his hips and ran his hands over his body. Every eye was glued to him. He could feel their hot gazes caressing him from head to toe, though he really couldn’t see beyond the bright lights. The only people he could see were the three judges at a table close to the edge of the stage.
When the music began Avery followed it easily, gracefully. His every movement was meant to be provocative. It was hot, raw and by the time the music came to an end he felt more like a wild
animal than an obedient pet.
Avery’s blood was pumping like molten lava in his veins. He looked around wildly for Colt. They met halfway. Colt grabbed him by the back of the neck, kissing him fiercely, before he spun him around and bent him in half. Avery gasped as the butt plug was pulled from his asshole. He braced his hands on his knees as Colt shoved his cock into Avery without even a warning. There was a pinch of pain, and a brief burning, but after that it nothing short of a magnificent claiming on Colt’s part. He was Master and Avery was his pet.
The long fingers of one hand tangled in Avery’s hair as the other grabbed him by the hip. A howl of pleasure left his lips as Colt fucked him in front of everyone there, judges included. He didn’t know if sex was allowed on stage during the competition. But at that moment he couldn’t care less if he was disqualified. He was getting some of the best sex of his life, Colt’s cock pegging his prostate with every powerful thrust. His one regret was that his own cock wasn’t available for play. With his balls drawing up hard he felt the need to explode. He panted, he begged, he cried his pleasure as Colt’s cock hardened in his ass and exploded.
Colt’s spent cock slid from his ass and Avery’s trembling legs gave out. He collapsed at his Master’s feet. Looking up he watched as Colt tucked himself away and closed the front of his leather pants. Then his magnificent lover was bending down and sweeping him up into powerful arms as the audience cheered and whistled. A moment later one of the judges hurried up onto the stage with a crystal bowl, a huge purple rosette, and a shiny gold envelope. The cheers grew louder as they were presented with first prize. When Avery looked at it he saw that the gold lettering actually said Grand Champion Pet.
Lover and Master carried him off the stage even as the other winners were announced and prizes were presented. They returned to Colt’s office. The door was locked behind them. Then Colt carried him into the bedroom where he began undressing him.