He’d found his place in the world and never wanted to return to the reality of his life. He just had to figure out how to get Lady to take him on as her second slave/mate.
“So what happens now?” Gentry asked once they entered the apartment.
Antony looked over his shoulder at him. He knew he looked like hell. Part of it came from being awake nearly twenty-four hours. But there was more to it than physical exhaustion. His emotions had been exhausted, as well.
Before Antony could answer, Jenna stepped out of the bedroom. She’d changed into a black silk robe decorated with white orchids. “Now, sweet babe, we are going to take a quick shower and then sleep.”
She crossed the room and removed the leash from Gentry’s wrist. Then she removed Antony’s collar. “I’m very proud of you for wearing this leash all evening. And pet, you behaved yourself admirably, though I understand Taurus had to threaten your ass.”
“He said if I corrupted his mouse he would ask your permission to do what Dane did to Merlin on his birthday.” Antony fell to his knees and then bent to lay his forehead on the floor. “Please, Mistress, please don’t let him put my ass out there for the club to beat on.”
“Shh, Antony. No one beats your beautiful ass but me. Now let’s go to bed. Tomorrow will be soon enough to discuss the future.”
Chapter 6
Gentry drifted awake, feeling relaxed and loose and completely disconnected. Without opening his eyes, he deduced the bed he lay in was not his own. His bed was a cheap bargain from a discount outlet. The mattress was hard, and he slept a groove into the middle of it like a hot dog in a bun. It also gave him a backache if he slept more than six hours. Taking inventory of his body, he knew he’d slept a hell of a lot longer than that. The bed he now lay upon felt like heaven.
Opening his eyes, he stared across what had to be the biggest, emptiest bed in New Bern. He blinked, then rolled onto his back and sat up. Looking around, the events that brought him to this beautiful room flooded back. Antony. Lady. Club Esoteria.
Rolling out of the bed, he padded into the bathroom and used the facilities. After splashing water on his face, he wet his hair before raking his finger through the curls, trying to bring order to their chaos. Using his finger and some toothpaste to brush his teeth, he decided he had done everything possible to make himself presentable.
It was time to face the music.
Wishing he knew where Antony had hidden his clothes, Gentry stepped out of the bedroom. That’s when he smelled fresh coffee and something sweet and sugary. Dropping his hands to cover his crotch, he followed his nose down the hall to the kitchen.
He paused in the doorway. He wasn't sure if he should move forward or go back to bed and hide under the covers until he figured out what the hell he was still doing here.
“Good morning, Gentry. Mugs are on the shelf over the coffeemaker.” Antony passed by with what looked like a pan of his favorite cinnamon rolls from Baker’s Square. He was wearing a pair of black boxers with bright red hearts all over them.
“Morning. Baker’s Square sticky buns?”
“Yep. We only do this on special occasions, and Mistress decided today was a very special occasion.”
“Really?” Gentry asked as he crossed to the coffeemaker. He grabbed the first cup on the shelf and poured it full of the black, fragrant brew of the gods. Real, fresh brewed coffee and not instant crap from a jar.
“Yes, really.” Jenna entered the room and took the cup from his hand as he lifted it to his lips. “Thank you, sweet Gentry.”
Looking at the mug, Gentry chuckled instead of grabbing the mug back. “Cute mug.”
“Thanks. Antony had several made for me.” Jenna sipped the coffee, then patted his bare ass. “A friend saw the one in my office and wanted one for herself. We now carry the line of mugs in the club’s gift shop. Antony, please get Gentry a pair of boxers to wear. He’s looking rather uncomfortable this morning.”
The black mug had white lettering spelling out “I AM DOMME.”
Gentry pulled out a white mug and checked the outside before filling it. This one had the Club Esoteria logo on the side. Taking a big sip, he sighed. “Mmm, good.”
Antony returned and handed him a pair of bright blue boxers with yellow happy faces all over them. “These should fit you okay.”
“Thanks,” Gentry said, immediately pulling them on. Though his erection still tented the front of the shorts, he felt a little less exposed
“Come sit down, Gentry. The food is getting cold.”
Gentry joined Antony and Jenna at the table, sitting on an empty chair with a towel draped across the seat. In addition to the rolls, there was a bowl of fruit, another of scrambled eggs, and a plate of crispy bacon.
Not sure of the protocol for a morning-after of this kind, Gentry set his coffee next to his plate and folded his hands together in his lap.
“Don’t be shy, Gentry. Dig in. You’ve got to be starving.” Antony passed him the plate of bacon after placing several strips on his own plate.
Gentry accepted the plate, his eyes going to Jenna as he did so.
Jenna saw his expression and smiled. “Relax, Gentry. When we’re not playing, I may ask for a little more than common respect, but not mindless obedience. While some Dom/sub relationships go to those lengths, we don’t.”
Gentry nodded and turned his attention to the food. Antony was right, he was starving.
After they’d consumed every scrap of food on the table, Antony began to clear the table. When Gentry rose to help, Jenna stopped him. “Let Antony deal with that. But you could bring over the coffee.”
“What kind of coffee is this? It’s delicious.” Gentry retrieved the coffee pot and topped off everyone’s mugs.
“It is called Esoteria. The New Bern Roasting Company makes a special blend for the club. The owner describes it as a cinnamon, spicy chocolate treat sure to bring a smile to anyone’s lips,” Jenna answered with a smile.
By the time Gentry returned the pot to the coffeemaker, Antony finished loading the dishwasher. He didn’t seem too worried about the pots in the sink as he picked up his coffee. “Shall we move this to the living room or the bedroom?” he asked the room at large, though his eyes were on Jenna.
“The bedroom, I think. My appetite for food has been appeased. Now I’m hungry for a taste of all this beautiful maleness I have at my disposal.” Jenna took Gentry’s free hand and looked up at him. “Babe, do you have any obligations you need to fulfill this weekend?”
“I was just going to clean my apartment and watch TV,” he admitted softly, “and maybe do some job searching online.”
“Would you like to spend the weekend here? We can play and talk and finish relieving you of any stress you might have.”
Though his cock was at full attention and begging him to say yes, his head fought the idea. “Could we talk some? I know it’s strange for a man to turn down sex, but…”
“You need some downtime. That’s fine, Gentry. We’re here to make you happy, not just use you for our pleasure. And talking is a good thing in any relationship, though it’s more vital to a Domme/sub couple, or in this case, triad,” Jenna said. “Though the bed would be much more comfortable, even if we didn’t do anything else.”
Gentry thought about it for a half second before turning toward the bedroom. “Yes, that bed is real comfortable.”
“And once we’re done talking, it’s also very convenient to all of Mistress’s toys,” Antony pointed out as he joined them.
“Leave your shorts on, pet. We’re here to talk, not to tease.”
Once they were curled up together on the bed, Jenna opened up the tricky subject. “The only way to do this is to jump right in. Don’t be afraid of hurting our feelings, Gentry. You need to do what is right for you, not what you think we might want. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know what it is you do want?” Antony asked softly.
Gentry stared at his hands as h
e clenched them tightly into fists, then spread the fingers apart as far as they would go. “I used to think I did. I wanted a job that brought in enough money so I could save for my future. I wanted to meet a woman and fall in love. I wanted to take care of her for the rest of our lives. If we had kids, that would be great, but it wouldn’t be a deal breaker or anything. I just wanted to be happy.”
“And now?” Jenna laid a hand on his forearm.
“Now I’m not sure what the hell I want. Last night was eye opening to say the least. I never knew there were so many different kinks.” He knew he sounded like an innocent schoolboy, but he’d seen things last night he wanted to try and others he knew he never wanted to experience.
Closing his eyes, he inwardly shuddered as the scene of a gay Dom dripping purple candle wax on his partner’s cock and balls replayed in his mind. Despite the sub screaming and jerking at his bonds, the Dom did not stop. Not until he’d completely encased the bound man’s entire groin area in wax. Then he made the other man give him a blow job before he released him.
“Master William was particularly fierce with Tommy last night,” he heard Antony murmur.
“How could he do that? And to another man?” Gentry opened his eyes and looked at the woman beside him. “It was as if he didn’t care that he was hurting him.”
“No, sweetie, it wasn’t that at all. William loves Tommy more than life itself. They’ve been together for a dozen years now. Every once in a while, Tommy needs to feel the release that comes with that kind of pain. He loves it, actually. If he didn’t, he would have called his safe word, and William would have stopped immediately,” Jenna explained carefully.
“Some subs are pain sluts. They get off on severe pain. My cousin, Sloan, is part of a triad like this, only with two men, one Dom, one sub. The sub, Merlin, is so in control in his job that he has a hard time letting go enough to express sadness. He needs to feel severe pain so he can break through that control and cry. Dane doesn’t like it but will do anything to make his man happy, so occasionally when Merlin really needs it, he will let loose on him. Or as he did a few weeks ago, he put Merlin in one of the stations at the bar. Anyone who wanted was allowed to give him five birthday smacks. Merlin couldn’t sit down for days, but he had a good, long cry.”
“So it wasn’t just one man torturing another last night?”
“Oh, there was torture involved,” Antony snarked.
“Hush, pet, you’re scaring him. Yes, with some couples or triads, there is torture involved, but it is always one the participants have discussed thoroughly and agreed upon. A dominant’s job is to take the submissive under their command to the edge of their comfort zone and then push them just a little bit further to expand those boundaries. With William and Tommy, if things had gotten too far beyond his comfort zone, Tommy could have called his safe word. But knowing Tommy, he would have been happy if William had encased his entire body in wax.”
Gentry shook his head before meeting Jenna’s green gaze. “I’m not sure I understand that kind of sex.”
Jenna’s smile comforted him. “It’s not for us to approve or even comprehend. We just have to tolerate it. That’s why Taurus and I started Club Esoteria in the first place. We’d heard about too many submissives who’d been hurt because the dominants they were dealing with had taken things too far. There was no one to watch over them, no one to teach the Doms the proper ways to have safe, sane, consensual, kinky sex. That’s another thing Esoteria does. We offer training classes. I’m sure that during every scene you watched, at least one DM stayed close by keeping an eye on things.”
Antony nodded. “There were two.”
“DM?” Gentry asked.
“A dungeon monitor or DM is there to make sure things don’t get out of hand. Most are volunteers, though we have a few paid security on staff, as well. They mostly guard the parking lot and the front door. They don’t usually roam the club, but there have been times…”
Jenna trailed off. After blinking, she took a deep breath and looked at Gentry. “So you don’t think you’d like your cock covered in candle wax. Did you see anything you thought you would like to try?”
Gentry’s gaze dropped to the bed, and he felt his face heat up. “There was a man tied to the St. Andrew’s cross getting a blowjob.”
“Mistress Meg was blowing her boy toy while playing with his asshole.” Antony filled in the gaps when Gentry fell silent.
“Has anyone ever played with your asshole before, babe?” Jenna’s hand moved from his arm across to the middle of his chest.
Chapter 7
When Gentry shook his head without meeting her eyes, she began to stroke circles across his sculpted belly, moving lower and lower. She pushed under the waistband of his boxers and was greeted by his hard cock.
“Would you like to feel a cock in you? Would you like Antony to fuck your ass?”
Gentry frowned as his head moved from side to side in emphatic denial.
“How about if Antony gave you a blow job?”
Gentry paused before shaking his head. “I’m not into guys,” he whispered.
“That’s fine. Maybe someday you’ll want to experiment. So how about my finger? Would you like me to push a finger in and stroke it over your prostate while I suck your beautiful cock?”
His head remained still, but his cock jerked under her hand.
“Babe, you have to give me words. Communication is key.”
It took a few seconds before Gentry opened his mouth. “Yes, Lady. I think I’d like to try that.”
“What’s your safe word?”
Gentry blinked. “‘Red.’ My safe word is ‘red.’”
“And when do you call ‘red’?” Jenna asked as she wrapped her hand around his shaft and slowly stroked his length.
“If I hurt too much to continue or if I’m really, really scared.”
“And what happens when you call ‘red’?”
“Everything stops.”
“Very good, babe. Do you trust me?”
“Yes, Lady.”
“And do you trust Antony?”
“Yes, Lady.”
“Good boy.” She pulled his foreskin back. Brushing the pad of her thumb over the tip of his cock, she smeared his juices around the head. “Pet, get wrist and ankle cuffs and tie our babe down.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Jenna leaned forward and kissed Gentry. She forced her tongue past his lips and teeth in a mating of mouths that consumed them both. She continued touching and kissing, distracting him as Antony cuffed his ankles to hidden chains connected to the bed frame. This spread Gentry’s legs wide. Then he moved up and bound Gentry’s arms to the headboard.
When Jenna broke the kiss and moved away, her gaze caught on the boxers. “Damn. Okay, boys, here’s how it is. Even if I allow you to wear clothes in the rest of the house, this bed is now and forever more a clothing-free zone.” Reaching for the waist band of Gentry’s boxers, she pulled them down as far as she could without the elastic pinching his legs too much.
“Yes, Mistress,” Antony said as he stripped off his boxers.
“Yes, Lady.” Gentry panted.
As Jenna moved to kneel next to Gentry’s hip, Antony dropped a bottle of lube on the bed between Gentry’s outstretched thighs. “You might need this.”
“Thank you, pet.”
Jenna took a moment to lube up her fingers before focusing her attention on Gentry. “Such a pretty cock,” she murmured just before licking the long, thick, uncut shaft.
* * * *
Gentry shifted on the bed, testing his bounds. He could only move his hands and feet a few inches in any direction. That knowledge sent a shiver of excitement through him at the same time his stomach clenched with fear. Though he had trusted Antony for years, he’d never been in a situation like this where his life might depend on the actions of others. His thoughts whirled, and his muscles tensed as he fought an internal battle of whether to call “red” or wait and see where things led. He
could always call “red” later if he felt fear.
Then a hot, wet mouth engulfed his cock, and his thinking shorted out. Without the ability to debate with himself, all he could do was experience. Feel Lady’s hair brush against his skin. Feel each pulsation of blood through his cock as she took him to the root. Feel the cool air against his hot, wet flesh when she backed off again.
He barely heard Lady when she pulled completely off his cock, “Babe, you will not come until I say so. Do you understand?”
He couldn’t find the brain cells to answer, until she reached high on his inner thigh and pinched him. “Babe! Answer me.”
Swallowing, he opened his eyes. “Pardon?”
“You will not come until I say you can. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Lady.” He managed to groan as she stroked a hand up and down his cock. He had no idea how he would hold on. The pressure in his balls was already building, and he didn’t know how much more he could take.
When a cool, wet finger touched the skin behind his balls, the need to shoot relaxed as he remembered the rest of what Lady was about to do to him. When the finger dropped down to circle his back hole, Gentry tensed. The chains holding him to the bed rattled as he jerked on them, trying to move away from that finger. Was this really what he wanted?
Lady took his cock all the way in her mouth and swallowed. The massaging pulled his focus from the invasion of his asshole back to where it belonged, on Lady and all she was doing to him.
He grunted a protest when she pulled off his cock again though the finger continued to circle his puckered star. “Relax, babe. We’ll take this slow and easy. I’m not going to hurt you.”
Then her mouth opened over him, and the finger stopped circling and brushed directly against his opening. Gentry’s eyes closed, and his head fell back as he tried to relax at the same time he tried to maintain control and not come. But the pressure in his balls was so intense, especially when Lady’s free hand began to play with them.
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