“Lady, gonna.” His words turned to a groan when her mouth released him, and the hand that had been fondling his sac gripped the base of his cock in a tight fist.
“Not yet, babe. You’ve got to earn it,” Lady murmured as she lapped pre-cum from the head of his cock.
Gentry tried to puzzle out what he had to do and what he was earning. Problem was his brain was so fogged with lust he could not think.
The finger circling his hole slowed but continued moving. Cold lube traced down from just beneath his sac to his pucker. With one hand on his cock and one finger tracing around his back hole, he couldn’t be bothered to question as to how the lube got there. A moment later, the finger stopped circling and pushed through his back hole before he recognized the action.
Every muscle in his body went rigid at the intrusion. The immediate need to shoot backed way, way down.
“Shh, babe. It’s just my finger,” he heard Lady murmur just before his cock was once again wrapped in her mouth.
It took a nearly minute, but Gentry did relax.
Lady began to slide her finger in and out as she bobbed up and down on his hard-as-granite erection. His breath caught when her finger returned with a friend. His muscles protested and clamped down again, but the twinge of pain only added to the building pleasure of the new experience.
He held off for as long as he could, trying to think unsexy thoughts, cold thoughts, any thoughts except how close he was to exploding. Finally he couldn’t stand it any longer. “Red, red, red,” he cried as tears sprung to his eyes.
Instantly Lady’s fingers froze in his ass as she pulled off his cock. “Babe? What’s wrong? Are you hurting?”
Gentry shook his head and blinked rapidly, trying to stop the tears that began to roll from his eyes. “Too close,” he panted. “Need a second or gonna shoot.”
“Oh, sweetie, I’m sorry. I should have known. It’s okay to come now. Or do you want me to stop?” Gentry didn’t see Lady’s smile but heard it in her tone.
“Don’t. Stop.” Gentry opened his eyes just in time to see Lady lower her head back to his cock and pick up where she’d left off.
It took a moment for her words of permission to penetrate the thick lust haze in his brain. He could come.
As his brain made sense of the words, Lady pressed on a spot deep inside his ass, and his thoughts shattered as his body went from so close he could taste it to shooting for the moon. “Shit!” He cried as the pressure in his balls exploded out the top of his cock.
Lady swallowed on him repeatedly, drinking down his release while massaging even more of his seed from him. When he shifted with sensitivity, she eased her fingers from his back hole and slowly released his cock, kissing the crown before letting go completely.
At the same time, Antony released his restraints, so he was able to return Lady’s embrace once she lay across his chest. Gentry panted, so relaxed he wasn’t sure he’d be able to move even if someone set the bed on fire.
He could barely open his eyes when Lady cupped his cheek with her hand. “So, sweet babe, did you enjoy your first finger fucking?”
“Mmm,” was all he could manage as he nuzzled his cheek against her palm.
“Do you think you’ll be able to get it up and come one more time?” She leaned closer and kissed his jaw, his cheeks, and his nose before centering on his lips.
“I think if I do, it will kill me,” he admitted softly. “I’m sorry.”
“Shh, nothing to be sorry about. You’ve shown incredible stamina.” Lady rearranged herself so that she lay beside him on the bed.
He rolled onto his side as she wiggled a finger at Antony. “Fuck me, pet. Make me howl like babe just did.”
As Antony joined them, Lady snuggled closer to Gentry. “Hold me while pet has a little fun,” she murmured.
Gentry cradled her against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and began to play with her tits as Antony began to play. It wasn’t long before the focused attention of the two men had her screaming with orgasm, as well. Antony’s cries followed a heartbeat later.
Then the trio collapsed together like a pile of puppies and slept.
Chapter 8
That night at the club, Jenna again allowed her boys to roam, with Gentry once again leashed to Antony. She couldn’t wait to see her collar around his neck, but it had to be his choice. He had to ask her to take him under command, not just accept and agree to her decisions. Otherwise, his heart wouldn’t be engaged, and he wouldn’t be fully committed to their family.
“How’s he dealing?” Taurus asked as he set a glass of ginger ale on the bar in front of her.
Jenna nodded but kept her thoughts to herself. She didn’t want to share that it was going to hurt, and hurt bad, if Gentry decided he didn’t want to join their family. Like Taurus had with his mouse, she had known Friday evening that Antony was right and Gentry would be the only man who could comfort her during Antony’s deployment. She hated to admit it, but Antony was correct in his assumption that she needed someone to take care of her. She might be Domme, but she was also a woman.
“How far did you push him?”
“Far enough to know that if he chooses, we could have quite the little family.” Jenna stood. “I’m going to my office for a while. Keep an eye on them, okay?”
* * * *
“Can we sit for a few minutes?” Gentry asked after watching an intense bondage and teasing demonstration where the woman begged for release for nearly ten minutes before the Dom gave the word.
“Sure. Come on.” Antony led him across the room to an alcove where several female subs sat together. “Mind if we join you ladies?”
“Only if you introduce us to your friend, Antony,” a voluptuous redhead wearing a bright orange teddy said. The thin collar around her neck said she was spoken for, but Gentry didn’t see a Dom nearby watching over her.
“I’m surprised to see you here, Whitney. I figured Taurus would have you chained to the bar so he could keep you safe from the immoral influences of others,” Antony said as he settled at the other end of the couch from the redhead. He pointed Gentry into the chair beside him.
“He would if he could figure out how to keep the other Doms from touching me. But it’s early and I’m sure he’s working on something,” she said with a smile. “It doesn’t matter. Everyone knows who I belong to and that Taurus is insanely possessive. So when did Jenna allow you to pick up a slave? Is it even possible for a slave to have a slave?”
“I guess it’s possible. Merlin seems to be doing all right by Sloan.” Antony shrugged. “This is Gentry. He’s not my slave. I’m just keeping him safe and answering questions for Mistress. We’re test driving a two slaves/one mistress triad this weekend. Gentry, this is Whitney Elliott. She belongs to Master Taurus.”
Gentry nodded a greeting though he watched as Taurus emerged from behind the bar and stalked in their direction. “Uh, Antony? He doesn’t look happy.”
Before Antony could answer, Taurus arrived. He handed a bottle of water to Whitney. “Drink this, mouse. You’re going to need the fluids for later.” Then he turned to Antony, bent forward, and got nose to nose with the sub. “Do. Not. Corrupt. My. Sub.”
Antony swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”
Then he turned to Gentry with emerald fire shooting from his eyes. “That goes for you, too.”
Gentry nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Glad we understand each other.” Turning to Whitney, he leaned down and kissed her long and hard while his fingers plucked at her nipples. “Be a good girl and don’t listen to anything that one says.” He cocked his head in Antony’s direction. “I have a break coming up in a half hour or so.”
“Yes, Master,” Whitney murmured, her speech fuzzy with lust.
Once Taurus stalked away again, Gentry turned to Antony. “What would he do to us if we corrupted her?”
Antony shivered. “I don’t even want to think about it.”
“You’re scared of Master?” Whit
ney teased. “He’s a pussycat compared to some of the Doms here,” she observed.
“Not if you live across the hall from him and he’s related to your Mistress, he’s not. I pushed him too far one night about a year ago. Mistress allowed him to tie me to the St. Andrew’s cross at the end of the bar. He then had the uncollared subs come one at a time and play with me until I came using either their mouths or their hands. By the time he released me, I couldn’t walk. He had to carry me upstairs. Mistress was not at all happy that I couldn’t get hard for three days. Since then, all he has to do is look hard in my direction, and my cock goes soft.”
“Oh,” Whitney said before turning her attention to Gentry. “So what do you do when you’re not following Antony around?”
“I’m a carpenter.”
After talk of careers and the club, the conversation turned to the submissive lifestyle. The women willingly answered Gentry’s questions about being submissive. When a large, dark-haired Dom joined them, everyone fell silent and dropped their eyes to the floor. The Dom ignored the others and stopped in front of Gentry and Antony.
“You, Gentry?”
Gentry nodded.
“Words, sub.”
Gentry glanced at Antony who silently mouthed “Sir” and nodded that he should answer.
“Yes, Sir, I’m Gentry.”
“I understand you made some of the furniture here in the club?”
“Yes, Sir, some of it.”
“Would you be interested in some commission work? I’m putting together a dungeon and have very specific needs.”
Gentry’s eyes widened. “I could try, Sir. I’d need an idea of what you’re looking for, but I’d be happy to try.”
The Dom nodded. “Good enough. I’ll be in touch with Mistress Jenna.” With that, he spun on his heel and walked away.
Gentry turned to Antony. “What kind of specific needs?”
“In this lifestyle, you never can tell,” Antony said, turning thoughtful. “You know, this could open up a whole new career for you.”
“Huh? Why do you think that?”
“There aren’t that many craftsmen out there who build custom BDSM furniture. With a few satisfied customers, you could have more work than you could handle. But that’s something to think about later.” Antony pushed from his seat and knelt as Jenna joined them.
Gentry followed, assuming the slave position that felt easier to get into and hold every time he did it.
“Did Master James find you, babe?”
“Yes, Lady.”
“And what did you tell him?”
“I told him I could try.”
“Good boy.” Mistress adjusted his position so he sat a little straighter before running her fingers through the curls she’d made him leave wild and untamed after their shower earlier. “How would you two feel about a vanilla night out?”
“As you wish, Mistress.”
“Whatever you want, Lady.”
“Good. I’m feeling like a movie and pizza.”
Antony stood easily, and Gentry shadowed his every move, not wanting to be a disappointment to Lady. Antony handed his leash over to Lady and then stepped back. Lady slipped her hand through the loop before reaching out and taking Gentry’s hand. He looked at her, knowing he probably looked stupid as he just stood there, but he didn’t know what else he was supposed to do.
When he didn’t move, she looked over her shoulder. Taking a step closer, she looked up at him. “It’s all right, Gentry. As soon as we go upstairs, we’re going vanilla. Do you know what that means?”
Gentry shook his head.
“Vanilla means we’re going to go out to see a movie and have pizza and beer afterwards. No babe or pet, no Mistress or Lady. We’ll relax and talk and enjoy each other’s company,” Jenna explained.
“Can I ask questions?”
“Absolutely. No matter how bizarre or strange or uncomfortable, I encourage questions. But we need to hurry and get some clothes on you two, or we’ll miss the dancing popcorn box.”
“Yes, Lady.” Gentry grinned and followed easily as she headed toward the back entrance where Antony waited for them.
* * * *
“I guess I should be going?” Gentry asked Sunday morning as he carefully wiped the kitchen table while Antony finished loading breakfast dishes into the dishwasher. His statement emerged in question form as he glanced toward Jenna.
She sat at the table drinking coffee while reading the Raleigh newspaper and watching their naked asses with the smile of a satisfied woman. She wore another silk robe, this one honey gold with navy and maroon swirling embroidery.
“Is that a question or an announcement, babe?” she asked as she laid the paper aside.
He noticed the name change and saw that their vanilla evening was over, and it was back to Dom/sub names. He still had a hard time differentiating the shifts, but Antony assured him it would come quickly, along with a lot of other things he didn’t understand. But only if he decided this life was what he wanted and was willing to commit to it.
That was the real question, wasn’t it?
Gentry thought about it a moment before shrugging. “I’m not sure. I’ve been here since Friday, and it’s been great, but I need to go home, do laundry, and get ready for work tomorrow.”
* * * *
Jenna laid the paper aside and studied the man before her. Like her beautiful Antony, he was well built, great in bed, and in less than forty-eight hours had transformed into a nearly perfect submissive candidate. Though timid about some of the things they’d done, he’d used his safe word only once, and that had been more her fault than his for pushing him too hard for too long.
She’d thought since Friday night about Antony’s suggestion that Gentry join their family so she wouldn’t be alone when he deployed. Ultimately, the decision had to be Gentry’s, but she was willing to do whatever she could to influence him.
“Let’s go into the other room and talk.” She stood and held out her hand. “Pet, finish in here.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Antony responded with a grin that told her he was onboard with whatever she and Gentry decided.
Chapter 9
Instead of leading him to the living room, she turned toward the bedroom. Gentry followed easily, though he wasn’t sure he’d be able to get it up again. He’d come so often since meeting Antony at the restaurant Friday evening he wasn’t sure he’d be getting hard for a few days, at least.
Just inside the doorway, Jenna dropped his hand and walked into the closet. Still not sure of what she was doing, he stopped and waited. A moment later, she returned with a pile of neatly folded clothes. Since Antony had been loaning him appropriate clothes all weekend, it took him a second for him to recognize the pile as the clothes he’d worn on Friday.
The worn white jeans and the T-shirt that had faded from navy to a nondescript purple-blue-gray color were his work clothes, but in Jenna’s hands, with the expensive silk robe backdrop, they looked like rags. A feeling of sadness, of not being good enough for this place, this woman, or this situation, washed through him.
Jenna laid the clothes on the bed before turning to look at him. “Get dressed and then come to the living room.”
He nodded as she passed him on her way out of the room. Once she was gone, he didn’t move. He couldn’t. He didn’t want to get dressed and return to his life. He wanted to stay here with her and Antony. He wanted to learn what he needed to in order to make Lady purr her “good boy” praises to him on a regular basis.
He’d been off balance all weekend but knew in his gut that this was where he needed to be.
His misery growing with each second, Gentry pulled on the T-shirt and jeans. The clothes felt funny, restrictive after growing accustomed to walking around naked or in Antony’s boxers. With a sigh, he left the bedroom and joined Jenna in the living room. She stood at the far end of the sofa, at ease and as in command as she had all weekend. And as if she had switched into Domme mode, her expression was b
lank as she looked him over.
“Sit down, Gentry. We need to talk about a few things before you leave.” She motioned to the other end of the couch.
Gentry sat at the opposite end of the sofa, feeling uncomfortable and strangely depressed. He sat with his feet together on the floor and his hands folded in his lap. He bit his lip and focused on keeping his breathing deep and even.
“This has been an intense weekend for you, hasn’t it?” Jenna asked as she closed the distance and sat down next to him.
“Yes, Lady.”
“Right now you need to call me Jenna. We’re not in a scene nor am I feeling very dominant.” Jenna laid her hand over where his fingers were knotted together in his lap. “We are just Jenna and Gentry, talking about the possibility of a future.”
Gentry nodded and swallowed, trying to push down the lump that filled his throat.
“How does it feel to wear your clothes again?”
“Strange. I wasn’t too sure Friday night, but it didn’t take long to get used to being naked,” Gentry murmured as he stared at his knees, his cheeks burning.
“How do you feel about me, Gentry?”
Lifting his head, Gentry looked at the woman beside him. Though her face was expressionless, her eyes were anything but. He saw heat and hunger and something else. Fear maybe? But what would she be afraid of?
Then it hit him. She didn’t want him to go.
That knowledge gave him courage. “I’m falling in love with you. But we’ve only been together a day and a half, and as you said, they have been intense hours. Will this feeling change if I go home? I hope not, but I have a job to go to in the morning, as unfulfilling as it may be.”
“You don’t like your job?”
“It’s a job.” he shrugged, dropping his gaze. “It pays the bills and keeps a roof over my head.”
Truth was, he hated the construction business. He preferred making furniture though even Antony didn’t know about that side of his life. The furniture he made in his spare time filled a rental storage unit because he had a hard time selling it. When he heard of a need, he often donated a table and chairs or whatever might be useful to various charities. Though he preferred to sell his work, he had trouble finding an outlet for his modern twists on traditionally designed furniture.
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