Brooklyn Bound (12 page)

His secretary smiled when Brook entered the outer office. “Have a seat. He’ll be with you shortly.”

“Thanks.” The nerves returned, flitting like proverbial butterflies in the pit of her belly.

She didn’t have long to wait. His door opened and he stuck his head out. “Brooklyn? Come in please.”

Her step was hesitant, she did as requested. She didn’t realize her expression was so fearful, but when he sat and finally glanced at her he chuckled. “Relax. There’s nothing wrong. I just wanted to speak with you for a moment. Please have a seat.”

Only slightly relieved, she sat on the edge of the chair across from him.

“My son tells me you were on your way to becoming a lawyer when tough times hit. He said you had ‘amazing’ LSAT scores, so of course I had to look them up to see if he knew what he was talking about. He was right. The dean of the USC law school spoke very highly of you.”

Brook blinked. “You talked to the dean?”

He nodded. “At Tucker’s request. He wondered what we could do to help you finish school. I’ll give you a recommendation, of course, but you’ll still have to retake the LSATs, and your score will have to be damn good. You’ll need to write a paper about why you left and want to go back now. Having said all that, the dean admitted he saw no reason not to let you back in if those things were completed in a timely fashion.”

Her head spun. “I don’t know, sir. My husband owns a business now and we bought a house. It wouldn’t be easy for me to pick up and move.”

“Why would you have to move? The school is nearby.”

“And so are about a million law firms. Everyone who graduates from USC thinks they need to stay here. My odds of finding a job in the area would probably be slim.”

He extended his hands. “What’s wrong with Dryer and Stokes? If we put you through school, I’d think the least you could do was to come back and work for us. That’d be the plan, anyway.”

“Put me through? Are you serious?” Tears welled in her eyes and she dabbed her face furiously to stop them from overflowing.

“You didn’t know anything about this, did you? I’d assumed my son would have discussed it with you. It was all his idea, you know. Honestly, I’m not sure of his motives. If you were a man I’d have an idea, but the last time I checked he didn’t go for women.”

She jumped to her feet. “Don’t sell him short, sir. He’s a very well-rounded individual. Thank you so much for the offer. I’ll need to speak with my husband, but I’ll tell you right now I’m very interested.”

“Good.” He stood and extended a hand.

She shook it, and as she pulled back a thought occurred to her. “Sir, could you please tell me where Mason Millbrook is buried? I know today would have been his birthday. I thought I might leave him some flowers.”

Will’s face softened. “That’s very kind of you, Brook. He’s in Palisades Cemetery. Take the first two left turns, and Mason’s plot will be the fourth on your right.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Mr. Dryer will do, young lady. And thank you, for befriending Tucker. He’s been happier these past few weeks than he has in a very long time. I suspect you have something to do with that.”

She held her thumb and forefinger an inch apart. “A tiny bit, Mr. Dryer. But I know who’s really behind it. I’ll pass along your regards.” With a sincere smile, she hurried from his office straight into the elevator. Stopping on her floor only long enough to punch the time clock, Brook grabbed her purse and rushed out.

The closest grocery store had a floral department so she stopped there and made a couple of quick purchases before heading to Palisades. The directions were easy to follow, and as expected she spotted Tucker’s SUV parked close to Mason’s burial plot. She pulled in behind the Lincoln and gathered her purchases before heading out.

Tucker had removed his suit coat and sat on the ground next to the headstone, legs crossed, tie only slightly loosened. He glanced up when she approached. His eyes were red and damp. He looked away quickly and wiped his face. “What are you doing here?”

Brook placed the flowers in front of Mason’s headstone. “I wanted to bring him some flowers, from Gabe and me.”

He gazed at her with surprise.

She tossed a large bag of peanut M&M’s into his lap. “I got the biggest bag I could find. That’s the ‘party size’. You said Mason loved a good party.”

He stared at the bag and started to laugh. “A party? Sure, why not? Mason would have appreciated the gesture. He missed his last birthday party.” Tucker ripped the bag open and scooped out a handful, then extended the bag to her. “I’m only offering to share because it’s such a large bag. I’m usually not so generous.”

She kicked off her heels and knelt in the soft, green grass. Reaching for the bag, she poured out a few then set it down. “Yeah, Gabe told me you’re a big old pig when it comes to candy.”

“One of my vices.”

“
One
of them, I’ll buy that. I won’t buy the ‘you’re not usually generous’ business, though. It seems to me you’ve been nothing but generous to us since we’ve met you.”

He appeared sheepish. “Gabe told you about the truck?”

Brook choked on her candy. “What truck?”

“Fuck!” He looked at the ground.

She reached for the bag and started picking green candies out.

“No choosing all the greens,” he snapped.

Popping one in her mouth, she smiled. “You don’t believe the old myth about the green ones making people horny, do you?”

He shrugged. “I wouldn’t know. I’m never
not
horny, so it’s pretty hard to tell.”

“Tucker.” She said his name seriously. “Did you buy Gabe a truck?”

He didn’t answer.

“And you asked your father to put me through law school, then give me a job when I graduate?”

That got his attention. “He talked to you already? I didn’t think he was going to. He was pretty enthused about your grades and scores. I think he really likes the idea.”

“
I
like the idea. I’m just not sure why you suggested it.”

He gazed at her with his head cocked. “You kidding? I’d do anything for you and Gabe.”

She popped another green candy into her mouth. “You’d do anything for Gabe, you mean. Me? I could fuck off and die, and it wouldn’t hurt your feelings any.”

“Not true. You’re important to Gabe. Gabe’s important to me. Therefore, you are also important to me.”

She looked down and tried to form coherent thoughts into sentences. “I get that. I’m just trying to make sure there really is a place for me with you and my husband. I’m terrified that I’m going to invest the best years of my life and one day hear him say he wants out. That he really only ever wanted you.”

“Do you think Gabe is capable of that? If I wasn’t around, would you be worried about his faithfulness?”

“Of course not. But you
are
around. And suddenly, his loyalties are split. Oh, he says our marriage comes first, but he’s been subdued all week and I’ve come to realize things can never go back to the way they were before you.”

“Why would you want them to? Gabe is happy as hell with you and me both. Neither one of us will
ever
have to worry about him straying. He’s got the best of both worlds.”

“I’m still scared, Tucker. I don’t understand the BDSM stuff. It intrigues me, sure, but it scares the beejeebers out of me. When the two of you make love to me, I nearly go out of my mind. If other people are in the same frenzied state, couldn’t someone get hurt? I mean, a little pain is sexy. But too much would terrify me.”

“The lifestyle isn’t about pain, Brook. It’s about trusting someone so much you know they would never really hurt you. I feel that way with Gabe already. I think I could feel that way with you, as I hope you could with me.”

“I think I could. If only I could be sure—”

“There are no sure things in life, sweetie.” He looked at the headstone, then back at her. “When you find a good thing you need to grab it and hang on with all your might.”

She reached a hand out to him. “I’m grabbing.”

Tucker studied her for a moment, then clasped her hand. “I’m hanging on.”

They drew together in a chaste kiss, then a tight hug. “I’m going to need your help,” she admitted. “I really don’t know what to do.”

Tucker pressed his forehead to hers and smiled. “Let me tell you.”

* * * *

Brook knelt, naked and blindfolded, at the foot of her bed. Her hands were bound behind her back. Tucker put himself in the same position next to her.

“I hope he comes straight home from work,” she whispered.

“We’ll wait however long it takes,” he replied.

Anticipation caused her to squirm.

“Hold still,” he commanded. “The perfect submissive can kneel for hours without twitching a muscle. If you can learn to do that, you’ll be richly rewarded, I guarantee it.”

“Rewarded how?”

“A slave’s usual reward is an orgasm.”

“What? I can come right and left with you guys. That’s no big deal.”

“It is when you’re a submissive. Slaves don’t climax unless they’re allowed. I’ve gone whole weekends participating in hour after hour of sex, and not being allowed to come. It’s tough, but when you’re finally given permission—holy smokes! Watch out.”

“Humph,” she snorted. “I’m not sure I want to be a slave. I think I’d rather be the Mistress and come whenever I want.”

“The best Masters and Mistresses have experienced both sides of the role-play. You may end up as my Mistress, and I’d welcome that. But first, you need to experience this.”

“If you say so.” She heard the garage door open and giggled. “He’s here!”

“Shush! Don’t speak again unless given permission.”

Brook had never felt more nervous energy. Her pussy was already damp with excitement.

“Brooks, I’m home! Is that Tucker’s car out there? Where are you guys?” Gabe’s voice grew louder and footsteps sounded as he entered the bedroom. “What in the flying fuck is going on?”

Neither of them uttered a sound.

He whooped with glee. “The two people I love, naked and bound next to my bed? Damn it, have I died and gone to heaven?”

She stifled another nervous giggle.

“Somebody care to explain this to me?”

Tucker finally asked, “Permission to speak, Master?”

“Go ahead.”

“Brooklyn and I had a talk today. She’s anxious to experience the lifestyle, and see if it’s something she can live with.”

She felt a hand on her head.

“Brooklyn, is that true? Are you here under your own free will?”

“Yes, Master.”

“I’d like to know what changed.”

“Tucker changed my mind, Master. He asked his father to put me through law school and give me a job when I get out. I realized what a generous person he really is.”

“Law school? Were you going to discuss this with me, slave? Don’t you think I might have something to say about it?”

“Of course, Master. Just like you were going to mention to me about the new truck.”

She heard him gulp, and fought the urge to smile.

“I haven’t agreed to keep the truck. You said it was a bribe. I guess it’s not considered a bribe when the money is used to put you through law school?”

“No, it’s still a bribe, sir. And I want it as much as you want that new truck. I just figured someone needed to keep Tucker in line, and it might as well be us, Master.”

Gabe chuckled. “Fair enough. But, Brooklyn, you need to know that I don’t want Tucker because of the truck, or the things he can buy me. I love him, much the same as I love you. Can you live with that?”

“I’ll be happier living with it than without it, Master. And I really want to tell you, I’m not convinced I’m the perfect slave material. I still think I’d rather be the Mistress who gets to come at will. But Tucker insisted I start with this so I can see what it’s like on this side.”

“Tucker’s a very smart man. And this first time, both of you are free to come whenever you please. You’ve done this for me, it’s the least I can do for you.”

“Thank you, Master,” Brook and Tucker said in unison.

“I’m going to shower, and then we’ll get started. I think I’d like you both to suck my cock for a few minutes, until I’m so close I can’t stand it. Then we’re going to experiment with double penetration. If it’s all right with you, Tucker, I’ll let you take her pussy so I can have first dibs in her virgin ass.”

“It’s more than all right, Master. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“What about you, Brooklyn? Do you like the idea of two hard cocks stabbing you, filling both your holes?”

She could barely contain her excitement. “Oh yes, Master.”

Gabe bent down and cupped her crotch, inserting a finger into her pussy. “Damn, she’s dripping wet already! Taste this, Tucker.” He removed his hand and Brook couldn’t see it, but she heard him stick the finger in Tucker’s mouth.

“Mmm,” he slurped noisily.

“I’ll be right back. Face each other and kiss while I shower, will you? Make it good. I want to see flushed red lips when I get back.” He left the room.

Brook heard the shower water running. She squirmed around to face Tucker, hands tied, still on her knees. “You heard the man.”

“Kiss me, wench.” His breath was hot on her skin. “I taste musky, like your honey.” He pressed his mouth against hers.

Brook opened her mouth and his tongue darted in. She’d kissed him gently before, had licked and sucked him and even fucked him, but they’d never French kissed. The sensation caused shockwaves right to her core. Moaning, she opened her mouth wider to deepen the kiss.

“Such a slut,” Tucker murmured, his mouth against hers. “I fucking love that about you. Kiss me like you mean it, so our Master can see we followed his orders.”

Another wanton moan escaped from her mouth and she pressed against him hungrily. The rough scrape of his five o’clock shadow bruised her lips but she welcomed it. She wanted to be flushed and pink and ripe for her Master when he returned.

She never heard the water turn off but suddenly Gabe was there, next to them, smelling of fresh soap, skin damp with moisture. He rubbed both their heads and pressed them together tighter. “That’s it, kiss deep. Devour each other like you’re going to devour my cock in just a moment.”