Finding Their Balance (12 page)

“So difficult,” Henry murmured. “How hard he works to stay still for his master.” He swooped in and kissed Jay with a force powerful as gravity, as if he’d push him through the table with lips alone.

Her dampening panties clung to her. Caution. Slippery when wet.

Jay, singing a chorus of moans, lay otherwise immobile.

“Magnificent. I know my boy will remain in position because I ask it of him.” Henry stroked Jay bicep to wrist and fingered the wide cuff. “He needn’t be tied to respect the rules and restraints I give him. Such a delightful pet.”

In his smooth face and dark eyes, Jay radiated sheer bliss with perfect stillness.

Copying Henry, she traced the cuff on her side. “He’s well-trained, but it’s more than that.”

“Yes, he reveals his true heart here, where he is safe and loved.” With slow reverence, Henry kissed his cheeks. “Would you like Alice to feel as secure in my service as you do, my boy?”

Jay aborted his nod and curling fingers, blips and ripples testing his obedience. “Yes, please.”

“We might find her something decorative so she may share in your bravery. To feel my claim on her as you do.”

As Henry extended his arms in silent request, she grabbed the leather forearm sleeves secreted in the dishtowel drawer. Tonight they’d be a symbol, not buckled together as she’d worn them in January. Her steady pace horse to Jay’s fractious colt. If he grew worried as the night progressed, he’d have her example and she’d have the glory of restraint and the weight of responsibility clasping her tight.

Precise and careful, Henry centered her wrists a foot above Jay’s face. Her playmate would have an excellent view of her joining him in bondage. Henry repeated his steps. Confirming her safeword. Kissing her pulse points with open-mouthed gentleness. Buckling the sleeves. No quick-release Velcro for her. No need.

Their faces cradled in his hands, Henry rubbed their cheeks. “Now both of my beautiful pets are ready for dinner.”

A long, slender, rectangular platter waited atop the island. Plastic clung to the cut fruit and continued below, a thin protector to keep juice from making Jay too sugar-sticky to play with. A barrier like the ones they’d abandon later. God, the moment couldn’t arrive soon enough. As she helped position dinner atop Jay, he gave the tiniest flinch at the lingering chill and inhaled the sweet aroma.

The feast of pineapple fingers and pear cubes, apricot slices, whole strawberries, and pitted cherries spread from collarbone to navel. Miniature bowls of honey, nuts, and whipped Greek yogurt topping covered his sternum. Cool delights for a warm summer’s night. Fuel, not food. Bites of sugar and protein to keep them wide awake and wanting.

Henry swirled pineapple in the topping and carried both to Jay’s lips. “My taste tester must sample everything.” Swiping the treat sideways, he left a speck of white behind. “Try some of my cream.”

Slow and teasing, Jay licked his lips. Henry pressed closer. Jay sucked the topping clean and nibbled the pineapple. Only when Henry gave permission did he snatch the whole treat and swallow.

Service and love. Jay excelled at merging the two. She savored each bite to share with her lovers in a communal sensory feast. The fruit and its toppings, soft, fluid, and tart-sweet. The man beneath, firm, supple, and salted. Obedient to their commands.

She held an apricot slice between her teeth, dipped it in honey, and brought it to Jay. Rubbing and bumping noses, arousal flaring, they nuzzled their way through the bite. How he kept his chest so still she’d never understand.

His urge to please Henry went far beyond her own. His need didn’t stop at fulfilling a function or ask for reasons. The freedom to follow Henry’s commands without fear drove him. In the right hands, in Henry’s hands, his trust reaped rewards.

“What an exquisite table I’ve found.” Henry fed Jay on alternating bites and kisses. “A grand centerpiece worthy of my home.”

Drugged bliss flowed in Jay’s eyes, melted cocoa pools. He tracked Henry, gaze following as he would in body given permission.

“Strong, rounded corners.” Starting at Jay’s shoulders, Henry traveled along his collarbone. “A sturdy frame that warms to the touch.”

Henry stroked the notch at the base of Jay’s throat, and his tension thrummed beneath her hands on his ribs and thigh. Did Jay ache, holding back the desire to tip his head and bare his throat to the man he worshiped? God knew she did when Henry touched her there.

“Intricate details that invite closer inspection.” Bending, Henry sucked Jay’s throat. “A master craftsman poured love into this creation.”

Jay’s breath caught, but he held his position. In the wrong hands, his marrow-deep desire to please for whatever reason and in whatever way his master decided made his willingness to use his safeword paramount. If he’d hesitated, been less confident in his promise, Henry would’ve run an alternate plan. The cuffs on Jay would’ve snuggled her instead, and the beautiful leather sleeves would’ve gone unused.

With a delicate kiss, Jay accepted a strawberry from her lips.

“But the crafting creates nothing not already present. The creator merely reveals the true form hidden within the rough surface.” A dark forest of thought, vast and impenetrable, stood behind Henry’s eyes. He toured Jay with a sculptor’s touch. “The shape of greatness begging for release.”

Far from disappointing her, Henry pulling back the curtain impressed her more. He’d prepared for whatever level of involvement Jay was ready to accept. If Jay’s soft eyes and complete unconcern for his bonds hadn’t convinced her of the certainty of Henry’s judgment, the magnitude of Jay’s erection would’ve quelled any doubt.

“An undeniably masculine masterpiece.” Swaying low, Henry inhaled. Aromatic fruit, ostensibly. The musk of Jay’s arousal inches from his lips and twitching closer, more likely. “Adonis himself would weep.”

Although fruit juice trickled down the plastic film coating Jay, he lay in compliant stillness. Hard and straining, his cock hung above the spillover pool at his navel. Pre-come drizzled in a line to his stomach.

She pulsed with hunger, and not for the handful of bites remaining. Jay had journeyed long past ready and deep into subspace. She arched her brow. When Henry granted permission in a nod, she shifted the bowls to the island.

With a firm hold around Jay’s wrist, a reminder of restraint, he curled Jay’s fingers tight. All but the pointer, which he swiped through the puddle. He brought Jay’s finger to his mouth and sucked while Jay moaned.

“Mmm, a dessert fountain.” She sponged sweet syrup with the last apricot slice. Jay-flavor added salty tang, a culinary complement. Empty plastic wrap joined the bowls on the counter.

“Perhaps we ought to feast from the source.” Guiding Jay, Henry squeezed the base of Jay’s cock, turning him vertical. Balls tightening, Jay twitched his hips. In their joined hands, Henry and Jay held back a real fountain. Henry adored driving them to the edge and making them wait.

Lapping at Jay, she cleaned his stomach with open-mouthed kisses. “Be a shame to waste so much richness.” She’d get her fill, but not until Henry took his. Jay trembled under her tongue. Her retreat left shiny but unsticky skin behind.

“A shame indeed.” Henry sighed. Pre-come beaded at the tip of Jay’s cock. “We mustn’t squander a drop.”

The surface tension held. Grew. Stretched.

The bead broke free, slipping down the flared head.

Henry engulfed Jay to the root.

Jesus God, cram her fingers in her panties and call it a day. Orgasm hovered a hairsbreadth away. For Jay, too, if his guttural exhalation came from as deep as it sounded.

In a leisurely, tugging withdrawal, Henry breathed
I own this
all along Jay’s length. The chorus of whimpers confirmed his claim.

“Taste from the source, Alice.” Henry’s low command settled on her shoulders. “My boy’s beautiful cock is yours for the night, sweet girl.”

God yes. All night, every climax hers while Henry held the reins.

“Make it dance.”

She replaced his grip, holding Jay nice and tall so he’d see the climax of his first gift. Closing her eyes, she relished the sweep of Henry’s hand as he pushed her hair back and angled her to optimize their view. She rolled her tongue around Jay at his tip, dividing her attention between her appreciation for him and for their leader.

Henry removed himself to the head of the table. The bulge in his slacks lined up behind Jay’s sweet face as he watched her blow him. A vision of beauty on both sides. On a future night, Henry’d promised, he’d unzip and feed Jay his cock. But for now he’d let the birthday boy watch his own enjoyment while he reinforced the cuffs’ safety and comfort.

“Tonight we give pleasure to the man who pleases us with exquisite skill throughout the year.” Grasping Jay by the hands, he held him captive against his chest. Black cuffs stood in stark contrast to Henry’s white dress shirt. “His beautiful surrender, his love and trust.”

He nuzzled the backs of Jay’s hands. She did the same along Jay’s cock, long bobs and hard pulls. A team, Henry’s voice and her lips.

“He brings me more joy than ever I hoped for.” Henry stroked lazy figure eights, infinity bridging Jay’s cuffs and the sensitive heels of his hands. “I cannot imagine life without my Jay.”

With the low hum of a perfectly tuned engine, Jay vibrated. Cupping his balls in her free hand, she matched the other to the sweep of her mouth on his shaft.

“I suppose I’ll have to keep him with me forever.” Light musing turned possessive as Henry lowered his voice. “My good boy, bound to my service.”

With Henry squeezing his wrists, Jay teetered on the edge. His balls pulsed. Ejaculatory inevitability. He’d come in a—

“Come for me, my boy. Share the salt of your submission with our girl.”

He washed over her tongue, and she drank him down. His heat caressed her like a sip of Henry’s port. The good stuff. Stoking her own fire even as Jay’s cooled. He lay slack, motionless now by stunned afterglow rather than Henry’s command.

“Well done.” With reverent care, Henry lowered Jay’s arms to the table. He brushed the back of his hand over Jay’s forehead, cheek, and neck in a tender, flowing path. In his crinkled eyes, he held a smile for her as she bathed Jay’s cock with equally patient attention. “Where have you gone, dearest boy? Hmm?” Henry’s fond, teasing tone seemed no more than Jay deserved. “What glorious vision has glazed your eyes and stolen your quick tongue?”

A quiet, contented Jay. Such a rare sight, not to be missed. With a light kiss and a gentle pat, she left his softening cock to its rest. She’d recall him to action soon enough.

Standing straight twanged the crick in her back. Too much enthusiasm spent bending over her table.

Henry swept out his arm, and she scurried in for snuggling. Kneading her back with a pressure-laden fist, he kissed her cheek. “Played to perfection. Our poor Jay is spellbound.”

Dazed satisfaction shone in brown-saucer eyes and a lazy smile. In wearing him out, they’d muted his natural smirk.

“We could wake him with a kiss.” She pushed a wayward strand off his forehead. Henry had glued his fingers to Jay’s pulse. She wouldn’t panic unless he did. “Works in fairy tales.”

“So it does.”

They did the honors together, a kiss for Jay at each corner of his mouth. Henry paused beside his ear. “Wake and move, my boy.”

Shuddering and blinking, Jay sucked in an endless breath. “Henry?”

“Yes, dear one?”

“I love my birthday present. Especially the people who gave it to me.”

Chuckling, Henry rubbed Jay’s chest in a flurry. “Alice and I gathered as much.”

“We love you too, stud.” She dropped her voice. “And your birthday’s not over. You haven’t unwrapped all of your presents.”

If he tried any harder to stare at the outline of Henry’s cock and her boobs simultaneously, he’d get whiplash. Classic Jay. Rounding the table toward his feet, she caught herself in a near-stumble. Classic Jay
wearing handcuffs.

Not a single sign of interest in removing them. They’d cleared the first hurdle, accustomed him to the gripping weight without distressing him. No more than a new thing Henry’d asked of him.

Sliding her hands under his legs, she massaged his calves while Henry chafed his hands.

Jay flashed a goofy grin. “Whazzat?”

“Improving blood flow.” Henry returned Jay’s smile. “You sent so much into your beautifully hard cock it’s a wonder you’ve any left to circulate.”

“I could do it again.” Wiggling, Jay flexed his feet against her stomach. “I know I could.”

Lowering Jay’s hands, Henry nudged his shoulders. “Up you go. I expect Alice is eager for that very miracle.”

“Oh yeah.” She tugged his ankles, the tablecloth coming along for the ride as Jay slid to the end. Standing between his knees, she splayed her hands across his chest. Warm and angled, with his lungs a bellows beneath the surface. “I’ve got just the place to enshrine him.”

Clinging to her with his arms slung around her neck, he breathed honey and pineapple in the thin space between. Neoprene and Velcro rasped against her shirt. “I’m a good boy. I won’t let you down.”

“You’re a good boy.” Only an idiot or an ass would tell perfect, giving, trusting Jay different. “The only way you’d ever let me down is if you kept going when you needed to stop.” The response Henry would offer rolled off her tongue. “You remember your safeword?”

Nodding, Jay squeezed her between his knees and released. Squeezed and released. “Tilt-A-Whirl.”

“You remember when to use it?” Slipping through her fingers, the silky hairs at the base of his neck tickled.

“When I’m not ready.” He shifted his weight and sat taller. “When
I
decide. Because it’s my right to have a safeword and to use it.”

“Got it in one.” Pressing the back of his neck triggered an immediate bow. “And it’s my responsibility to respect your safeword.” She laid her lips against his forehead. “It’s the most important thing I’ll ever do in my life.”

Beyond Jay, at the opposite end of the table, Henry emanated lust in blazing green eyes and fingers grinding white against the tabletop. Approval emerged in his restrained nod. He’d fuck them both into the floor, the wall, or the nearest handy anything if he hadn’t planned the night to the finest detail.