Finding Their Balance (39 page)

“Build a nest here, please.” Tapping a spot directly against the class-facing side of the teaching desk, she bent and slipped off her heels. She’d never keep her balance in them once she put Jay to work. “I want my best boy up front with me.”

Whatever Henry had wanted from her and whenever he’d wanted it, he put responsibility for Jay’s needs first, and Jay needed a woman unafraid to dominate him. Gently, and with love, but one who wouldn’t walk away, push him aside, or jealously compete for Henry’s undivided attention.

“Yes, Mistress.” He folded the sheets in a neat square, one of a hundred ways their expectations shaped his actions. “I like being near you.”

Henry had held off until
she
was certain. Until she’d come to him and made the commitment—asked for an expanded contract, told him she loved them, felt ready to move in, agreed to try dominating Jay a little at a time. Where Jay rushed in, Henry tested every step with unobtrusive thoroughness, right down to packing their sheets in his kit.

“I adore being near you, too.” Praising his folding skills, she sat him with his back to the desk and his face upturned. “In fact, I saved a snack to share with you.” She swayed to her feet, dragging her dress across his face. “Are you hungry, Jay?”

“Starving, Mistress.” He ruffled her little black dress like a warm summer breeze.

Positioning one stocking-clad foot with care, she wedged herself against the outer curve of his hip. “You’ll eat whatever’s put in front of you?”

“Uh-huh,” he moaned. “I mean, yes, Mistress, I will, please.”

“Good boy.” As she straddled his face, she dropped her dress around him.

He gripped her calves, palms kneading before he jerked away. “I’m sorry, Mistress, can I?”

“Use your hands? Of course you can. Thank you for asking.” Squeezing his hips and ribs between her legs, she aimed to provide the powerful security Henry would in her place. “Hold your snack in both hands while you lick the center.”

He stroked her legs as if the stockings mesmerized him. Under the dark veil of her dress, touch mattered more than sight. Touch, scent, and taste.

“Go ahead,” she whispered. Tremors born of her long anticipation built and spread. “I’ll tell you—” Christ, he’d found the borders of the stockings with his fingers and tongue, and his hair teased her thighs. “I’ll tell you when you’ve had your fill.”

Strands of hair dropping back in a gentle
whoosh
, he inhaled with the ostentation of an overzealous wine steward. A long, slow, pointed lick parted her. His satisfied groan vibrated as he sucked her clit inside his mouth. She was Jay’s hard candy, and he’d melt every sugar molecule on his playful tongue.

The surge of heat sent her slumping to the desk and left her gasping for breath. A chemical reaction, Jay’s tongue and her clit. Bringing the two together sent her soaring—and Henry loved watching them in flight. Recursive arousal, the three of them building lift and thrust in an endless circle.

Jay lapped at her thighs, her stopgap measure for containing her arousal after Henry hadn’t allowed her panties. Teasing, he twined fingers and tongue around her garter straps and let them snap back. A bee sting, or the pressure of a hickey forming at the center of a burning kiss.

She tried to praise him with words as Henry did, but pauses and panting punctuated her love letters. Cradling her ass in both hands, Jay stuffed his mouth with her slippery lips.

While he devoured her with devotion, she repaid him with shaking knees and near-collapse. The desk’s broad, flat surface kept her from smothering him between her thighs or sending them both to the floor. Verging on a new peak, she stiffened.

As Henry passed her, the hissing slide of his tie echoed her sighing satisfaction. He tapped the blackboard beside the last of Jay’s work. His ink, her penmanship. “I see our boy’s grade writ large. Is Mistress Alice”—Henry wrapped teasing warmth around her title—“ready for her evaluation?”

His tie dropped beside her, the thin end unrolling across her wrist. Scrabbling uncoordinated fingers, she snatched the rest. Jay and his flicking tongue sent her into climax with Henry’s tie crushed in her fist.

Fabric fluttered. Henry’s dress shirt, crisp and warm, dragged across her bare arm. Her cheek. Her closed eyes. Left behind as a makeshift blindfold, his shirt enveloped her in a Henry-scented fog. His belt jangled and rasped.

With sweet tenor growls, Jay shook her garters in his teeth.

The hem of her dress lifted. Exposure let in currents of chilly excitement, the heat of her thighs and Jay’s breath no longer a secret exchange. Longer feet nestled alongside hers. Muscled legs wrapped her own. New heat grazed her ass.

Henry’s shirt captured her unsteady breaths and fed them back to her. She didn’t dare move, not an inch, not an anything, but Jay’s unceasing attention rolled waves out from her center.

Knuckles bumped her inner thigh. Strong hands with a dusting of hair on the backs. Unmistakably Henry.

He gently separated Jay from her throbbing clit. Fleeting touches teased her with flesh on flesh, trembling anticipation of the unknown. Henry hadn’t revealed his plans to her, only listened to her suggestions and helped her shape her scenario. They’d gone beyond that now.

As he slid his hand in a half circle, Jay whined, soft and low. Cupping Jay’s cheek, maybe. Rubbing his thumb across those full lips, rubbing
her
in like a lip balm made for him alone.

“My good boy.” Henry swept his cock down her ass and along her thigh. “Share with me.”

Fingers curled under her stockings, Jay worked his jaw rapid-fire between her legs, but the lens of his attention had shifted. No need to guess where.

Henry, undulating without thrusting, rocked her hips against the desk and ran his hand up the back of her dress. The button edge of his shirt skimmed her ear. Whisked away, the fabric revealed Henry’s deep green eyes before he captured her in a tender, melting kiss.

Her jittering arousal and orgasmic aftershocks coalesced in a sensual ball pulsing to his rhythm.

“Jay feasts on his fantasies.” Bent over her back, Henry spoke in a low rumble. “You gave him the lovely, brilliant mistress he needs.”

He toyed with the zipper at her neckline.

Tick.

Tick.

The teeth unclenched at an agonizing crawl.

He splayed his hands, spanning her back, and peeled the dress aside. The high neck and sleeveless fitted top became bands around her upper arms. Stroking her spine, he leaned in, nude and solid and with a weight, a presence, beyond size. “But that isn’t what you are for me, is it?”

She shook her head, a nonverbal ‘no’ the best she could manage through ratcheting excitement at passing him control. Pinned by Henry, she lay exposed, her legs shaking as Jay worked magic with his tongue and crept up her thighs with groping hands.

“No, you’re my good girl, my bold Alice.” Sweeping her hair aside, Henry twisted a tight ponytail in his fist and heated her neck under an open-mouthed assault of nips and growls. “Shall we finish this night together?”

Her attempted nods pulled his grip tighter, reminded her whimpering, trembling atoms of the elemental truth of his power. Even as he reduced her to tumbling arousal, he lifted her up.

“Have you tasted a sufficient slice of dominance?” He nudged her thighs, the head of his cock slick and sliding along her lips. “Submit to me, my sweet girl.”

Her half-moaned
yes
earned her a long, slow penetration. Two thrusts of solid heat, and on the third he pulled fully out.

She choked back her begging denial at Jay’s moan. Henry jostled her to the same rhythm, twice, three times. He sank inside her again on the four-count. Again. Sweet fuck, he drove her to the brink with deep thrusts and denied her the release, feeding Jay his cock and the taste of her in between. She met him with arched hips. Anything to drive him further, faster.

Rationing his thrusts, he roused her greedy anticipation. Silent count, a chant in her head, one, two, three times their hips danced while Jay swallowed the prize. Four, five, six, Henry rattled her to her toes, his chest hair scraping her back, his breath thundering in her ear.

“Please.” She welcomed the man who freed her from worry and doubt until only love and faith remained. “Please, sir.”

Blanketing her, he closed his hand around her tight-fisted grip on his tie. Forehead pressed to her temple, he kissed her cheek. “Shatter,” he murmured. “Let me feel you, beautiful girl, your vibrancy, your incoherence”—he nipped her lips—“your utterly divine moans and your quaking heat with every”

—one—

“delightful”

—two—

“plunge.”

Three.

She jolted into climax on command, the signal racing through tingling lips, ringing ears, and aching breasts.

Growling, Henry chased her peak with his own. He jerked hard, their bodies slapping together, and held himself still. Christ, she praised the day they’d abandoned condoms.

“One last gift.” The urgency of his whisper snaked through her luxurious haze. He spread his hand at the nape of her neck and adjusted his grip. “One he needs from us. One he’ll love.”

No question, then. She wiggled her ass. “Do it.”

As he swept her back with a powerful pull, the desk flashed past beneath her. She stood upright in the nanosecond before he dug his knees into the backs of her legs and dropped her into Jay’s lap.

Eyes rolling back, Jay thrust with jouncing hips.

She hurried to align their bodies and take him inside. Refilled. Bending backward, she planted her hands beside Jay’s outstretched legs as he sang out his joy. She’d gone too far past orgasm to scale that peak again, but damn if she wouldn’t enjoy the ride—and the view.

Henry muffled Jay’s whimpers with a mouthful of cock. All hesitancy and public persona forgotten in the rapture of serving his master, Jay gulped him down.

“That’s it,” Henry murmured. Hands flat on the desk, he played her inverse, thrusting forward with his ass clenched and his thighs taut. His cock held firm, his erection slow to fade post-climax. “Take us both. Do you taste her, Jay? The same sweet wetness gripping your cock eases mine into your throat.”

With Henry weaving his spell, Jay came quick and hard. She squeezed him tight, welcomed his thrusts, and rejoiced in his unconstrained enjoyment. Henry had been right. Boosting her confidence with a trip to the club had prepared her to set the example. To let Jay see her strength and find his own.

Fingering her hem, Jay cozied his head against Henry’s shoulder as Henry settled beside them on their bedsheet oasis. “Thank you for tonight. I won’t forget how special you made this.”

Henry kissed his hair. “You deserve every moment, my dear boy. And Alice outdid herself in planning and execution.”

As if he hadn’t set the whole thing in motion. Framing Jay’s return around the fifth anniversary of the night Henry had accepted his service, making it coincide with her own induction as his mistress, had been a stroke of genius.

“Oh, I missed a few things.” Like not remembering a soft seat for Jay. Gotten more than a few right, though. She sashayed her dress over Jay’s stomach. “Guess I know why my panties got banned.”

“I merely provide tools for your imagination.” Henry tugged her dress down her arms, collapsing the fabric to her waist, and idly stroked the breasts he’d bared. “How you play with them is your choice.”

Subtle control. The thinking-five-moves-ahead dominance she’d begun to recognize and appreciate—and emulate. As if he’d handed her a toolkit and invited her to tinker, Henry opened her eyes to new strategies on his chessboard and fresh brushstrokes in his masterpieces.

Snuggling atop Jay, she tucked her head under Henry’s chin and let him wrap them both in his strong embrace. She’d hold Jay in hers, at least a little while longer. “Happy first-date-iversary, stud.”

Henry sure knew how to make a match.

On Saturday morning, Alice nudged the last desk into alignment and joined Jay as he swung Henry’s duffel over his shoulder. The second intro class for dominants had gone more smoothly than the first, with vigorous discussion and no outright assholes.

One persistent questioner remained, a stocky thirtysomething man co-opting their place at Henry’s side. “She appreciates his assets. He’s been the perfect occasional third for us.”

“Occasional and permanent are vastly different levels of involvement.” Henry steered the conversation into the hall. “Assuming he’s interested in making such an enormous change, is she secure enough in your affections to tolerate the adjustment period?”

As she wrapped her arm around Jay’s, he snapped off the classroom lights behind them.

“All secure,” he whispered.

Giggling, she pecked his cheek.

The questioner jumped and glanced back. “Mine both already know how to obey me. They listen well.”

“But do you? You plan to fulfill both submissives equally going forward, do you not?” Henry took long strides, his pace brisk. “How long has she enjoyed your undivided attention? How much time will fully integrating his needs require?” As he started down the stairs, his voice gained a hollow echo. “What will her role be in bringing him along?”

“Henry’s making my mouth water with the analytical approach.” By unspoken agreement, she and Jay stuck to a comfortable meander. Better to give the poor guy space than spook him with another giggle.

“You sure it’s not his departure making you drool?” Jay swiped a finger across her lip. “Those dress pants tightening across his ass when he takes those big steps?”

“That too.” Hitting the stairs, she dipped her hand in his back pocket. “I can multitask.”

Jay wiggled his ass but held his tongue.

“I hadn’t—” Mr. Clueless scratched his proto-beard-scruff cheeks. Compensation for the bald spot he had going. “I mean more should I tell them together or order him to pack his shit and get his ass to our place pronto and surprise—”

With one glare, Henry cut the guy off mid-word at the second-floor landing. “You’re under no obligation to consider my advice, let alone follow it, but you owe your submissives the courtesy of giving this idea more deliberation.”