Season of Gifts (Neighborly Affection #8)

11. Jay

Chapter eleven

Jay

S o they were going somewhere. Not the symphony; that was an excuse for the fancy clothes. But to the playroom, for sure.

Jay kept his head bowed. Partly because the posture just felt better, felt right, but a lot because with his head bowed the leash swayed in his vision. Thick leather and polished steel tied him to Henry’s fist. The end of the leash snapped in over his heart. He couldn’t make his heart beat with the swing of the leather, though; his heart kept going too fast for that. His cock throbbed with all the extra blood rushing into it.

But Henry walked them past the bedroom door and pushed open the one to their big bathroom instead. Jay had showered after work—and pregamed with extra instructions from Henry to try for two quick orgasms. Which he’d managed, thanks to Henry leaving him a butt plug to play with. Now his dick was hard, but his balls weren’t tight and aching to let loose. Nothing else had seemed different, though. And no way would Henry put him in the shower with his harness on.

Alice entered first, lace swishing around her legs, giving glimpses of the bare skin beneath. If she had panties, he hadn’t seen them go on. She stood level with Henry in those heels; they ticked out sharp little taps, the pitch changing from hardwood to tile. Her ass swayed.

Henry followed her, shortening the leash and tugging Jay after him. The slightest yank went straight to his dick and his head at the same time, a wave of excitement and relaxation. Here he was Henry’s Jay; here his responsibility started and ended with listening to and obeying Henry’s instructions.

The padded bench for the makeup-and-jewelry counter had been pulled back. A handful of lumps lay on the ledge around the enormous bathtub, a silver bath towel hiding them. And something tall and dark stood between the low counter and the shower. Henry tugged him farther in.

The mirror! At the edge of the shower stood the new-old fancy one with the bumpy knobs, like a honeybee hive and an abacus had gotten together and knocked boots. He’d figured it had disappeared from the dressing room space because Henry hadn’t wanted them to see themselves in their outfits yet. But the way he’d angled it—

“Yes!” His cheer bounced off the tile. The room was big, like the size of an entire regular bedroom upstairs, but he was still kinda loud. “Sorry, Master Henry.”

“Ohh, most assuredly do not be sorry.” Henry reeled him in with the leash and rubbed his cheek with firm strokes. “Many months ago, you came to me with an idea. Two words, you said.” Pine-dark eyes pierced him, and he didn’t dare look away. “Do you remember them?”

“Alice,” he echoed himself. “Mirrors.”

Henry hummed agreement on some cock-thickening wavelength. “Alice. Mirrors. And thus, we embarked on a course that resulted in our move to this house. This home.”

Alice spun in a slow circle, mouthing what might have been holy shit . And she should, ’cause damn, Henry had lined up four mirrors, one in each cardinal direction, and no matter where they looked, the Henrys and Alices and Jays extended into forever. Their dark clothes stood out against the white tile, reflected in the full-length mirror on the wall and the moveable bedroom mirror along one axis and in the mirror over the sinks and the one over the makeup table along the other.

“All because of our exceedingly clever boy.” Henry grabbed the back of Jay’s neck and his cock in swift moves and kissed him. Rougher than he had in the bedroom. The leash draped over Jay’s shoulder and pressed into his neck. His zipper was falling. The leash dangled down his back, Henry’s hand gone, but still the kiss went on, a growling, hungry thing. Two hands swept up his cock.

As quick as the first time, black fabric cradled his cock and balls, snugged them tight and happy. His shirt hung loose, tails fluttering around his open fly.

Henry stood behind him and turned Jay’s face toward the full-length mirror. Green eyes watched him. Devoured him. “My Jay looks like a submissive in need of a partner to play with.” Stroking the straps leading down to the center of Jay’s chest, Henry rubbed his nipples through his undone shirt. “And he so thoughtfully has already named one. Alice?”

She circled around them, her stomach shifting with each breath, deep belly breathing as she faced Jay. She gave him a soft smile and a scrunched nose before staring past his shoulder. “Yes, sir.”

Two early orgasms and a cock ring. Henry wanted him to last a while. He tried to calm his racing heart, but electricity crackled in his skin. The hairs on his arms were practically standing up under his shirt. Either lightning was gonna strike him, or he was gonna self-combust.

Henry clasped Jay’s hips and rolled his own forward, thrusting lightly. “So many possibilities.”

Squirming against Henry’s cock, he fought the urge to bend over and spread his legs. If Henry wanted him to, he would say so. “You could try them all, Master Henry.”

“So I might,” Henry whispered in his ear. He let go and moved away, leaving Jay’s legs as wobbly as the last few pushes up a steep hill. Probably burned just as much energy imagining Henry fucking him hard and fast, demanding Jay come for him.

Henry, sidling up to Alice, skimmed her arm up and down, up and down. He tweaked the strap across her shoulder, sliding one finger underneath but leaving it be. “Arms behind your back, sweet girl.”

With her arms back, her chest thrust forward. The deep vee of her dress snugged tight against her breasts. Snaps sounded. In the mirror, a short bit of leather connected her wrists, its metal clasps hooking into the rings on her bracers. Another ring hung from the center of the leather.

Henry tickled her palms, and she shivered. “Pull.”

She tugged her hands apart; they got no farther than her sides, her fingertips barely peeking around her hips.

Henry scooped her hair in his hands and twisted it up, adding some clip from the counter that fixed it in place. The wispy hairs by her ears and the back of her neck floated down. “You’ll tell me if you experience any numbness or tingling in your hands, Alice.”

“Yes, Master Henry.” Her throat must’ve gone dry; she hardly had any voice at all. But she stared straight across at Jay, caught between him and Henry, and her pupils had practically swallowed the green-and-brown ring around them, even with all the lights blazing. She licked her lips. “I’ll tell you. I won’t forget.”

Henry spun her slowly in place; her heels went click click click . “Jay, there’s a small pillow behind you. Hand it to me, please.”

A pillow? Oh—yes, there was. Henry must’ve pulled back part of the towel when Jay was lost in the mirror. He passed over the pillow from the tub ledge. Narrow, kinda firm, not like a sleeping pillow or a couch pillow. More like a shove-behind-your-back pillow for office chairs. Henry laid it on the makeup table.

He held Alice front and back, his hands splayed in the open vee of her dress in front and the bare space between her shoulder blades in back. She bent forward, following his lead, until her head and neck rested against the pillow.

The dress swung against her legs. The solid dark part underneath the lace crept up toward her rounded ass, pointed right at Jay. Shifting slightly, he glanced behind him. Alice’s mirrored ass repeated again and again.

“Legs spread.” Henry used the low tone that wasn’t really a whisper but wasn’t a normal voice either. Bed voice. Playtime voice. Dom voice. “Wider.”

Alice spread her stance. Her shoes sparkled. Not in the front-and-back mirrors, but in the side-to-side mirrors that went down to the floor. Henry lifted the lacey folds of her dress and draped them across her back. Only the dark inner sheath covered her now. Stepping behind her, eyeing the side-to-side mirrors in turn, Henry inched up the rest of the dress. He cupped Alice’s ass, and she moaned softly, her body shaking in a long ripple.

“Mmm, there, yes.” Henry moved back.

The dress stayed perched at the top curve, baring Alice’s ass and the shadowy paradise between her legs. Henry strode to the full-length mirror and stood beside it. Reaching behind him, he came down with a white towel that hadn’t been on the hook earlier. He folded it into a narrow, fluffy strip and slapped it on the tile between Alice’s ankles. The length fit perfectly.

Unwinding Jay’s leash, Henry wrapped it in his fist. “Remind me of your safeword, Jay.”

Jay swallowed hard. Thank fuck for the pregaming and the cock ring. Henry always set him up for success. “Potholes, Master Henry.”

“Excellent.” Henry tugged him forward, toward the edge of the towel. “Kneel.”

He knelt. Henry pressed a hand to his back, giving him a forward lean. His face hovered inches from Alice’s thighs.

“Stay just like that, my dear ones.”

He didn’t dare move, not at the rustling behind him or the swish of Henry’s pant legs as he passed them going the opposite direction. If Jay shifted his eyes as far as he could to the left, he and Alice were visible in the mirror. Henry settled somewhere forward.

A low scratching sound—swift, short strokes—filled the room. Alice shivered. She could probably see Henry from her angle. Jay could see only her. His bobbing cock answered the tiny twitches in her thighs. He took deeper breaths, trying to slow down, but the slower he breathed, the faster Alice did. Right. Because his long exhales warmed the unfolding lips between her legs.

Mostly in this position he’d be using his mouth, not his eyes. The heat, that his tongue could feel. But the way she plumped up now, watching that was new. Her body swelled. Lips parted. A hint of glossy shine beaded, and the thick scent of desire flooded his nose. Hell, he was probably dripping on the towel by now, and he hadn’t even touched her.

Henry’s shoes tapped against the tile, and the scratching sound came again. This time, he’d crouched near Jay. His sketchpad lay cradled in his left arm. His right hand moved at speed across the paper. A page flipped. The pencil flew again.

Jay’s mouth watered. He swallowed hard. Every second was a choice between watching Alice get wetter, more ready, and watching Henry’s hand stroke back and forth.

The sketchpad disappeared. Henry touched Jay’s shoulder. “Stand for me, my very good boy. Shake out your arms and legs, please.”

As Jay rattled his bones like a hokey-pokey dancer, Henry lifted Alice upright and massaged her lower back. “How are your hands, sweet girl?”

She wiggled her fingers and flexed her shoulders forward and back. “Hands and arms are good, sir. But I do have an ache I can’t soothe.”

“Do you now?” With his face pressed to Alice’s neck, Henry delivered kiss after kiss, slow and open-mouthed and hot as fuck.

Alice must’ve thought so, too, by the way she squeezed her thighs together and whimpered.

“Is the waiting too much for you?” Henry’s bassy tease came with long strokes of Alice’s arms and the arches of her shoulder blades. “You’d like to ask for something more?”

Henry closed his teeth in the slope of Alice’s neck, and she shuddered in reflections in four directions. Her mouth hung open, but she wasn’t asking for anything in words, even when trembly moans floated out.

Henry kissed the place he’d bitten. No deep teeth marks, but Alice might have a kissing bruise there tomorrow. He returned her to the pillow and nudged her legs apart. “Jay.”

Yanking his focus from Alice’s shivering excitement to Henry’s narrowed eyes, he waited for the command to kneel.

“Step forward. Closer.”

Stepping that close put his thighs up against Alice’s. His cock drifted toward her ass and jerked. He hissed a breath through his teeth. Having his face so close to her and not being able to touch had been torture. Having his dick—

Henry took him in hand, grasping Jay over the cock ring, and slid him between Alice’s thighs. She was on fucking fire, and Henry had Jay’s cock in one hand and Jay’s leash in the other, and the inferno rolled through him like an orgasm without the release. He blinked away bright spots behind his eyes. His hips were thrusting, slowly, to the pace of Henry’s tugs on his cock. Alice slicked him on every pass, dancing and squirming when his cockhead bumped her clit. On the next thrust, Henry guided him inside her. Alice pushed back and closed the gap with a moaning sigh, her back arching, her hands curling into fists.

Surveying the mirrors, Henry squeezed Alice’s ass in his palm. Humming softly, he arranged Jay’s hands on either side of Alice’s hips, thumbs toward the center, just lifting the hiked-up edge of her dress. The leash dangled from Jay’s chest, and Henry looped a smaller bit of leather through the end of it. Like the one he’d used for Alice, only shorter, and both hooks— snap, snap —suddenly attached to the ring on that line.

He'd bound them together.

If Jay tried to pull too far back, his leash would lift Alice’s arms. Brightly colored ties tugged in memory, Henry’s first birthday scene for Alice, but this was different, deeper. The harness was ownership. Henry had made Jay the stud Alice called him. Tied him in place to service their wife and her needs.

“Now.” Henry combed his fingers through Jay’s hair, sliding it back. Pausing at the nape of Jay’s neck, he dug into the muscle, massaging, commanding. “I’m going to set the rhythm for you, Jay. Alice wants you to fuck her. I want you to do so very slowly.”

Alice let out a moan, and Henry chuckled. “I have a tool to give you the pace. If it bothers you at all, I needn’t use it.”

Henry moved toward the last hidden lump on the ledge and flipped the towel back. The cloth bag underneath had become a regular in the playroom. The electricity under Jay’s skin buzzed louder, aimed to call down the lightning. He’d wished for this. Dreamed of this. Never expected he could get here.

Henry loosened the drawstring and lifted out the deerskin flogger Alice usually wielded. The strands dangled, three shades of brown mingling and swaying as Henry swiveled his wrist. “You and your mistress have worked hard for this, Jay. Shall we try it together?”

“ Yes .” He hardly had any voice. His thumbs would leave divots in Alice’s ass cheeks. His cock might explode from the inside with the way she rippled around him. “Yes, please, Master Henry.”

“Watch yourself in the mirrors, my boy. Watch how you please Alice at my direction. Feel the strokes. Time your thrusts with them when you’re ready.”

The mirror showed everything. Henry stood beside him, behind him, pacing in an arc as the flogger danced in the air. The man he’d married slapped his ass through the dress pants with the tails, and Jay sank forward. Alice gripped him, tried to hold him in place as he drew back and waited.

“Magnificent,” Henry murmured. The flogger landed. Jay thrust. “See how you were made to serve your mistress, Jay.”

His legs ached with the strain of holding back, tense with readiness to thrust, the smack of the tails a starter’s pistol. In and out he worked. So slowly whole ages of the earth must be passing between his thrusts. Alice’s heat and pressure would turn his cock into diamond before they finished.

“Your strength, your stamina, your increasing speed.” Henry thumped the flogger across the underside of Jay’s ass three times, rapid-fire. “All for her pleasure.”

He snapped his hips, and his cock disappeared. Forget friction; Alice had him lubed up so good he drove balls-deep and reveled in the jiggle of her ass in his hands for a few blissful seconds before he pulled back. When he bent forward enough, his leash coiled in the small of Alice’s back and rose with him.

Henry stalked around them, his gleaming eyes triumphant, his lips curved in a slender smile. “Your obedience is exquisite. Your submission sublime.”

The flogger struck from the opposite side. Jay surged forward, the jolt of the tails a relief, a promise of the tight, wet heat ahead. As he retreated, Alice moaned.

“Please. Please, faster.” Her legs quaked in the pauses. Her fists, too, shaking as she stretched the tether as far as it went. Her mouth hung open, her lips red and round.

Henry stroked the flogger in the mirror, grasping all of the tails in his hand and smoothing them together. “Are you ready to work hard, my boy? To lift your mistress to the peak ahead of you?”

He’d never wanted anything more in his life. “I’m ready, Master Henry.”

The tails slung out and back, out and back, driving his hips with every snapping bite at his ass. He pulled back, and the flogger greeted him. He drove forward, and Alice crashed into him, slamming backward, devouring him. Her scrabbling fingers snatched the slack in his leash, and she pulled the leather tighter, dragging him toward her.

The flogger gave him no rest, no pullbacks. Driving forward, forward, forward. Sweat rolled down his back. Henry uttered a string of words too low to catch past the buzzing in his ears.

Squealing, Alice arched and shuddered beneath him. She’d pulled him so close his hair almost tickled her back. Impossibly tight ripples demanded all he had.

Henry dropped the flogger and clenched his hands around Jay’s hips. His cock branded Jay’s ass through two sets of pants. “ Come .”

The buzzing exploded in a jagged crackle of lightning, the mirror showing him sandwiched between Henry and Alice before the dazzling brightness whited out the world.