21. Alice
Chapter twenty-one
Alice
F riday night came with expectations. In their household, anyway. And Henry wasn’t here, and she was the only available dominant, and today’s calendar card promised red-and-green relaxation, whatever that meant.
He hadn’t given details, so the planning and decisions were all on her. Or so she’d told Jay at breakfast: “Wait and see. You’ll find out tonight, stud.”
At least Henry’s toy chest had responded to her wish for inspiration like a champ, offering up the right tools for new and different but not scary. The playroom too intimidating, the bedroom too connected to all three of them, she’d chosen their room check bedroom for her scene. A real one, not just Jay’s reward but with Henry’s opening and closing rituals.
Kneeling on the floor at the end of the bed, Jay held the waiting pose she’d asked of him while she clenched her hands into nervous fists behind her back. “This time is mine, and it requires your full and—” Ostentatiously glancing at his cock, she licked her lips. The brilliant cherry red gloss had better hold its color. “Enthusiastic participation. Do I have your service, Jay?”
“Always, Mistress Alice.” Lifting his head, he gazed at her with dark eyes she could drown in. “I’m yours.”
“Yes, you are.” As she bent forward, her breasts nearly tumbled out of the Henry-green bra she’d donned. Between that and the red lipstick and Santa skirt from tree trimming, she had the red-and-green motif covered. She cupped Jay’s cheek in a rough caress and pushed back the silk of his hair. The strands tickled as they slid across her fingers. “Which makes your safety and comfort my responsibility. If at any time you feel unsafe or uncomfortable, what will you say to me, Jay?”
“Potholes.” Clear and strong, his voice carried. He grinned at her, his eyes sparkling, his hips subtly fidgeting despite all efforts to hold himself still.
“Such a clever pet.” With both hands woven through his hair, she curled her fingers into a deep scalp massage. Low sighs vibrated from him, and his eyelids drooped. His cock held all the tension in his body. That had to count as relaxation. “I have a treat for you, Jay.”
“I’m happy to take”—he leaned into her hold, rocking with her motions—“whatever you wish to give me, Mistress.”
She crouched so quick the tiny skirt flared up and Jay gasped—so yeah, he’d noticed the absence of anything underneath—and brought her mouth to his ear. “I know.”
His shudder and whine lit up all the circuits on her electrical board. That zing zipped from skin to nipples to clit to a deep throbbing want. She forced herself to step away, because running a scene wasn’t about dropping herself on his cock and riding him until she wore herself out with pleasure. Sometimes, maybe. But not today. She had a plan, dammit. No wonder Henry had gotten so good at delayed gratification.
“First, I have something I want you to wear. Stand, please.” She folded the towel back carefully, leaving the rest of her toys covered on the dresser. Lifting the straps, she shook out the leather.
Jay took a step forward before he stopped himself.
She hummed softly, encouragingly, smiling maybe more than Henry would, but Jay’s excitement was so damn gratifying. “I like that you want it, Jay. Bow your head for me, please.”
Arms at his sides, held slightly out, he bent his neck to her. His abs rippled with his breath; his cock stood tall and twitching.
Slipping his harness over his shoulders, she smoothed every strap flat. Not because they needed it; the piece was gorgeously made, and she could have tightened the side buckles in ten seconds and been done with it. But that wouldn’t be the same as running her palms down Jay’s chest or around his back as she circled him, skimming his body with her fingertips, letting the friction build into a pleasant buzz. She cinched the sides. Tugged at every metal ring where straps met as Jay breathed faster and shallower.
“Mmm, yes, that will do.” She raised the short leash and snapped it to the ring at the center of his chest, then pulled at the leather loop handle.
Jay strained forward, his feet rock solid in place and his chest leaning toward her. Dark pupils swallowed the center of his eyes, a thin ring of melted-cocoa brown surrounding them.
“Come with me.” She led him to the bed, a sadly short distance; all that restrained power at her back, Jay’s muscled form obediently following at the end of her leash—damn. Maybe he’d want to wear this at the club sometime. That seemed like something he’d enjoy. After a conversation with him and permission from Henry. She pointed to the bed. “Up.”
He knelt on the bed, constantly tracking her, and settled himself in a loose waiting pose with his arms in front. A puppy’s slouching sit .
“Good boy.” Rougher breathing made for growlier commands. She pushed her palm against his chest. “Lie down.”
He sprawled back on the bed, his arms wide, one leg bent at the knee. His athleticism made him sleek in all the right ways, lean but thick, defined and inviting.
She climbed over him slowly, on her hands and knees, and licked under his jaw, inhaling the cozy pine scent he exuded. He squirmed beneath her. She slipped her fingers through the ring on his chest and used the hold as leverage to lower herself against his lap. His cock jumped, nestled between her thighs, heating her to a molten center. This was gonna be torture.
Digging at her back, she grabbed the two tattoo body markers she’d jammed in the tiny skirt’s waistband. Good find, those—who knew Henry kept a pack of them in the playroom dresser? She might have exaggerated the motions needed to grab them, but rubbing against Jay’s cock was A, delightful, and B, making him whimper so beautifully.
She uncapped the green marker, Jay turning his head and following her as she pressed the tip to his left arm. “My sensitive stud.” Her flowing script extended from his shoulder to his elbow. “So thoughtful .” She wrote each word as she spoke, dragging it out on her tongue to let her hand finish. “And caring. ”
Both upper arms and one lower filled. He laughed as she added sugar fiend to his other forearm, his abs rippling against her legs as he tried and failed to stay silent. A quick slide back and forth across his cock changed his tune to a moan. He wrapped his hands in the sheets.
“Having trouble holding on?” She whispered the question a hairsbreadth from his mouth, teasing him with a kiss that wouldn’t come. “Something you wanted to say, pet?”
He lifted her with his hips, just a little. “Wanted you to know how much I’m enjoying this, Mistress.”
She ground against him, hissing as the ridge of his cock hit her clit just right. “Oh, I’m aware.” She set the point of the red marker against his collarbone. “ Hot as fuck fresh from the shower. ” She’d started too big; the last word crammed all together on a downward slide next to his harness. “ Empathetic .” She didn’t technically have to encircle his nipples with words, but they were right there. Curling her body to form the letters dragged her breasts and her hair against him, mixing the best of sensation with the best of praise. “ One fine stud .”
“I could show you,” he pleaded.
“But I have so much skin left to cover.” She granted him the kiss this time, pushing forward, pressing his head into the mattress, fierce and claiming like Henry would’ve been. “Can’t leave the job half-finished.”
She turned around. He groaned, and heat washed through her. She flattened herself down along his legs, holding the marker to the top of his foot, absolutely one-hundred percent flashing her bare ass at him as she rolled her hips over his cock.
“ Strong .” Down one foot. “ Loyal. ” Down the other. His calves, his thighs—she pushed herself into straddling him as she got closer, nudging his legs farther apart so she could write in the soft skin of his inner thighs. “ Patient .” That one got a laughing moan. “ Irreplaceable.”
She spun once more and gazed into his eyes as she scrawled mine across his chest. Her whole body throbbed with her whooshing heartbeat. More important, Jay lay open and trusting beneath her, as relaxed as a man could be when his every muscle strained for her.
“So for a wonderful man like that, an angel of a husband, a devil of a submissive, I have a question.” Resting her crossed arms on his harness, she nuzzled his cheeks and left lip prints with her kisses. “Would you rather fuck or be fucked, husband of mine?”
He shuddered head to toe. She might have miscalculated, gotten him too close to the edge. Or he might flip their positions and fuck her. Henry would have—probably before she’d finished three words, only he would’ve snatched the markers away then and written on her while denying her satisfaction. But Jay shook his head, whispering, “You know I want both. Whichever pleases you more, Mistress.”
“Mmm.” The low hum felt so decadent in her throat. That technique from Henry’s playbook she could steal again and again. “My choice, then.”
She rolled off him in a flash, his whimper almost musical as she strode to the dresser. He lay unmoving, covered in her praise, his arms and legs outflung. Those quick-release straps Henry had first used to tie her down would look fabulous on Jay. Not tonight; she lacked permission for bondage, with good reason. But she wouldn’t have thought to ask until this moment, the power of Jay’s vulnerable obedience surging through her. Being tied down, love. Doing the tying down? Going on the list.
As she ripped open the adjustable closure, the Santa skirt dropped to the floor. She flipped back the last fold in the towel and grabbed her harness with its slim cock.
Easing up on his elbows, Jay watched her with his mouth open and his gaze hungry. “Thank you, Mistress.”
She rearranged the fit half a dozen times, taking slow steps back to the bed. Hopefully he took it for teasing, making him wait. Mostly she needed to get past the nerves swirling in her stomach. She’d only fucked Jay in front of Henry so far. And only from behind.
But she wanted that face-to-face connection. The deep love on Jay’s face when Henry had fucked him on Valentine’s. The first time she’d believed such a thing existed. She would hold him down and give him all the pleasure she could manage, thrilled to be the one to grant that pleasure, to put that whine in his throat and that glaze in his eyes.
She tapped his heel and dragged her finger under loyal along his foot. “Knees up, stud.”
He folded himself into a crunch, his leash dangling off the side of his chest, as she notched herself between his legs. Swallowing hard, she whispered, “Hold yourself open for me, sweetheart.”
Grabbing his ass with both hands, he spread his cheeks wide. His breathing filled her ears.
She held the lube high, a shimmering waterfall like spider silk cascading down. He whimpered as it landed, and she rubbed the head of her cock in small circles against his opening. Dipped the tip in. More lube, because Henry said more was always better with toys. Steadying the base with her hand, she pushed forward and sank.
Eyelids fluttering, Jay sighed. “You—fuck—” He hissed and curled toward her. “Needed this.”
Reaching his mouth to kiss him would be challenging. She wedged a hand between his elbow and his hip, balancing herself on the mattress, and took hold of his cock in the other. “We both need this.”
Stroking slowly, she paced her thrusts. Jay lay… enraptured. This was how she looked to Henry. Cheeks pinking. Eyes wide, dazed, pupils dilated even in dim lamplight. Mouth half-forming words only to give up and issue soft pleas for more.
She rocked her hips faster, snugging her thighs against him, pinning his hands. The base of her cock bumped her clit on every thrust, hitting like a jolt of caffeine. “I love you, Jay. Every amazing inch of you, everything in your heart and mind, every ounce of your soul.”
He wore her praise proudly, the words she’d been listing all day inked into his skin. He wore his harness, the marker of his service to her, to Henry. He lay beneath her, following her lead with his trusting, endless gaze, so earnest and true and loving. That was Valentine’s. That was everything.
The pitch of his whine rose. Scrabbling with her fingers, she found the end of his leash and pulled it taut. “I will love you until our sun flames out and the Earth falls into it, do you hear me?”
His cock glided through her grip as he arched, his snapping hips driving him onto her cock and into her hand by turns.
“You are mine forever , Jay.” She stared into his dark eyes, aiming her message at the deepest center of his mind, where he could never lose it. “For eternity.”
With a glorious moan, he erupted in her hand. All of his blazing tension scattered in drops across his stomach.
She slowed, then stopped, trembling with something lightheaded and unfamiliar. This was more than a room check. More than running part of Henry’s invention. This was Jay, blissed-out because of her planning and execution.
Panting, Jay gazed up at her. “P…pr…promise.”
“I promise.”
“No, me.” He sucked in a lungful of air. “Me. I promise. Me too. Love you forever.”
She slid free and stretched over him, sealing their pact with a kiss. For a few moments she rested atop him, letting his deep breaths rock her like waves. Thrusting was actually damn hard work; her hips would probably ache in the morning.
“Alice, for real, that was incredible.” He wrestled his hands out from under her knees and wrapped his arms around her back. Hot and sweaty, him and her both. “This week has been…”
“An unfair imposition by an uncaring universe?”
“I was gonna say rough, but sure, that.” He rolled his head sideways, and they laughed through another kiss. Never could get enough of those. “Thank you for this.”
“Who said this was over?” Squirming against him, she planted kisses along his neck. “I distinctly heard someone say they wanted both—and that I should do whatever pleased me.”
He dug his hands into her back with gratifying glee. “You mean—”
“We’re only half finished, stud.”