“Good god … Jay!” His fingers dug into her hips and pressed her into the mattress.

  She groaned against Brendon’s mouth. At the same time, she swiveled her hips and contracted her vaginal muscles around him.

  ****

  Already on the edge from playing with Jay, Brendon knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. He pounded ruthlessly into her, over and over. His balls tightened, and cum boiled hot and ready for an orgasm he knew would blow his mind.

  “Come, Jay. Come now!” he commanded.

  Brendon shuddered and shouted, “Oh god, blue jay!” as he lost the fight.

  When Jay’s orgasm hit, her screams echoed off the walls. Her eyes rolled back and her face turned serene. The beauty of her pleasure consumed him.

  Slowly he pulled from Jay, removed the condom and threw it in the trash. Together, they sank to the bed, limp and exhausted. Physically, Brendon was spent.

  He reached for her bound wrists and quickly untied them. The skin was red and slightly chafed. She might have some faint marks the next day, but nothing beyond that. For a few minutes, he massaged the tender area, easing the blood flow back to normal. Reluctantly, he released her hands, and Jay curled into his embrace, the heat from her body seeping into his weary frame.

  Brendon stroked the side of Jay’s face, tucking her hair behind her ear. Her eyelids fluttered, but she kept them closed. He sensed she was hovering on the edge of consciousness and deep sleep.

  Damn. It was hard not to think about wanting to keep her, how greedy he was to think about two little subs under his command. Christ, he’d need to start taking Viagra to keep up with his two imps. Still, the knowing smile spread over his face.

  He’d had but a taste of Jay’s submission and he wanted more.

  Life was damn, fucking perfect.

  Chapter Four

  Brendon glanced up at Ryan, who hesitated at the kitchen door.

  Brendon hooked his finger at him. Immediately Ryan went through and knelt at Brendon’s feet.

  “Did you like your gift, Master?” There was an element of concern in Ryan’s expression.

  “She is exquisite, thank you.” He leant forward and Ryan eagerly accepted his Master’s kiss.

  “Where is she?” Ryan kept his gaze steady.

  “I took her home to sleep. The session was intense for her first time, but I was very impressed.” Thinking about both his subs together had him hard again.

  “So, you’re going to keep her?” Ryan’s gaze was expectant, as a child who had brought home a puppy and was begging his parents to let him keep it.

  “I think one collared sub, under my roof, is enough trouble, don’t you think?”

  “But you want to, don’t you? I know I’m not enough for you; I knew Jay would meet your needs, perfectly.”

  He studied Ryan’s face and could see he was eager for this. There was not an ounce of jealousy or regret.

  “You’ve been enough for me, for years, pet.”

  “Jay’s special. You really want to let her get away? What if another Dom sees her potential and snaps her up?” He almost sounded urgent.

  Brendon smiled. “You really want to share me with another sub?”

  Ryan nodded. “It’s not sharing, Master, more a belonging. I think Jay needs you as much as you need her.” Brendon already had a suspicion that Ryan knew he wouldn’t say no. He had a taste of Ryan’s sweet, young friend. She was smart, beautiful and a perfect complement to what he had with Ryan.

  Ryan also seemed to know Brendon wouldn’t let anyone else take her.

  “Make sure she’s here tomorrow evening. I enjoyed her, and it was intense for Jay. You’d best have her around for dinner, before I go any further. You did well educating her, but women need a different kind of training.”

  Ryan’s triumphant smile, made Brendon chuckle.

  “Thank you, Master. You won’t regret it.”

  “I may not, but you may, pet. Dungeon, now. I am damn hard, and I want you bent over the horse.”

  Ryan was off his knees and quickly headed down the hallway, stripping off as he went.

  ****

  Jay was daydreaming again, and she’d wrongly filed her fifth book.

  “Earth to Jay, hello?”

  Emma was waving her hand in front of Jay’s face. “What’s wrong with you today?” Jay blinked, feeling the heat rise into her cheeks.

  “Good gracious, it’s a man, isn’t it? Who are you mooning over this time?”

  Jay looked down at the books in her hand and set them down on the re-shelving trolley. “I’m not mooning, just remembering.”

  “Must have been a hot date last night. I thought you were going out with Ryan.”

  It was more than hot—intense, wonderful, Jay had no idea sex could be like that, that she could be so aroused by being tied up, made to beg for her release. Once she came, her orgasm had been mind blowing, life altering.

  What amazed her was how tender Brendon was afterward. He’d soothed her down and he’d actually carried her up to his bedroom to rest. She had always loved Ryan, but she was in great danger of falling madly in love with Ryan’s master. But that had been his design, a new sub for his Master—her.

  “Yes and no.” She glanced down to a book in her hand, re-checking the spine-label, before moving off to find the right shelf in the library.

  “Hang on a sec, you can’t leave me hanging like that.” Emma followed. “I’ve never known you to be so vague.”

  Jay slid another book onto the shelf, before glancing down at the one in her hand. “It wasn’t a date. I was just keeping a promise. I really don’t want to talk about it.” Or how her body still throbbed from Brendon’s touch, her skin slightly sore from his nipping teeth and how she craved to do it again.

  “Okay fine.” Emma gave her an offended glare, swiveling around on her heals, walking away in a huff.

  Emma already forgotten, Jay pondered over her reactions to last night’s session.

  You’re a natural little sub, blue jay. Brendon’s words echoed in her head. Everything she knew about BDSM was from Ryan and what he told her about Brendon. It had confused her at first, her friend’s choice to go into the lifestyle. But the love and devotion she saw in her friend’s eyes made her both happy and envious.

  She wanted a little slice of the happiness she saw on her friend’s face. Now, it was all crumbling apart in their hands.

  “There’s the new little sub.”

  Jay swung around in horror and Ryan caught the books before they thumped loudly to the ground. He had a shit-eating grin on his face.

  “We did it, or I should say you did it. You made Master very happy.”

  Jay let out a relived breath, before setting down the books and hugging him tightly. “I only did what you taught me. It wasn’t anything like I expected.”

  “It never is, but he wants you to come for dinner this evening—think you’ll be recovered by then?” He smirked, tugging at the scarf on her neck.

  Jay shoved his hand away. “You sure it’s okay? About what he … we did.”

  “Oh just say it, he fucked you. And, by the looks of it, properly too; you’ve been needing to get laid for a long time. So don’t start with any guilt trips. We’ve been over this a hundred times. I am in no way jealous.”

  “So, when are you going to tell him your news?”

  Her heart ached as Ryan’s face fell, and his eyes dulled over slightly. She gently squeezed his arm.

  “Once we’ve got you settled, then I will.”

  “It’s not fair to Brendon. He needs to know, to prepare as well.” She swallowed down her heart-sized lump in her throat. Ryan didn’t need to see her tears.

  “I know. I can see it in his eyes. He wants to keep you, but he needs to work out the control dynamics, before he fully commits.”

  “Okay, I’m trusting you on this. He won’t like the fact you’re lying to him.”

  “Master is sharp. He’ll soon figure out something is else is up, other than you. I’ll know when the time is right.”

  Jay nodded. Damn, why did it have to be so hard? Why did she have to accept that her very best friend would not always be there for her? It wasn’t fair; she wanted to rage against every God at the injustice of it.

  “C’mon, take me to lunch. Your smiles always make me feel better.”

  Jay let her lips curl up, giving him her best loving smile, which wasn’t hard. How did he always make her feel better? “They’re yours for as long as you need them.”

  “Until the end of my days.”

  ****

  Delicious smells wafted from the kitchen, making Brendon’s stomach growl with hunger. Ryan was going to extra lengths for a special dinner. Slowly, he came down the stairs, Fridays being the best days of the week, as neither of them needed to work. Although Brendon could support them both, Ryan loved his job as a part-time veterinarian’s assistant.

  Brendon quietly leaned against the doorframe, watching Ryan move fluidly around the kitchen, setting everything up, lighting candles and checking his favorite dish of beef stroganoff.

  Brendon frowned when he saw Ryan pause to rub his temple in obvious discomfort. Ryan reached up to the medicine cabinet and pulled out a box of over the counter pain pills. Ryan’s hands trembled as he hastily popped the pills from their packet, swallowing them down with a swig of wine.

  “Another headache?”

  Ryan startled, swung around as guilt flushed his face. Brendon raised a curious eyebrow.

  “Yes, sorry, I don’t want to spoil this evening, Master. It’s nothing to worry about. The Panadol will help.”

  Ryan diverted his gaze, moving to stir the pot on the stove. Concerned for Ryan’s health, Brendon moved in and laid his hand over Ryan’s forehead. It hadn’t escaped his notice that Ryan’s headaches had increased over the past month.

  “You’re running hot. Are you okay?”

  “Yes, Master, maybe the start of a little cold, but I’m fine. I’m more worried about tonight and Jay.”

  Brendon knew he should push the subject. “If you don’t feel any better by morning, I want you to see a doctor.” His tone gave no leeway for argument.

  Ryan turned and looked him, directly in his eyes. “Yes, Master.”

  Ryan poured him a glass of wine and Brendon took it from his hands, before sitting down.

  “What made you hatch this little plan with Jay?” Brendon sipped the smooth burgundy liquid, enjoying the full-bodied aroma, as it ran over his tongue.

  “She’s been unhappy for such a long time. It didn’t seem fair to rub what we have in her face, all the time, although she would never admit to it.”

  “I did notice her self-image issue. I’ll never understand why beauties, like her, can feel so unworthy.”

  “Not entirely her fault. Her family is no help, when it comes to her self-esteem; her mother bitches constantly about her weight, and Jay has two younger, thinner sisters. Both of whom her mother dotes on.”

  “She mentioned a boyfriend, a while back?”

  “Asshole, Ben.” Ryan shook his shaggy sandy-brown mane.

  “That bad?”

  “He tore her heart out, brought her so fu—so low.”

  Brendon smiled, Ryan remembering not to swear for a second time.

  “Jay is beautiful inside and out, but she needs someone, other than me, to help her see that. Not to mention, she is even more submissive than me.”

  Brendon saw the ghost of a smile on Ryan’s face, as he bent to pull out the scalloped potatoes.

  “So why me? I know you know a few Doms who would take her, train her, help her to shine.” Not that Brendon wanted to let her go now.

  “I don’t trust anyone other than you, and she trusts me. And, more than anything…”

  Ryan placed the hot dish down, swept off the mitts, laying them on the bench, and moved towards Brendon, gracefully folding to his knees, gazing up at him with utter love and trust, which twisted at Brendon’s heart.

  “…I want my Master and Jay to be happy.”

  “I already have so much joy to be loved by you. Are you sure this is what Jay wants, what she needs?”

  “I would bet my very life on it.” Ryan’s tone was suddenly serious, and something else swirled in his sub’s hazel eyes. Something he couldn’t pinpoint.

  “You always do wear your heart on your sleeve.” He brushed the side of Ryan’s face, and the younger man leant into his touch. How he loved Ryan. Did he have room in his heart for another? Ryan was right. Jay was beautiful, and he did want to help her. “The question is, are you happy about this? Seeing me with her? Having to share?”

  Ryan smiled up at him. “I love you, and I love Jay; it’s not sharing when the mix is so perfect. I wouldn’t have thought it up if I didn’t want it.”

  He couldn’t see the downside to having her, other than it may get a little crowded in the shower. He couldn’t help the smile splitting his face. “Very well, we’ll keep her for a six month trial run, but I won’t have dissention in my home—no little subs plotting against their Master.”

  Ryan’s grin was brilliant, lighting his whole beautiful, boyish face. “Thank you, Master.”

  The doorbell rang, and Ryan waited for permission to rise from his knees.

  “Go ahead, answer the door, and let the lessons begin.”

  Chapter Five

  The spreader bar between Jay’s knees made her legs unstable. The only support was the rope wound around her arms, from above her elbow down to her wrist. Her arms were pulled behind her back and attached to another rope, strung from the dungeon’s ceiling hooks.

  She glanced down at the intricate crisscross of red and black rope on her skin. Even she had to admit it looked beautiful, the darker colors against her pale skin.

  Brendon had wound the softer, crimson rope around her generous breasts. It pushed her body forward, so they hung suspended, while her ass jutted out, exposed and vulnerable.

  She trembled as Brendon’s large hand caressed her ass cheeks, running a single finger down her cleft.

  “I’m going to take this virgin ass of yours, today.”

  He had been tormenting her all week, about how he would take her ass, fuck her so hard the whole country would hear her scream. He and Ryan had prepared her with various sized butt plugs. Brendon would keep her on the peak of arousal, not allowing her to come, until he was buried deep in her dark channel.

  After a week of utter frustration, Ryan assured her the suffering would be worth it. Her torment increased, as she was forced to watch Ryan sink to his knees and lovingly give his Master a blowjob. Listening to their moans and whimpers of pleasure made her desire flame to an almost unbearable level.

  Brendon was careful not to put either Jay or Ryan out of their comfort zones. He never asked Ryan to do anything sexual to her, or she to Ryan, but often they would work together to pleasure their Master.

  One morning, Brendon lay back casually on the bed, a smile on his lips, as Ryan taught her the finer art of sucking their Master’s cock. It took her a few tries, before she was able to relax her throat muscles enough to take Brendon’s cock, nearly all the way in, without choking. When she succeeded—Brendon rewarded her by gripping the back of her head and fucking her throat until he came.

  During her training, Brendon pushed her to new heights she’d never believed possible, which only left her craving more.

  It was more than just sex, more than control. They ate dinner together, talked, even relaxed after sessions, lounging on a comfortable sofa in the large living room and in front of Brendon’s big, plasma television. It was fun getting to know Brendon and his funny quirks. She would have never pegged the straight-laced solicitor as being a Trekkie.

  When she teased both Ryan and Brendon about being closet nerds, they both attacked and tickled her, until she begged for mercy.

  Brendon insisted she bring clothes over and stay nights, only there was a “no clothes” rule in the bedroom.

  When she tried to back out, Ryan gave her a pouty look and Brendon glared, making her give in to what they wanted. Sweetly, they praised and caressed her body, giving her a new found self-confidence. She felt important, sexy and most of all, loved.

  She knew Ryan loved her without reserve as she loved him, their deeper friendship making her heart ache even more.

  Anytime she tried to broach the subject of Ryan telling Brendon about his condition, he pleaded with her to wait, as they were all so happy.

  The sharp stinging slap on her left ass cheek brought her mind back to the present.

  “You wandered, blue jay.”

  “Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.”

  “What were you thinking about?”

  She swallowed, knowing he wouldn’t settle for anything but the truth. The truth was she and Ryan were both lying to him.

  “I … I was thinking … uh … about the past week.”

  Brendon walked around her. He was dressed in black leather pants and solid, shit-kicker boots, his chest bare, displaying his wonderfully defined chest, strong and well-defined shoulders and arms. Power oozed from the man, making her mouth water and fueling her desire to kneel at his feet, whether he asked it of her, or not.

  “And?” He cupped her chin, lifting her eyes to meet his.

  “I want more,” she whispered, feeling the heat fuse into her cheeks.

  Ryan chuckled softly from the corner, bound to the cross bar on the back wall.

  Brendon’s gaze rounded on him and he fell silent.

  “I know that, little one. Tell me what you’re feeling.” He squatted down, leveling their heights.

  “I don’t want it to end. I don’t ever want to go back to … to—”

  “A normal sex life, not that you had much of one before, but that isn’t what I asked.” He reached down, pinching a nipple between his fingers.

  Her hips jerked forward with the bite of pain. “Remember what we talked about. I need to know everything in your head, Jay.”

  “I feel stronger, more in tune with life, with myself.”

  “Are you beautiful, blue jay?”

 

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