Another way (10 page)

“I’m covered in jizz,” he said after a few minutes, and my heart rate had returned almost to normal.

I snorted with laughter and he started to giggle too.

“That’s disgusting,” I said.

“I know. We need to move before it starts to congeal and glue us together by our pubes.”

I laughed even harder as we rolled toward the edge of the bed, then carefully peeled apart.

“Gross,” I giggled and Will pushed my shoulder.

“I am not gross,” he said, mock-offended.

We argued good-naturedly for a few moments about who would get to shower first, then I just got in with him—partly to annoy him, even though I had a sneaking suspicion that it was what he wanted all along. It took a fair amount of scrubbing to remove two loads of come and lube from my stomach and happy trail, and for some reason both of us found this hilarious. It really was like being a teenager again.

“I have to be up early for work in the morning,” I said as I got dressed again. “I’m sorry I can’t hang out.”

“No, that’s okay,” he said, pulling on a pair of loose black pants and a white tank. I nearly drooled at the sight of him—and he knew it. “The party is on Saturday night. You don’t have to come, but you said to let you know when it was, so….” Will ran his fingers through his wet hair nervously.

“I’ll be there if I can,” I promised. “I should get going before your parents get home.” I winked.

“Yeah,” he laughed. “It was a good scene, Jesse.”

“Definitely,” I agreed. “Good night.”

“Night, Jesse.”

Chapter Seven

T
HE
play party rolled around quicker than I could make a decision about whether or not I wanted to be involved, so by the time I left to head over there, I figured I’d just watch this time. It was sort of a contradiction, not wanting to play at a play party, and I was aware of that, but we weren’t at a place in our relationship where I was comfortable with the idea of letting other people inside the bubble that we had created for ourselves. So I turned up on his doorstep with a couple of bottles of beer—my own insurance policy to say that I wouldn’t get involved. One of Will’s biggest rules was not to mix domination and alcohol.

“Hey,” he greeted me as I came through the kitchen door. It was just more familiar to me to come in through the back door. So to speak.

“Hi,” I said and let him pull me into a one-armed man hug. “It’s good to see you.”

“I’m glad you came,” he said, looking genuinely happy. “Go on through. Laura’s here, she was asking about you. I’ll be around later. I need to mingle.”

Laura was sitting in Will’s lone armchair, the one big enough for us both to snuggle in. It was clear that she wasn’t in full Domme mode from the way she was dressed, but her tight black jeans and blood-red corset certainly made her fit in better than I did. Suddenly, I felt underdressed in loose blue jeans and my long-sleeve gray shirt.

“Mistress,” I said, somewhat cheekily as I approached her with a big smile.

“You little shit,” she laughed. “Come here and give me a hug. Where the hell have you been hiding? I haven’t seen you in months!”

“I haven’t been hiding,” I said honestly. “I just thought you’d probably have your hands full at the moment.”

“I do,” she nodded solemnly. “This is the first time I’ve been out since I had the girls.”

“How old are they now?” I asked.

“Ten months. Steven is looking after them both for the evening.”

Steven was the husband who had been so welcoming to me when I was his wife’s submissive. He worked as a physiotherapist, and we’d always been friendly, although I had always been a little intimidated by him. In the end, Laura had chosen him over me, as I knew she’d always have to do sooner or later.

I automatically sat on the floor next to her chair. Some habits die hard. Another sub approached us, a boy I wasn’t familiar with, and he dropped his head meekly as he stood before Laura.

“Can I get you a drink, Mistress?”

“Diet soda. Lots of ice,” she said simply, barely acknowledging the boy. She knew her act well. “I’m still nursing.” Laura shrugged apologetically at my beer.

“That’s okay. I’m not sure many people are drinking tonight anyway.”

“Will’s parties are by invitation only,” Laura explained. “There are enough voyeurs and exhibitionists around that alcohol isn’t banned, per se, but if someone is drinking, it’s sort of a sign that they won’t be playing. I doubt if Will will drink at all, and he’ll have another DM here as well, even though he’s the one in charge.”

“What’s a DM?”

“Oh, sweetie, I wish I could have taken you out to play,” Laura sighed, her hand smoothing my hair back from my face. “I forget how naïve you are. The DM is the dungeon master. Or mistress. They’re the unofficial bouncer for the evening; they make sure everyone behaves themselves. I’m guessing you won’t play tonight? I’m surprised to see you here at all.”

“I won’t play, no,” I said, toying with the paper label on my bottle. “Master had a session with Shannon a few weeks ago that he let me watch, and she mentioned about tonight. I think I wanted to prove to him that I can support him in things like this, even if I won’t be public about our relationship.”

“Not every D/s couple plays in public, Jesse.”

“I know that,” I said defensively.

“Good. I’m glad you know your own limits well enough to know that this is something you don’t want to be pushed on. I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you.” Laura always gave me plenty to think about.

The boy returned with Laura’s drink, and she smiled in approval as he walked away from her. I laughed at her obviousness as Will joined us.

“Shit, guys, it’s been a long time since I’ve had someone on their knees for me,” she said as she took a long pull of her soda.

“You can borrow my boy if you want,” Will said. I wasn’t sure if he was entirely joking.

“I’m not sure Steven would appreciate that,” I told him.

“Steven doesn’t mind,” Laura said. “As long as it’s not him who I’m asking to be whipped and restrained, he’s happy.”

“I still can’t believe you ended up with such a vanilla guy,” Will said warmly, sitting on the arm of the chair.

“We fit,” Laura said simply. “He’s had to make a lot of compromises to be with me, too, you know. He accepts who I am… I wasn’t joking when I said that he is okay for me to be involved in the scene as long as I don’t ask him to join me.”

“Has he ever subbed for you?” I asked.

“No,” she laughed. “Steven really is the most nonkinky man you’ll ever find.”

We talked for a while longer before Will excused both of us to get new drinks. Once we were in the relative privacy of the kitchen, he got much closer to me.

“There’s a possibility of me doing a demo tonight,” Will said with his hand on my lower back, steadying me. “How do you feel about that?”

I winced. “I don’t know.”

“Okay. It doesn’t matter if I don’t. Laura will happily take over for me, I already checked with her.”

“Oh.”

“Jesse,” he leaned into my personal space. I welcomed the invasion. “I will spank a reaction out of you if I have to.”

“Shit,” I murmured as my body responded to his words. “Who would you be doing it with? What’s the demo?”

“That’s better,” he chuckled. “It would be with Cooper. A rope bondage workshop.”

“Who’s Cooper?”

“The boy who got a drink for Laura earlier.”

I was hyperaware that his hand had crept under the hem of my T-shirt to stroke the hot skin of my lower back. It made it hard for me to think, but eventually the mental image of a lean, toned blond boy came back to me. My Master wanted to tie this guy up? No freaking way.

“I don’t think I’m comfortable with that.”

“Thank you,” Will said, and I got the impression his words held more weight than an outsider might hear. I raised an eyebrow at him in question. “You’ve given me a great excuse,” he said with a wry smile.

“Is it a problem?”

“No, not at all,” he said, stroking my skin languidly with his thumb.

“Okay, good. I still want to watch, though.”

“Me too,” Will said. “I might learn something.”

It was very disconcerting having other people in
our
playroom, where Laura was setting up her demo. I helped her sort out the lengths of rope, more familiar with the surroundings there than she was, although working with Laura again was nice. She didn’t ask me to call her Mistress; I was her equal now.

“You and Will seem very happy together,” she commented as she let her hair loose to redo it in one of the full-length mirrors.

“Shannon said the same thing,” I laughed.

“Well, it’s true. You’re a great match, if I do say so myself.”

“Thanks.”

“Jesse,” she said in a very deliberate tone. I caught her eye in the mirror.

Laura sighed and walked over to the playroom door, closing it softly so no one could overhear our conversation. She sat down carefully on the edge of the play table, balancing herself in the tight corset that wrapped around her waist.

“I brought you into this world,” she started, looking around the room. “So I feel responsible for watching out for you, even though we’re not in a relationship any longer.”

I smiled at her and nodded, hopping up onto the table next to her. “You mean a lot to me, Laura. You’re like my big sister. No, scratch that, Jennifer and I hate each other.”

She laughed and dropped her head sideways so it rested on my shoulder. “Jesse, you’re in love with him.”

I could have protested. Or argued. But I didn’t. I didn’t say anything.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she sighed. “Don’t talk, just listen to me for a minute, okay?”

My silence was her answer.

“I’m guessing that you haven’t broken up with Adele, because you would have told me if you had. I supported the fact that you continued your relationship with her while we were together because I was clearly giving you something that you needed. When we met, Jesse, I knew right away that you’d be the most beautiful submissive. You
own
that title. It’s always been clear to you that being a sub doesn’t indicate any kind of mental or physical weakness.

“Because of the nature of these kinds of relationships, it’s not uncommon for a sub to fall in love with their Dom. That was never a problem for us because I’m so totally committed to my husband. Those boundaries were easy for us to abide by.”

I went to speak, but she pressed a finger to my lips. “Shh. You can’t have them both, sweetheart. It’s not the same as being with me at the same time as you were with her. There is something very special and very beautiful between you and Will, and I’ve never met Adele, so I can’t comment on your relationship with her. But she doesn’t deserve this.”

“Can I say something now?”

“Sure,” she laughed.

“Will asked me to be his boyfriend.”

“Oh,” Laura said lightly. “What did you say?”

“I said I needed to think about it.”

“When was this?”

“Over two months ago.” She hit me around the back of the head. Hard. “Ow! Fuck! What was that for?”

“For leaving the poor man hanging for over two months!”

“Can’t argue with that,” I muttered, rubbing the sore spot on my head. “It hasn’t affected our D/s relationship.”

“Like fuck it hasn’t!” she exclaimed.

“It hasn’t!” I argued.

“Do you have feelings for him?”

“Yes.” Admitting it out loud made me feel sick.

“And he has feelings for you?”

“Yes.”

“Where do your feelings for Adele come into this?”

“I don’t know!” I wailed. “I don’t want to hurt her.”

“This is hurting her more than breaking up with her would.”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe my fucking ass.”

“For such a beautiful woman, you’ve got a dirty mouth, you know that?” I said sarcastically.

“You’re getting a spanking for that,” she said calmly.

There was a light knock at the door. Laura raised an eyebrow at me.

“Answer it,” was her command.

I hopped off the table and opened the door to Master.

“I was wondering what was taking you so long,” he said with a smile.

“We were talking,” Laura said in her light, sweet voice. “Your submissive needs a spanking, Master Will.”

“Oh, does he? What did he do?”

“Just a disrespectful tone,” she said.

“Feel free to take it out on him yourself if you like.”

“I might do that, actually. It’s been a long time since I turned a pretty ass pink.”

“Well, I was just checking on your progress. We’ll start the demo in about ten minutes, if that’s okay with you?” Master said.

“Plenty of time. Drop your pants, boy.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I said softly as Will left us to it. It was so easy to fall back into the headspace of being Laura’s boy; she truly cared for me, I’d never doubted that. But she wasn’t my Mistress. Not anymore.

I bent over the table, placing my hands firmly, palms down, for balance and spreading my legs. She tugged my black boxer briefs down until the waistband was cutting into the top of my thighs, uncomfortable as it trapped my cock.

Laura rubbed my ass with a smooth, gentle motion, then let loose with three sharp slaps that had me yelping. Her smaller hands left a more stinging slap than Master’s larger, thudding blows. She hummed happily at my response and steadily spanked over the whole of my ass for at least a couple of minutes. There was no respite. She was amazing.