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  “No, Mistress, I would never dare presume such a thing.” Antony dropped back to his heels, his head lowered so she could no longer see his face. “We’ve talked a few times about adding a third. I thought in the next few weeks, we could try it. That way, when I’m gone, you don’t have to be alone.”

  * * * *

  Jenna froze as she considered her slave/mate’s gift. The thought of another man in their bed, at her beck and call, always had turned her on. “Is he willing to submit to a woman? In all ways?”

  She turned her attention to the man, surprised to see his head still lowered. His cock was hard, rivaling Antony’s in length, but his shaft was thicker. He was also uncircumcised where Antony was beautifully cut.

  “He’s very submissive. I topped him earlier.”

  “In what way?”

  Jenna was surprised when her pussy clenched, then overflowed with her juices. That was not something that happened very often, mainly because she didn’t allow herself to relax enough to feel horny. But Antony’s idea of bringing another man into their lives was a very interesting proposal.

  “He became aroused at the pub. I told him to jerk off, and he did so without question. But he is a novice and needs training. If he takes some time off his job, I could work with him before I leave. I don’t want you to be alone while I’m gone, Mistress. It will be too stressful for both of us. If Gentry is here with you, I wouldn’t worry so much.”

  “Gentry?” Jenna smiled. “You brought Gentry home to be our third?” Her eyes went back to the blonde curls. Yes, now she recognized them, though usually they were shorter and more controlled with product.

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  Sidestepping, Jenna laced her fingers through Gentry’s golden curls. “Look at me,” she ordered softly.

  She found herself looking into the sky-blue eyes of Antony’s best friend, the man she always likened to an angel. Blond, blue-eyed with perfectly symmetrical features. He was the exact opposite of her darkly rugged Antony.

  “Gentry, is this true? Do you want to be a sex slave?”

  * * * *

  Not sure how to answer, Gentry turned to look at Antony. Jenna’s fingers pulled at his hair, but the pain seemed to add another layer to the lust that had been building since they’d left the restaurant. A sexual hunger like he’d never felt before knotted the base of his stomach and thrummed through his balls. He had to swallow to keep from drooling as Jenna’s scent of woman and arousal wrapped around him, pulling him into whatever sexual web she was weaving.

  Antony met her gaze and gave him a slight nod. “Answer her.”

  Turning back at Jenna, Gentry swallowed again. “I’ve always known there was something missing in my relationships. When Antony told me I needed a strong woman, one I could take care of and who would call the shots, I got so horny I couldn’t move without coming in my jeans,” he answered honestly, knowing that Jenna deserved the truth. “I don’t know much about domination and submission or masters and slaves. All I know is that I like it a lot when a woman tells me what to do.”

  “A babe in the woods. That will be your name while you are with us. Babe. You will call me Lady or Lady J. We take the term Mistress very serious in this house. It is a term of love, not just a title. Do you understand?”

  Gentry nodded. “I’m babe, and you’re Lady. What should I call Antony?”

  “You will call him Antony. We’ll discuss the future at a later time. Do you both understand?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” Antony said. “Thank you for your indulgence.”

  “Yes, Lady,” Gentry answered, though he really didn’t.

  “Very good. What is this?” She picked up the folded paper in front of Gentry.

  “My test results. I tested clean last month. I thought you’d want to see it.”

  Jenna nodded. “Very smart, babe. You are very right. Antony has shown you ours?”

  “Yes, Lady.”

  “Very good. Now what’s for dinner? It smells delicious.” Gentry trembled with excitement as Jenna ran her fingers through his curls once more before walking away.

  Chapter 3

  Dinner was delicious, and Gentry slowly relaxed over the chicken and rice dish that Antony had thrown together. She could tell he wasn’t used to being naked. He might lounge around in boxers or shorts, but he was conservative enough not to walk around stark naked, especially in front of others. Then to do the simple act of sharing a meal and getting to know a woman known for her kinky business side, the man’s brain was probably stewing in sex juice. By the end of the meal, his answers were down to single syllables, usually only in response to a direct question.

  He needed relief, and so did she. She’d tested her limits of self-control, now it was time to test his. She wanted to touch this blue-eyed angel and see how he would respond to her orders, even if just for an evening. Finally she stood with the short silk robe she’d changed into swishing against her legs.

  “Come with me, babe. Pet, load the dishwasher, and take care of the leftovers, but don’t worry about the rest. Then you may join us.” Jenna took Gentry by the hand and led him out of the kitchen.

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  Gentry didn’t respond but didn’t fight her, either. But his free hand did drop to try and conceal his rock-hard cock. Once in the bedroom, Jenna released the hand she held and it, too, dropped to cover his groin.

  “Hands by your sides.” Jenna ordered as she crossed to the bed and pulled the covers off and carried them to an empty corner. “Have you ever been tied up before?”

  “No.” Gentry sounded shocked, though out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flicker of interest as he thought about it.

  She looked at him with one eyebrow cocked. He met her gaze evenly.

  “Babe, I expect you to answer properly and in more than one word sentences.”

  He nodded. “No, Lady, no one has ever tied me up.”

  “Good boy. Have any of your women spanked you?” “One did, Lady.”

  “And did you like it?” He was telling the truth, but she found she learned more from what wasn’t being said than the actual words spoken. Instead of looking in his face, she saw his cock twitch.

  “Yes, Lady. She spanked me, and I came right away.”

  “Have you ever been with a man?” Jenna opened the black lacquered armoire in the corner and pulled out padded leather wrist and ankle cuffs.

  “No, Lady. I’ve never been into guys.”

  “Would you be willing to try?”

  Gentry shrugged, but she could see he was thinking about it. Maybe in the future, after he joined their little family. For tonight she would keep things simple.

  Jenna nodded. “How about pain? Do you like pain?”

  “No, Lady. I don’t deal real well with pain,” he admitted softly, his head dropping. “I tend to pass out if I hurt too badly.”

  “How bad is too bad? Hold out your hands.” She laid the ankle cuffs on the bed.

  He obeyed at once, extending his wrists and holding them steady while she wrapped the cuffs around them. “I slammed my thumb with a hammer and passed out. When my head hit the floor, I gave myself a concussion. Had to spend two days in the hospital because there wasn’t anyone at home to take care of me.”

  “Good, babe. Very good. So you like spanking but a lot of pain and you’ll pass out?”

  “Yes, Lady.”

  Jenna nodded as she dropped her robe to the floor without further comment and smiled when she heard a low groan from the man watching her every move.

  * * * *

  Gentry wondered if it was possible to die from a hard-on.

  Even though he’d jerked off at the restaurant, he was so hard his cock hurt. He wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to hold off his impending climax. It wouldn’t take much to send him over the edge, maybe a touch of her small hands with their burgundy nails. A stroke. A kiss of her lips to the head of his cock.

  Trying to focus on the conversation did little to distr
act him from the painful state of his erection. When Lady dropped her robe as if it was nothing, he groaned as his balls tightened so much he thought they were trying to crawl up into his body.

  She was beautiful. He’d known that before without seeing her naked. Now he wondered if she’d ever thought of doing a centerfold spread for a men’s magazine because she had the body for it. She was a tiny thing, only five and a half feet or so, but every inch was packed with dynamite. Her breasts stood full and proud with coral-colored nipples. Muscular without being grossly ripped, her belly lay flat, her hips flared just right, and her legs were long and curvy. A man could easily die between those legs.

  Once again, Gentry found himself afraid to move for fear of shooting off as she crossed the room to a dresser where Antony had laid a pile of white washcloths earlier. She picked up one from the stack, then walked back to stand just in front of him.

  “Do you need to come, babe? Are you feeling so horny that any touch to your cock would set you off?” She murmured as she eased closer and closer, but never close enough to touch him.

  “Yes, Lady,” Gentry panted, wishing he had the backbone to push this woman to her knees and thrust his cock between her full, luscious lips.

  “How do you want to come?” she purred as she raised both hands to his face. She brushed her fingertips from his temple down the side of his face to his jaw, then back again.

  “Lady?”

  “Do you want to stroke yourself off? Do you want me to stroke you off? Do you want me to suck you off? How do you want to get off?”

  “But, I thought…” Gentry began but couldn’t finish the statement. He didn’t know what he thought. His brain was shorting out, all thoughts centered on his cock and her lips.

  He colored further when his Lady began to laugh. “Sweet babe, this isn’t about torturing you. Yes, I’m dominant and need to be in charge, but I hate seeing anyone in pain like you so obviously are. Tonight is about seeing how compatible we are. It’s a test, for all of us,” she murmured as her hands drifted to his shoulders. “I’m not going to deny you sex, but you need to come. Now, tell me how you want to get off?”

  Gentry dropped his gaze to her lips. “In your mouth, please, Lady.”

  “That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” She smiled her approval as she gracefully knelt before him. “Spread your legs shoulder-width apart, babe.”

  Gentry started when Antony walked in and sat down on the bed. He shifted his legs wider as Lady ran her hands up the outsides of his thighs from kneecaps to hip joints, drawing his attention back where it needed to be, on her.

  “Put your cock in my mouth, sweet babe. Hold off as long as you can, but you are free to come whenever you need to,” she murmured as her palms brushed his skin, around his hips to his ass.

  Gentry grabbed his cock and aimed for her open mouth. He groaned as her tongue slipped out and wet her lips in preparation. He fought the urge to thrust deep. He pulled back the foreskin so his now purple head appeared, then placed just that much between her lips. He shivered when her lips closed around him and the tip of her tongue swirled over the head. Then the heat of her mouth was gone.

  “Hands on my shoulders, babe, and don’t move them.” The thread of power was back in her purring voice.

  His hands moved to her shoulders, and he tried not to hold on too tight. For a moment, he was afraid he might do real damage to the tiny woman who had taken such total control of his body.

  Once his hands were in place, her mouth was back, welcoming him into her warm wetness. Again she took in just the head, swirling her tongue around the crown before poking at his slit. His cock throbbed in time with his heartbeat as she took him deeper and deeper, not stopping until her nose was pressed into the fur of his groin.

  The feel was so incredible he had to clench his jaw to keep from howling. She backed off until only the head was inside before moving forward again. This time when she took him deep, she smacked his left ass cheek sharply.

  The added stimulation sent him flying into his climax. He threw his head back and screamed as his hips thrust forward with each stream of seed that exploded from him.

  Once he finished shooting, she held his softening length gently. She swabbed his skin with her tongue, cleaning his seed away before she pulled back and slowly released him. After kissing the head of his cock, she pulled his hands from her shoulders and stood.

  “Come here, sweet babe.” She took his hand and helped him crawl onto the bed.

  She lay down next to him and cradled him so his cheek rested against her. It wasn’t until then that Gentry realized tears ran down his cheeks. Wrapping his arms around her middle, he clung to her, his crying growing in intensity as the beauty of what she’d done for him shattered the protective walls he’d built around his heart.

  Chapter 4

  Jenna couldn’t help but smile as Gentry cried. His mind was fucked up, but that would change. She would see that he relaxed his guard, first with her and Antony and then with others as he learned that being a submissive man was an acceptable choice. Like most men, he’d been trained since the cradle to be strong and silent and not allow the woman in his life to be the dominant one.

  She held his head with one hand and rubbed her other up and down his spine. She murmured her pleasure at his emotional release, assured him that crying was all right and that she was so proud that he’d found his pleasure.

  She didn’t stop when Antony covered them with the soft blanket they used for aftercare. She didn’t stop when Gentry’s trembling stopped. She just held him and touched him and helped him grow accustomed to her. When he took a long, shuddering breath and tried to pull away, she held him. “Shh, babe. Relax. Rest. You are such a good boy. Just rest, and know that if you want a place in this house, you are more than welcome.”

  Jenna frowned when she heard the phone ring in the living room. When Antony motioned, she nodded that he could leave them and answer it. A moment later, he returned with the portable phone held to his chest. “It’s Taurus,” he said softly.

  Gentry shifted off her chest but didn’t roll out of the bed and take off as she half expected. Had one climax been enough to show him that being under her charge would be a good thing? Or was he having second thoughts and trying to figure how to get the hell out without losing Antony’s friendship?

  “Babe? Are you all right?”

  He met her gaze after wiping the tears from his face. “Um, well, I’m not sure how to answer that question,” he finally whispered.

  “Does anything hurt?”

  “No, Lady.”

  “Can you feel your legs?” Antony snarked as he crossed the room.

  “Umm, yeah, I guess so.” Gentry sat up and dropped his gaze to his lap. “I just…I never thought…Wow.”

  “Antony! What the hell’s going on up there?” came clearly from the phone.

  Jenna held out her hand. When Antony handed her the phone, she held it to her ear. “Taurus, leave us the hell alone. As you did not so long ago, I’m taking the night off. Deal with it,” she spoke harshly before hanging up the phone and handing it to Antony.

  “He’ll be up here in a minute and a half,” Antony said with a grin.

  “No, he values his balls too much,” Jenna replied before turning her attention back to Gentry. “Wow is good. Or is it? Babe, look at me. Talk to us. Communication is vital to any relationship but especially to a Domme/sub relationship.” She cupped one hand under his chin and lifted his head so she could see his face. “Are you sorry for what happened?”

  “No, Lady, not sorry. Confused and hoping that I don’t mess things up between you and Antony or me and Antony. I could never be sorry. That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

  Jenna smiled as his entire face and upper chest glowed red. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. That was a free one. The next one you’ll have to work for. Antony, are you going to join us this evening?”

  “Yes, Mistress. As soon as I put the phone in the freezer.”

 
; “Just don’t forget to get it out this time,” Jenna called after him as he disappeared out of the bedroom again. “Next time that happens, you’ll get twenty-five with the crop.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Now, sweet babe of mine, let’s back up a few steps in our getting acquainted process, shall we?”

  “Lady?”

  “Stop stressing and kiss me, you big stud muffin.” Sliding her hand from his chin to behind his neck, she pulled so his lips met hers.

  * * * *

  Antony returned just in time to see Gentry relax into the kiss.

  This can work, he thought as he crawled onto the bed and settled between Jenna’s legs. He ran his hands up her thighs in silent inquiry.

  She spread them wider, exposing her waxed cunt to his hungry gaze. He didn’t move until she released her hold on Gentry’s head and reached out to him. He took her hand, kissed the palm, and then moved forward. With just the tip of his tongue, he licked from her puckered anal star to the top of her clit before getting serious.

  Her wide open and wet entrance surprised him. In all the time they’d been together, she’d never been this turned on so early in their play. It usually took a lot more to knock down the protective walls she kept around herself. Would this threesome work? Or would he return from Iraq to find he had been replaced?

  The worry skittered through his thoughts for only a moment before he brushed it away. There would be no worries of the future. Not here. Not now. For tonight there would only be orgasms and relaxation and happy sex.

  Pointing his tongue, Antony traced a circle around her knot of nerves, then down around the edge of her juicy opening, then back up again. Her hips followed him when he pulled back momentarily to lick her juices from around his mouth before returning for more.

  Looking up her body, he saw that Gentry was playing with a nipple with one hand while abrading the other with the fur of his chest. Their lips remained locked together. He couldn’t see Mistress’s hand, but from the shifting of his best friend’s hips, knew it was wrapped around his cock.