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He licked and nibbled as he watched the action going on at the head of the bed. His own hips began to rock back and forth, rubbing his cock against the sheet. Only a few passes and he was rubbing in his own wet trail, the thought of which added another layer to his arousal.

  When a small, feminine hand brushed over the back of his head to his shoulder to push him away, he ignored her. Sometimes a slave had to be bad. Especially when his Mistress was this close to her peak.

  Sliding two fingers into her open channel, he took her clit between his lips. Before he could suck her to an orgasm, she grabbed his hair and pulled. Hard.

  “No, pet. Not yet. When I come, I want your cock in my mouth and babe fucking me. Right now I need a moment to catch my breath.”

  With a disappointed sigh he lifted his head and pulled his fingers from her core. He crawled up the bed to lie beside the woman he loved. “I was hoping you’d come on my tongue and then on babe’s cock, too,” he murmured as he leaned in to lick at her lips.

  His words earned him a shove away from her before he could touch her.

  “Get the paddle,” she ordered, glaring at him. “My pet is in need of a reminder that I am in charge in this relationship. I decide when I will come and how, not you.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” Antony dropped his head and went to the armoire. He pulled the leather-covered paddle out and carried it back to the bed. Kneeling at the foot of the bed, he held it up.

  “Only ten for such behavior, though it should be twenty-five. But I have plans for your weekend, and you need to be able to move.” Mistress climbed from the bed and accepted the paddle. “Get over the edge of the bed and count them off.”

  “Yes, Mistress. Thank you for being so lenient with this pushy slave.” Antony moved into position with his ass up, his cock down against the side of the bed, and his arms stretched over his head across the bed.

  Smack. “One, thank you, Mistress.”

  Smack. “Two, thank you, Mistress.”

  Smack. “Three, thank you, Mistress.”

  As the punishment continued, Antony heard her give instruction to Gentry.

  “Trying to top from the bottom is not acceptable in this house, babe. Even if you think it might be a good thing, I make the decisions. Always.”

  * * * *

  Gentry watched the punishment with interest. Under Mistress’s gentle hand, his cock had grown hard again, but watching her as she turned Antony’s ass bright red had his cock shrinking and his balls pulling tight to his body as if to crawl inside him for protection.

  When he looked at Antony, the other man was smiling. He looked at peace.

  When she finished and he’d thanked her for the last stroke, Antony pushed from the bed and slid to the floor, wincing as he knelt before his Mistress with his head bowed.

  Gentry noted Antony’s cock stood tall and proud, his juices glistening as they trailed down his shaft.

  “Apologize.”

  “I’m sorry, Mistress, for overstepping my boundaries.”

  “Forgiven. Put the paddle away and bring the lotion.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  Standing easily, he returned the paddle to the armoire, then disappeared into the bathroom. A moment later, he returned with a bottle. He offered the bottle to Mistress, and when she waved her free hand, he crawled onto the bed and lay on his stomach.

  “Babe, I know you’re not into guys, but I want you to help me tend to pet. Though you may never have sex, you need to learn how to care for one another.”

  “Yes, Lady.”

  He moved to kneel on the bed beside his friend. Looking at Antony, he admired the bronzed skin and its contrast with the bright red skin across his ass. It only took a few minutes to rub the cool lotion in, but it was enough for Gentry’s cock to once again grow long and hard and ready for whatever was to come.

  “All right, babe, that’s enough. Much more and he’ll be coming into the sheets instead of my mouth.” Mistress pinched Antony’s hip.

  He didn’t flinch, but did push up on all fours, then knelt, though Gentry saw he was careful about settling his ass down too hard on his heels.

  “On your back, babe, cattycorner across the bed. I want to ride that beautiful cock of yours.”

  “Yes, Lady.”

  Gentry moved into position and caught his breath as she swung a leg across his hips and moved so her cunt was situated just over his balls. She shifted and arched her back, and he felt her bare, wet, open channel brush over his ball sac, then up the length of his cock. He groaned as his eyes closed in response to the intense lust that shot through him.

  His eyes opened again when she backed off and stroked him. Her soft skin and firm grip shot him from simple need to clenching his jaw to hold back his climax.

  “Lady, I’m close,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and deeper than he could ever remember as she rolled a condom down over his length.

  “Hold it, babe. You aren’t allowed to come this time until I say. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Lady,” Gentry panted.

  He gritted his teeth so tight his jaw hurt and tried to think of something unsexy. Mountains, fat men, how much money he would lose if he took the next three weeks off as Antony suggested. But the sight of this woman lifting her body up and fitting his cock at her entrance blew everything from his thoughts.

  He closed his eyes and held his breath as she slowly slid down over his length. He could feel her heat, her wet, grasping muscles on every inch of him by the time she fully settled over him.

  “Good boy,” she purred as she leaned over his chest to kiss his chin. “Hold on just a bit longer. Pet, kneel here so I can suck your cock.”

  Gentry watched his friend move into place with one knee beside his shoulder. He wondered how this was going to work for a moment. Then Mistress leaned forward, and as she rose from his cock, her mouth opened, and she descended over Antony’s. Then she moved back down on him while sliding up Antony’s until only his head remained between her lips.

  Though he tried to follow orders and lay still, his body overruled his mind. Bending his legs, he began to rock up, meeting her down stroke as she began to move faster and faster. Then the ability to think left him and instinct took over. His hands took hold of her hips, and he began to thrust fast and hard into the hot glove of her cunt.

  “Too close,” he panted as his strokes grew shorter and faster. “Gonna blow.”

  “Do it, babe. You, too, pet. Come now!”

  Lady slammed down on him as she kept Antony’s cock in her mouth while screaming out her own climax.

  Gentry managed to hold his eyes open as he came, watching as Antony pulsed his cock into their woman’s mouth while holding her shoulders for balance. When he finished coming, the darkly handsome slave pulled from his mistress’s mouth and stretched out on the bed next to Gentry, hissing as his ass came into contact with the mattress.

  Then Gentry turned, looking up at Lady.

  She swallowed and licked her lips before smiling down at him. Settling her cunt fully over him, she lay down across his body. She kissed his sweaty chest before laying her head down and relaxing completely. She patted his chest before reaching out and petting Antony, as well. “Rest, boys. We’ll go downstairs in a little bit.”

  His eyes heavy, Gentry smiled at the relaxed tone in her voice. With a deep breath, he allowed himself to let go. His thoughts drifted and circled on the possibility of life as the second sex slave of this beautiful woman.

  Chapter 5

  Two hours later, Gentry followed Antony out of the apartment, feeling as scared as the first time he tried to ask a girl out on a date. Lady had already gone downstairs dressed in a black leather corset dress that molded to every inch of her curvaceous body, leaving little to the imagination.

  “Are you sure this is all I’m supposed to wear?” he asked, looking down at the brown leather pants that Antony had loaned him.

  Antony was similarly dressed, except his leathers were black with a double row of studs d
own the outside of each leg from waistband to hem. He also wore wrist cuffs and the collar Mistress put on him before she’d left, locking it with a tiny silver lock.

  “Yes. That’s all you’ll need. Subs don’t wear shoes in the club, and with that chest, Mistress may never allow you to wear a shirt again. Just relax and be happy your ass isn’t being tortured by leather rubbing against it.”

  When the elevator doors opened, Antony pulled Gentry after him. “I can probably answer any questions you have tonight. If not, we’ll ask Mistress. She wants you to wander around the club and check things out. If you get overwhelmed, let me know. We can come back upstairs and have a beer.”

  Gentry nodded again. His cock twitched, fighting for space to inflate. “What if I need to…you know?” he waved his hand over the bulge that was already growing in his leathers. He was amazed. He’d come twice in the past few hours, yet his cock wanted to stand up and play some more.

  “Tell Mistress.” Antony led the way out of the elevator into the private foyer. He stopped at the door to the side of the small room. A leather leash was draped over the doorknob. “Hmm, I guess this is for you. Give me your left hand.”

  Gentry held out his arm and watched as Antony looped the end of the leash around his left wrist. He snugged it up enough that it wouldn’t fall off if he dropped his hand, but not so much that the circulation would be restricted. Slipping the handle around his own wrist, Antony opened the door, and they entered the club.

  “Why?” Gentry asked as they walked past the restrooms toward the club.

  “You’re not collared, and Mistress doesn’t want anyone to think you’re available,” Antony explained. “Welcome to Club Esoteria.”

  Gentry looked around, and his eyes grew wider and wider until he thought they would pop out of their sockets. It was still early in the evening, but already there were cries of pain and screams of pleasure filling the air. The heavy scent of arousal surrounded them.

  “Oh, shit,” he breathed as he saw a big, hairy Dom flog a naked woman half his size. A jerk on his wrist and his attention moved on. He followed Antony across the club’s main floor to the large bar in the center of the room.

  Jenna sat on a stool talking to the bartender. When they reached her, Antony knelt on the floor and assumed the slave position. Gentry continued looking around, awed by the sights, until his friend jerked on his wrist again. Then he also knelt and tried to remember everything Antony had told him about positioning himself to be pleasing to their Domme. Then they waited.

  “Jenna, where did Antony pick up such a pretty sub?” Another Domme approached and stopped just behind Gentry.

  Gentry tensed as the woman touched his shoulder, her fingernails digging into his skin. They had not talked about whether or not she would share him with others. Would Lady expect him to perform for this stranger?

  “Pet brought him home this evening.”

  “Will you be showing him off later? I’d love to see what he’s packing. Maybe we could arrange a play date.”

  Gentry’s cheeks began to burn as the two women talked about him like he wasn’t there. When the leather loop around his wrist tightened in warning, he closed his eyes and took several deep breaths before he jumped up and said something insulting.

  “He’s so new to the lifestyle I wouldn’t want to insult you with such a trade, Meg.”

  A few minutes later, Meg and her slave drifted away again. Gentry kept his eyes closed and focused on slow, deep breaths and not the niggling urge to stand up and run before someone else came along.

  When he felt Lady’s fingers in his hair, he opened his eyes and lifted his gaze to hers. “Stand up, babe.”

  He stood and fought to remain still as she brushed her hand down the front of his chest. His cock throbbed in his leathers, and pressure began to build in his balls. The other woman touching him had no effect on him, but Lady’s hand on his chest added to his building lust. Like his friend, he was ready to give his heart to the tiny brunette after only a few minutes in her presence.

  “Lady?” he asked when she didn’t say anything further. He lifted his eyes from her lap to her face and found himself looking into an amused pair of Coke-bottle-green eyes.

  “That’s better. Unless I tell you differently, you will look me in the eyes when we talk. It may be difficult at first, but do not look away. Keep your focus on my face.”

  “Yes, Lady.” Gentry said, dropping his gaze to her lips, then lifting them again to her eyes. She was so pretty it wouldn’t be hard to keep looking at her.

  He started when her hand traced its way down his chest to the waistband of his pants. “You’re hard again,” she commented absently as her fingers brushed over the bulge pushing at the front of his leathers.

  “Yes, Lady.”

  “Would you like relief?” She laid her hand flat against the leather and molded her fingers around his distended cock.

  “Yes, Lady,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with need.

  “Taurus, I need a glass.”

  “Shot, highball, or mug?” Taurus, her cousin, business partner and the bartender asked without sounding surprised.

  “Hmm,” Lady considered for a moment. She looked from his eyes to his groin and back again. “Better make it a mug. Babe seems to be working through a lot of pent up frustration.”

  Almost before she finished speaking, the requested beer mug was placed on the bar in front of her.

  “Open your leathers, babe.” The thread of power was back in her tone.

  Gentry’s heart caught as he looked from Lady to the beer mug and back again. When she raised one eyebrow, his hands moved as if they belonged to someone else. Which was true, if he gave it any thought. They no longer belonged to him, but to her. In seconds he had the front of his leathers open.

  “Good boy. Pull out your cock and balls.”

  Lady’s purr of approval sent a shiver through Gentry. Again his hands did as ordered while his brain took a few extra seconds to process the fact he stood in a room full of strangers with his privates exposed to anyone who bothered to look. His eyes looked away and he noted that, except for the bartender, no one paid him any attention.

  “Eyes on me, babe.” Lady’s voice hardened once again.

  His eyes returned to hers. In a second, he lost himself in their green heat.

  “That’s right, babe. Don’t worry about anybody else, just me. Just your Lady.”

  “Yes, Lady,” Gentry responded as she pushed the open leathers down under his balls, putting his entire package on display.

  Dropping his gaze down his body, he found the red-purple head of his uncut cock peeking through the foreskin around it. As he watched, another drop of pre-cum oozed from his slit at the top. He jerked when Lady took his right hand in hers. She squirted a small amount of lube into his palm.

  “Babe, you’re going to jerk off and come into this mug. Do you understand?”

  Gentry felt his eyes widen once again. He swallowed hard before whispering, “Yes, Lady.”

  Without further prompting, he wrapped his right hand around his cock and began stroking.

  In less than a minute, pressure built up just behind his scrotum, then began to push forward. “Gonna shoot, Lady,” he groaned.

  “Into the mug. Every drop.” Lady handed him the glass.

  He had just enough time to shove the head of his cock into the mug’s wide opening. Once he was certain of placement, he closed his eyes and felt each blast of pearly white seed pulse from the eye of his cock. Though he tried not to scream in ecstasy, he couldn’t help the groan that started at his toes and rolled up through his body and out his mouth.

  He kept slowly stroking until his cock grew too sensitive to touch. Opening his eyes he looked into gray-green eyes once again, searching for approval. She smiled and nodded as she patted his cheek. “Very good, babe. Now, every time you feel that pressure build up again, tell Antony. He will bring you back here and you will jerk off into the mug. Do you understand?”
/>   “Yes, Lady.”

  “Very good. Now look around and enjoy yourself. Just be sure to save some of that energy for later. I’ll be in my office for a while. Pet, you are in charge of keeping you both out of trouble.”

  Antony stood and helped Jenna from her seat. “Yes, Mistress.”

  After she walked away, her hips swaying and looking every inch the Domme she was, Gentry turned to Antony. “So what now?”

  “Now we do as Mistress ordered. We’ll walk around, check things out, and stay out of trouble,” Antony said with a smirk.

  The bartender laughed as he wrapped a piece of white tape around the mug that contained Gentry’s fluids. Picking up a pen he wrote on the tape. “Never gonna happen.”

  “Where’s mouse at tonight, Sir? She could join us and help,” Antony snarked as he checked Gentry’s wrist to make sure the leash wasn’t too tight.

  “She had to do an evening with her mother. She’ll be here later.” The bartender frowned. “But I’m not sure I want her associating with the likes of you. I don’t want you corrupting her.”

  “Yes, Master T.” Antony bowed low with a grin that said he wasn’t listening. “I guess I’ll just have to corrupt her when we’re away from the club then.”

  The bartender growled as he put two bottles of water on the bar. “Take these and get away from me before I ask Jenna for permission to put you in the stocks and offer your ass to the club.”

  Gentry watched as his friend paled. “Oh, God. No, please. We’ll be good.” Turning, he grabbed Gentry’s arm and hustled him away from the bar and the laughing bartender.

  * * * *

  By the time Antony led Gentry from the club at closing time, Gentry knew his life would never be the same. He wanted this. He wanted to be a part of this. He felt better than he had in months, and it wasn’t the fact that he had came five times since entering the building.

  Antony was right. He did need a strong woman to take him in hand. Lady was also correct in her assessment that he had a lot of pent-up frustrations. Watching the scenes and the interplay between the dominants and submissives, he found everyone in the room seemed content and at peace in whatever role they played. He felt a similar contentment flutter in him every time Lady ordered him to take one act or another. Contented peace was something he’d never felt before.