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I’d never felt so accepted in my life, and I thanked her for her time and walked over to my doms.

Henry and Mari were standing at another table, one that held intricately crafted collars. I felt warm and fuzzy in this space, talking to people who were like me, who understood. I knew right away that no one here would mock me if they found out I got off on being controlled and wearing a cock cage. The munch was safe and welcoming and warm. Even our budding menage relationship probably wouldn’t raise many eyebrows.

Once I was close enough, Henry put a hand on my back and pulled me between them, and it felt like he was claiming me, letting everyone in the room know I was owned. As the woman at this booth answered Mari’s question about her wares, Henry’s fingers traced up my neck, tangling in my hair and giving it a little tug, and I shivered.

Mari glanced at me, smiling. “We’re trying to pick out something that will fit you. Linda says that it should be something that you’ll find comfortable for daily wear if we want that. And I think we want that. You’ve been getting a lot of curious looks from the dommes in the room, and Henry is feeling the urge to mark you as owned.”

“Curious looks?” I hadn’t noticed that, and wondered if it was all in his head. Still, possessive Henry was sexy as hell, especially the way he was touching me.

Mari stood on her tiptoes and kissed my lips, and I wondered if she was possessive, too. “Never would I have thought you could blush so adorably,” she whispered.

“I can’t help it. You want to mark me as owned,” I said, fingering the fine leather. It was supple and thick, clearly expensive. There were cuffs, collars, and other symbolic items. “Does the cage not do that?”

“Are you showing people your cage?” Mari asked, and I laughed, shaking my head.

Henry’s hand tightened on the back of my neck. “I can be possessive of our boy if I want,” he said, and my body responded to the firm note in his voice with a rush of warmth. “I want to look at you naked and know every inch of your body is ours.”

That made my cock instantly hard, when it should have been an awkward thing for him to say in front of the vendor. But she didn’t notice or didn’t comment if she did. I glanced at my bestfriend, smiling a little. “Okay. Could we find something that’ll fit under my shirt? I wouldn’t mind wearing it all the time. As long as I don’t have to explain it to random clients at work.” I reached up and unbuttoned my collar, exposing my neck.

Henry picked up a thick black leather band, wrapping it around me and buckling it, then buttoned the shirt closed, frowning. “That one is sexy on you, but you can see it under your collar.”

“Some people choose something more discreet for daily wear, and something bulkier for playtime,” the woman at the booth said. Mari reached out and picked up a medium weight silver chain with a keyed lock in it, fingering it. She unbuttoned my shirt, tugged off the leather collar, and smiled at me as she hooked the chain around my neck, snapping the lock closed. It sat right at the base of my neck, cool and heavy.

I fingered it. “This could work,” I murmured, clearing my throat. “And the collar for play.”

“Or a harness,” Henry said. “I could manhandle you in all the fun ways.”

“Oh, there are some lovely handcuffs, too,” the vendor said, winking, and Mari squealed, picking them up. I had to admire a woman who could upsell.

Chapter 14

Henry

We left the munchhappy and excited to play with our new toys. We’d spent too much on collars and a flogger, and there had been a demonstration of Shibari that had intrigued Mari and convinced her to buy some rope — she loved bondage, and I was sure she had new things she wanted to do to Jason. It had been a busy night, both working and attending the event, but we’d met some really interesting people. And I’d enjoyed watching Mari and Jason meet new friends as I worked.

We stopped by Jason’s apartment after the event, where he packed a bag, ready to stay with us for the next few days, or maybe more. I couldn’t imagine ever letting him sleep in his own bed again, but I knew we needed to give him space if he requested it. He packed quickly, like he was in a hurry toget back to our place, though, and soon we were back in his driveway, standing by our Subaru. He would drive his Land Rover over behind us, so he’d be able to drive to work.

“Are you nervous about staying with us for a few days?” Mari asked as he loaded his suitcase and shut his trunk.

“No. Not at all,” Jason said. “I suppose it helps that you two are the people I trust most in the world.” He lifted his hand, tugging on the chain around his neck. And fuck, Mari was right. It was perfect. He was already showing an unconscious acknowledgement that he was ours. Well, that or the chain was bothering him.

“Come on, let’s go home,” I said, opening the car door for my wife as Jason climbed into his truck to follow us.

“Home,” Mari said, smiling. “Maybe one day it’ll be Jason’s home, too, not just a place he’s visiting.”

I rubbed her shoulder. “It’s all happening quickly. I think we should just let things progress naturally.”

“Yeah,” she said, turning to face me. Her eyes were bright, and I could tell she wanted to talk.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” she said, biting her lip. Then she took a breath. “I’m nervous about getting close to him, I guess. We’ve been hisfriends through all of it. The cheating, the crazy antics. How can we know it won’t blow up in our faces to date him seriously?”

“I guess everything in life is a risk. Is he worth the risk?”

Mari nodded. “Yes. Yes, he is. He was so good to me today. It’s just difficult to reconcile that Jason with the one who would go out with another woman when he was engaged.”

“What if he was just waiting for us to notice him?” I asked.

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