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“Of course, my love,” he murmured, moving to stand behind me. “And you are that. You and Henry, you’re it for me. I love you both more than words can express. You don’t have to be jealous. I was showing Jamie my collar because I’m so damn happy to wear it every day.”

I held his chin more firmly. “Shut up and make me come.” The words sounded harsh, but coupled with a brief, intense eye contact, they made him gasp.

“Yes, Mistress. I understand you need me inside you,” he whispered.

“I do,” I said, hopping up on the counter and spreading my legs, palming my pussy, then dragging his hand to where I needed it. He pressed two fingers inside me, circling my clit with his thumb. By now, he knew my body better than any lover but Henry, and he found the spots that made me shudder, stroking me just the way I liked. “You make me come so good, sweet boy. I want Henry to lick me clean when we get home tonight.”

He groaned softly, stepping between my legs. “Yes, Mistress.” He met my eyes. “I love you,” he whispered, as I lined up his cock and pulled him inside me.

It was heated and intense once we were joined, his lips searing hot kisses into mine, his arms around me, holding me close, driving me over the edge, his words of love echoing in my ears. I’d never considered this dynamic before. Three people, all loving each other, but now that I had it, I couldn’t imagine anything else. I had two men to go through if I needed anything. Tonight, Henry was at work, but Jason was there with me. Another day, maybe it’d be Henry, or both of them here with me.

I grabbed his ass and pulled him deeper, and his whimper of pain made me ease up. Henry and Jason had explored their boundaries with the flogger the night before, and I was sure he was sore. But when I let go of Jason, he shook his head.

“No. Touch me there. It hurts, but in a good way, like he’s here with us. I can feel him.” And so I grabbed him harder, loving the way it made his cock twitch inside me.

When we were done, he pulled back and let me put the cage on him.

“I’m sorry I can’t trust you,” I whispered. “I’m trying.”

“You don’t need to worry,” he said. “I’ve never belonged to anyone like I belong to you and Henry, not even Gabi, who I was prepared to marry. But I understand why you need some reassurance. I know how I was. And if you want to mark me or cage me or anything else, well, frankly, I’m pretty fucking turned on by displaying that I’m owned. It makes me feel cherished, makes me belong.”

I snapped the lock on the cage and looked up at him, smiling. “So if I wanted to get you a tattoo that said ‘This is Mari and Henry’s dick, back off, bitch,’ you’d go for it?”

He burst out laughing and hugged me close. “I’ll do anything for you two. If you did that, I’d look at it every day of my life and think about how it’s true. It’s yours. I’m yours. My body, my heart, my soul.”

I buried my face in his shoulder for a moment, before remembering that we were in the bathroom of a busy restaurant and pulling away. “Let’s go. If you’re mine, I want you to be my bitch tonight while I hang out with my girls. You can get us our drinks and give me cuddles.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he said, smiling. “Especially since you just let me come in you, then caged me up, and I’m feeling all euphoric and buzzy.”

I laughed, swatting his ass. He groaned softly, that reminder making his hands shake. “Henry will be home from work at ten, so we’ll stay for a little while and leave then, okay?”

“Home. The more time we spend at your house, the more right that word feels,” he murmured. “Hell, I keep forgetting to stop by my apartment and make sure it’s still there.”

“One day soon, you’ll have to sublet it. Move in with us. And we’ll have to buy a bigger bed. Or maybe rent a bigger place? I’m not sure.”

“I’d love that. So damn much,” he said, laughing. “Though I don’t mind your bed. I like to snuggle.” And he stayed good natured as I led him back to my friends. They teased him at first, then watched the way he doted on me, running and getting us all drinks and food as we needed it, and slowly warmed to him again.

For the first time since we’d started all of this, I realized Jason could clean up the bad impression everyone had of him, and most of all, he could prove himself to me.

Chapter 18

Jason

The weeks passed intomonths, and our relationship only grew. We discovered our favorite things to do, and our limits, and my drive to serve Mari and Henry became the thing that made me content. It wasn’t only sexual anymore; I wanted to make them happy, to make their lives easier, and, of course, to make them come. I was still led by my impulses, just a different impulse. Not the one that drove me to seek other women for all these years.

This impulse pushed me to do anything in my power to bring them joy, And I tried not to bounce with excitement as Mari and Henry climbed into my Land Rover for my latest and biggest surprise. It was a challenge. Because it was a really crazysurprise — I couldn’t even believe I’d hidden it from them for so long.

I used to be so chill about everything, but ever since discovering I was submissive, I couldn’t pretend not to care about stuff to save my life. How did I ever play it so cool all the time?

Four months ago, I’d proposed to Gabi as if it was no big thing, asked her to marry me like I was asking her if she’d like to grab some brunch. No wonder she’d wanted to think about it. Now, I was ready to make the next major step with Mari and Henry, and it was killing me. My stomach was in knots, my fingers tapped on the steering wheel, and I was pretty sure my heart was about to burst out of my chest and run away.

Perhaps that was how I knew that these two people were right for me, and that Gabi hadn’t been.

Mari glanced at me, a curious smile on her face. “You won’t tell us where we’re going?”

“Oh god, I want to. So much. But it will ruin the surprise!” Shit, why had that come out in a weird teenage girl's voice? I cleared my throat, determined to sound manly the next time I spoke.

“So this isn’t a date?” Henry asked.

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