Page 22 of Season of Gifts

Alice let out a moan, and Henry chuckled.“I have a tool to give you the pace.If it bothers you at all, I needn’t use it.”

Henry moved toward the last hidden lump on the ledge and flipped the towel back.The cloth bag underneath had become a regular in the playroom.The electricity under Jay’s skin buzzed louder, aimed to call down the lightning.He’d wished for this.Dreamed of this.Never expected he could get here.

Henry loosened the drawstring and lifted out the deerskin flogger Alice usually wielded.The strands dangled, three shades of brown mingling and swaying as Henry swiveled his wrist.“You and your mistress have worked hard for this, Jay.Shall we try it together?”

“Yes.”He hardly had any voice.His thumbs would leave divots in Alice’s ass cheeks.His cock might explode from the inside with the way she rippled around him.“Yes, please, Master Henry.”

“Watch yourself in the mirrors, my boy.Watch how you please Alice at my direction.Feel the strokes.Time your thrusts with them when you’re ready.”

The mirror showed everything.Henry stood beside him, behind him, pacing in an arc as the flogger danced in the air.The man he’d married slapped his ass through the dress pants with the tails, and Jay sank forward.Alice gripped him, tried to hold him in place as he drew back and waited.

“Magnificent,” Henry murmured.The flogger landed.Jay thrust.“See how you were made to serve your mistress, Jay.”

His legs ached with the strain of holding back, tense with readiness to thrust, the smack of the tails a starter’s pistol.In and out he worked.So slowly whole ages of the earth must be passing between his thrusts.Alice’s heat and pressure would turn his cock into diamond before they finished.

“Your strength, your stamina, your increasing speed.”Henry thumped the flogger across the underside of Jay’s ass three times, rapid-fire.“All for her pleasure.”

He snapped his hips, and his cock disappeared.Forget friction; Alice had him lubed up so good he drove balls-deep and reveled in the jiggle of her ass in his hands for a few blissful seconds before he pulled back.When he bent forward enough, his leash coiled in the small of Alice’s back and rose with him.

Henry stalked around them, his gleaming eyes triumphant, his lips curved in a slender smile.“Your obedience is exquisite.Your submission sublime.”

The flogger struck from the opposite side.Jay surged forward, the jolt of the tails a relief, a promise of the tight, wet heat ahead.As he retreated, Alice moaned.

“Please.Please, faster.”Her legs quaked in the pauses.Her fists, too, shaking as she stretched the tether as far as it went.Her mouth hung open, her lips red and round.

Henry stroked the flogger in the mirror, grasping all of the tails in his hand and smoothing them together.“Are you ready to work hard, my boy?To lift your mistress to the peak ahead of you?”

He’d never wanted anything more in his life.“I’m ready, Master Henry.”

The tails slung out and back, out and back, driving his hips with every snapping bite at his ass.He pulled back, and the flogger greeted him.He drove forward, and Alice crashed into him, slamming backward, devouring him.Her scrabbling fingers snatched the slack in his leash, and she pulled the leather tighter, dragging him toward her.

The flogger gave him no rest, no pullbacks.Driving forward, forward, forward.Sweat rolled down his back.Henry uttered a string of words too low to catch past the buzzing in his ears.

Squealing, Alice arched and shuddered beneath him.She’d pulled him so close his hair almost tickled her back.Impossibly tight ripples demanded all he had.

Henry dropped the flogger and clenched his hands around Jay’s hips.His cock branded Jay’s ass through two sets of pants.“Come.”

The buzzing exploded in a jagged crackle of lightning, the mirror showing him sandwiched between Henry and Alice before the dazzling brightness whited out the world.

Chapter twelve

Alice

Alice’satomspiecedthemselvesback together slowly, a few here, a few there.Jay was a fucking fantastic lover, like truly superb, especially with Henry giving orders, but this had gone beyond that.

Steady hands peeled her fingers away from Jay’s leash.She might have lines in her palms.What the fuck had even possessed her?

And still she fluttered, the aftershocks of her orgasm seizing Jay’s cock before he slid out and didn’t return.

Rolling her neck, she caught glimpses of Henry in the mirror.He’d undone the hooks at her wrists.A head tilt at Jay, and two sets of hands raised her up and turned her around.Her bare ass rested against the counter.Dual massages started at her shoulders and traveled down her arms.

A giggle spilled out of her as she dipped her chin to her chest.“I could go for this treatment every night.”

Fairy-tale magic, for sure.The mirrors turned her two husbands into dozens, and all of them tended to her needs without her having to voice them.She floated in a hazy otherworld with no decisions and no responsibilities.Pleasure ruled here.

Henry’s pleasure.

She shivered.The zip and zing of head-to-toe excitement scattered through the haze and lit her up, neurons firing through the clouds.

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