Page 53 of Season of Gifts

“Yes, on your chair.”Thighs flexed; Jay squirmed as he raised the camera once more.A finger obscured the view.“I can flip the phone around—”

“Not necessary.I know what the box contains.”The outcome of warring with himself, of the satisfaction of his ego.“I would much prefer to see your delightful face.Open the lid, Jay.Just that—leave what’s inside untouched for now, please.”

The camera jostled as Jay stretched forward, reaching beyond the frame.Sweet brown eyes widened, their gaze fixed past the phone.Jay’s mouth fell open; he swiped his tongue across his lips.“For me?”

“For you, my love.”The soft leather collar and cuffs matched the style of Jay’s harness and offered attachment points for leashes and restraints.More notably, all three elements were monogrammed.“All the experiences you’ve desired will be within your reach very soon.”

Such a shame Alice wouldn’t see her gifts yet.Would he have time Saturday to put them both to use?Surely not.After Christmas, then.

“Those are your initials.”Breathiness invaded Jay’s voice; hunger twitched at his lips.No tools were necessary to divine how strongly Jay ached to wear his gifts.“Branded.”

“Because you are mine.”The three pieces lay in a case designed to display them.He’d arranged them carefully, the D rings at the front, his initials forty-five degrees to the side and readable at sufficient distance.Were he in the room with Jay, he would be lifting the collar on his fingertips now.Fitting the buckle at the back of Jay’s neck, brushing aside Jay’s fine dark hair.“Trace the letters with your tongue, Jay.”

The phone tipped slightly.Jay, in profile, extended his tongue toward the leftmost cuff.With slow flicks, he traced the H and B and the larger W at the center.The phone restricted Henry’s view but not memory and imagination.Kneeling, Jay pressed forward.His hair split to either side of his nape.The strength of his shoulders and spine bowed in service to his chosen master.His ass flexed, his hips rocking gently.Jay had wrapped his mouth around Henry’s cock countless times in such a position.

Jay bypassed the collar in the center and traced the second cuff.His breathing flooded the speaker with rhythmic white noise.

“Do you smell the leather, Jay?”He kept his voice low, his tone bassy and resonant.“What does it remind you of?”

Pausing before the collar, Jay inhaled deeply.“You, Master Henry.”

“And you’ll smell of me when you wear these.”His pleased hum raised a shiver from his submissive, the shake audible in his breath.“The collar, now.Don’t neglect those letters as well.”

Jay whined softly as he traced the brand.That beautiful aching tenor so often ignited his master.

“Are you hard for me, Jay?”The full moon outside gave the world a hushed halo, intimate and vibrant.“Show me.”

“I am, Master Henry.”The phone tipped downward; the tented green shorts outlined Jay’s cock.“I miss your touch.”

“As I miss the sumptuous slide of your tongue,” he murmured.He’d started this game with none of the usual rituals, but he could not now leave it unfinished.Jay deserved more than teasing for his patience.“Show me more, dear one.Take out your cock and tuck your shorts under your balls.”

One-handed, Jay worked his waistband down.His cock sprang free.

“Stroke yourself.Slowly.Two fingers and thumb.”

Jay followed instructions exactly, his grip loose enough to slide easily and growing smoother as he slicked his hold on the tip of his cock.

“Mmm, precisely.”Beauty lay in the shifting shapes of light and shadow as Jay moved.“In the future, when we visit the club, you will wear your collar and cuffs.”

Jay’s racing breath grew into a whimper with every exhale.

“Everyone will know you are mine, Jay.”The wearing would accustom Jay to the feel and feed his desires regardless of any restraint they might actually provide.“They will see my claim written on your body, encircling you, my brave boy.My dearest one, Alice’s beloved pet.”

“Yours.”Jay breathed out his promise and his plea.“Show you.”

“Show me.”His raspy depths invited Jay only to obey.“Show me the pleasure I grant you, my sweet submissive.”

Jay’s hand blurred.Chest arched, hips thrusting, he splashed himself and groaned.The image tipped backward, providing a glimpse of his clenched eyes and open mouth before it toppled and revealed only the ceiling.

Several seconds passed.

“Oh shit.”A hand covered the lens.“Henry?”The view stabilized, Jay’s liquid gaze front and center.“Did I lose you?”

“Not in the least.”He’d succeeded in his endeavor if Jay no longer needed the security ofmaster.“You delighted me.We’ll speak of other things tomorrow.For now, I want you to leave your gift on the chair.You may look and trace as often as you wish, but do not remove the pieces from their case.I wish to put them on you myself.”

Jay’s concern fell away; his lips shifted into a shy smile.“I’d like that.”

“Because you have behaved so well this evening, I would also like you to do two things for me.”A bit of advance planning never hurt, and he’d best take the opportunity before the deluge of other responsibilities again consumed him.

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