Page 93 of Binding Their Hearts

But Alice nurtured him with her touch. She took slow, deep breaths, nodding to herself, and he didn’t make a single crack about how he was the one with the trauma, but she was the one who needed to calm herself. Because all that stuff she needed? Was for him. Was so she could make sure he was okay before she and Henry gave him his first true experience of the fantasies that had sent him cruising the club’s halls for partners.

His feet danced in place, toes curling into the thin rug. Any second now she’d put him over the padded horse and her deerskin would slap his ass for the first time.

They’d talked a little, over glasses of water and light snacks, Henry insisting on leisure time between setups. Which, fair, gave his cock a chance to recover, too. Alice’s petting already had it showing interest again. Plus, he wouldn’t have missed her giddy exploration of the table horse for the world.

“I bet I could make this.” A minute of prodding, and she folded and locked the whole thing without even asking Henry for instructions.

“A second career, should you grow weary of the first.” Henry’s eyes gleamed, and if they hadn’t been on break time, Alice for sure would’ve been getting fucked right this second over the table she’d restored to horse form just as fast. Her cleverness got Henry going every time. “I’m certain we could find you an extensive list of clients for custom builds.”

Settled in the armchair, Henry watched them with lazy interest. The laziness was a front—predators had that whole why no, I’m not going to eat you vibe, and then a wolf jumped out of Grandma’s nightgown and snatched you up between his teeth.

Jay’s cock rapped his thigh insistently. Yeah, yeah, he had a thing for the power Henry kept hidden under his smooth surface. That was just a fact. Him having a type? Not something to be ashamed of.

He rolled his thumb inside his palm, brushing his wedding band. His whole outfit now: him, his wedding band, and his harness. Alice had the same, only her harness was black not-exactly-panties slung around her hips. And it held a narrow cock that looked just long enough to tickle him in the best way.

Patting Jay’s sides between harness and hips, Alice planted kisses at the corners of his mouth. “How are you feeling, stud? You ready?”

Ready enough to burst. But he blew out a slow breath and took inventory the way he’d learned in therapy. Was he ready? He’d been bent over things in the bad old days, though none so comfy looking as this. Never with full lighting and two supportive partners and the absolute certainty that if he said stop, things would stop.

He leaned into Alice, pressing their foreheads together. Pouring everything he felt directly into her head would be so much easier than finding the words.

“Grateful.” A hollow in his chest warmed, like when the sun finally crested a ridge and burned off the night from the valley below. “That you both accept that I want this, and that you’re willing to try, and that you believe me when I say I’m ready. I am. I feel good. Bouncy.” He rocked on the balls of his feet. “Put me in, coach.”

“Coach, huh?” Alice chuckled before she tamped it down under an I am a stern dominant, dammit stare. She slid her fingers under the harness straps, against his pecs, and tugged. “Safeword first, please.”

“Potholes.” He got it out clear and deep, no hesitation, all keynote speaker confidence. “My safeword is potholes, Mistress.”

“Mmm.” Her throaty approval stirred his cock. Or maybe the way she kept rubbing his chest did the trick. “Then you’re all mine, Jay. My beautiful pet.”

Her hand dropped like a stone, and she grasped his balls, cradling but not painful. “My rule is that you may come at any time if the spirit moves you, do you understand? I want to know you are absolutely, positively, completely, utterly”—with each word she stroked his hardening cock—“enjoying yourself. Clear?”

His cock leapt, and no wonder, with a rule like that. “Yes, Mistress.”

She kissed him, a real kiss this time, with one hand around his cock and the other at his neck as she teased his mouth open with her tongue and claimed him.

His body stayed hyperaware as she positioned him how she wanted him, his arms and legs straddling the centerline and his forearms and shins resting on the padded ledges. At her direction, he scooted his hips back—smart, so he wouldn’t be driving his cock against the wood. Her hands disappeared, but Henry kept watch over him from the chair with the tiny smile and gleaming eyes that shouted I’m so proud of you and also You’re mine, and I’ll fuck you when it pleases me.

Need washed over him, sudden and hot, and Jay shuddered. Today, Alice would fuck him when it pleased her.

“You’re gorgeous, you know.” Alice’s voice came from behind him, a second before she palmed his ass cheek and squeezed. “They say women don’t notice, but we do.”

Of course she meant to torment him. His nudge back into her hand earned him a teasing slap and some high-quality rubbing.

“An hour ago, all this power was bent on pleasing me. Driving your cock deep”—she slipped her hand between his legs and ran a single finger along his length, so light he could’ve been imagining the touch—“hitting all the right places.”

She tapped the ridge of his cock, and his whine slipped out. Not imagining. Just lucky.

“Your ass did that work, Jay. Your thighs did that. Here.” A swish fluttered against his thighs, soft as a whisk broom. “And here.” She swept the outside of his ass cheeks.

Flogger. His body took unreasonably long to recognize it like this, without the stinging edge and demeaning insults.

“They deserve a reward for all that effort.” She moaned, low and rolling, and the deerskin flogger dragged back and forth across his ass. “Especially since they were so successful. You were so successful.”

He could lie here all day and listen to the thick satisfaction in Alice’s voice as she praised him.

“That first day we met”—the flogger lifted away from him—“you were flaunting those stellar abs, taunting me with your shirtless perfection.”

Thump.

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