Page 96 of Binding Their Hearts

“All right, dearest?” His usually smooth baritone was hoarse. He’d probably dehydrated himself with his incredible fucking. Marathon and a sprint at the same time. Fucking genius.

“Gonna sit.” She wobbled, trying to free her cock from Jay before the lube dried and she hurt him. Two-handed operation at her current capacity. She gently pressed Jay’s ass cheek aside and gripped her silicone base with her other hand, then slid back slowly. “And water.”

Jay, lifting his head, laughed. “Pretty sure she means ‘drink.’ Good effort, Mistress Alice.”

“Release you. End scene. C’mere, stud. Spouse. Love.”

Her grabby hands found him, but only because Jay rose from the flogging horse and stepped into her path. “Your after-sex babbling is ridiculously sexy. Makes me feel like I earned that stud title, even though you were the one giving and I was the one receiving.”

She draped her arms over his shoulders. “Earn it every day, you. Always. Sit with me.”

Between them, Henry and Jay lowered her to the rug and slipped off her harness, and somehow Jay had her feet in his lap and Henry was offering her water. She swallowed a sip and rested her head on Henry’s chest. “This is the best birthday.”

Humming lightly, Henry kissed the top of her head. “I am overcome with exuberance to hear you deem it so, sweet girl.”

“Well now Henry’s gonna start planning how to top it next year.” Jay lifted her foot and kissed the top, winking at her. “And you know he’s a fantastic topper.”

She should discipline herself for laughing at that. It was an objectively pitiful joke. But she beckoned Jay toward her.

He set her foot down before shimmying alongside her. Lying sideways, he propped his head on his hand. “Whatcha need, Alice? I’ll get you anything you want.”

She rubbed his face, still smooth from his morning shave. He didn’t seem tense. His eyes, his smile—both glowing with love and care, no lurking distress. “I just want to know you had a good time, sweetheart.”

A gently approving squeeze from Henry launched good-girl ions in her stomach, charged particles leaping and twirling at the silent praise.

Jay raised up and brushed their lips together. “I had an amazing time. A, I didn’t freak out, not even a little, not even just in my own head. B, the orgasm was top-notch. And C—” Tipping his head, he rolled his gaze between her and Henry. “The partners were even better.”

Not tearing up. So not tearing up, not her.

Jay breathed in deep and sighed, loud and long. “And this—” He waved his hand over the three of them, sprawled on the rug between the flogging horse and the leather chair, she and Jay naked except for his harness, and Henry still almost entirely dressed, with just his pants hanging open. “This is the best part. The part where I don’t wake up tomorrow regretting everything and hating myself. The part where we love each other for the people we are and not the ones we think we should be.”

That was how she loved him every day. But now he loved himself that way, or he was getting there in therapy, and that was infinity-level wonderful. “That’s beautiful, Jay.”

Maybe tearing up a little.

“And, of course”—Jay stretched his arms over his head, extending his hands in a bridge—“the part where I can say I love sucking off my husband and getting fucked by my wife, and we’re gonna have a tennis ball next time so I can do both all night long.” He slapped his hands behind his head, elbows out in complete casual mode, a broad smirk across his face. “I mean, I guess you could trade positions after the first round. That would be good, too.”

“A tennis ball?” She didn’t ask intentionally. But once she had—“I don’t know what that means.”

“For a safeword.”

Changing his safeword to tennis ball. Okay, sure, she didn’t know Jay harbored any particular dislike of tennis, but how that related to serving her and Henry at the same time remained a mystery.

Henry curled her hand into a fist and curled his own around it. “Jay is speaking of a nonverbal cue, Alice. It needn’t be a literal tennis ball, merely a small object, easily grasped, that can be dropped in lieu of uttering a safeword when one’s mouth is otherwise occupied.”

That made significantly more sense. “I think I still have a lot to learn.”

“And to attempt, and to make modifications to, and to relish every moment of the process.” He uncurled her hand and stroked her palm. No blisters forming from the flogger handle; she must have kept a proper grip. “We may try everything we wish to, as much and as often as we wish.”

A never-ending series of experiments, with a goal of finding and cataloging every pleasurable sensation the human body could experience. That could be highly rewarding.

Cupping her breasts, Henry peered over her shoulder and down her chest. “These may need tender ministrations from Jay’s lips throughout the day. As a precaution against chafing.”

His light tone teased, and Jay blew air kisses at her. She played at caging them in her hand.

Henry toyed with her breasts, stroking gently. “I do think nipple clamps will be next on my list for you, Alice, given your enjoyment today.”

She shivered with a dollop of excitement and a wisp of fear. Henry probably already had them in the dresser—the dresser. “Aw, fuck. I never attached Jay’s leash.”

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