Of Being Yours[another way 2] (7 page)

“Yeah. Yeah, of course.”

“There you go.”

Laura gave us a watery smile. “Thanks, guys.”

“Honestly, Laura,” I said, “you’ll work it out.”

I gave her a hug before she left and realized I missed that kind of female contact. It shocked me, feeling like I was missing out. I hadn’t felt like that in a long time.

Will had brought paperwork home with him to finish for a meeting the following day, so I cooked: fried chicken and salad and coleslaw made fresh while he worked at the breakfast bar. He didn’t mind the radio being on while I cooked; he said the noise never distracted him. And he liked when I put sauces under his nose for him to taste, for his approval.

“What do you think about Laura’s situation?” I asked him as we sat down to eat.

“Honestly? I think she’s been lucky to get away with it for so long already,” he said.

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. Steven is a saint. We all know that. But there’s only so long she can parade a beautiful naked young woman in front of him before he decides he wants to get in on that action. He’s a man, after all.”

“With the patience of a saint,” I said, arguing lightly. “Steven knew about Laura’s involvement in the lifestyle when he married her. He put up with me for ages.”

“Ah, you’re different,” Will said as he took a bite of chicken. “This is really good, by the way. You never lived with them, Jess. You don’t look after their kids and iron his shirts and charm her mother.”

“I disagree. I charmed the pants off her mom.”

He laughed. “Seriously, though? I think if anyone can work through this, it’s Laura. She’s always had a solid moral code that allows her to be a deviant and a wife and now a mother as well. I think they’ll be just fine.”

“What would you do?” I asked as I picked at my salad.

“I’m not sure that I could ever get myself into that situation. The idea of polyamory just doesn’t sit well with me. Of course, it could work for them.”

“Do you think that’s how they’ll end up? As a polyamorous threesome?”

“Maybe,” he said. “You know I find it hard to split my affections, or I should say, I had serious issues when I tried to do it before. Having a sub who’s also my partner is perfect for me.”

“Thanks,” I said with a smile.

“Of course, you’re perfect for me anyway. The fact that you’re kinky too is the icing on top of a really good cake.”

“Charmer.”

“I know. Session tonight?”

I considered it, whereas once I would have jumped at the chance to be with him like that. My body had its own limitations, and however much I loved to push myself, I couldn’t serve him in the way I wanted to if I wasn’t completely physically and mentally there.

“A light one?” I asked.

“Sure.”

He had me kneel for him in the bedroom and didn’t bother to collar me. I didn’t need the weight of my leather collar or the familiar surroundings of his playroom to be able to find my subspace anymore. It had taken a long time to get to this stage, but now that we’d achieved it, I relished the freedom it gave us.

We’d already locked up the house and turned off our phones—there would be no distractions. The carpet was softer under my knees than the hard wood of the playroom a floor above me, and it was slightly cooler down here too, making goose bumps rise on my arms.

My Master had me wait for him, my fingers linked behind my neck, arms braced, knees slightly apart, as he showered in our adjoining bathroom. When he returned to me wearing only loose pajama pants, I could smell his preferred shower gel on his skin and almost feel the warmth radiating from it.

“Good boy,” he murmured as he towel dried his hair.

He sat—when he was ready, of course—on the edge of the bed and dragged a pillow down to his side.

“Come here.”

When I arranged myself over his thighs for a spanking in the playroom, it was usually while he sat on his high-backed armless chair, meaning my hands and feet were all that balanced me on either side. Because he was on the bed tonight, it meant I could lie out flat, my head on the pillow and my arms wrapped around it, and my feet propped up too.

He rubbed his hand across the swell of my ass, softly at first, slow circles that helped me to relax. I knew what was coming, of course, but still jumped a little as he swatted me for the first time. He hummed low in his throat, and I decided he wasn’t happy with something. Then his other arm came to anchor me around my waist and hold me to him.

He started off with a light series of smacks that covered my ass and the tops of my thighs, warming the skin so I wouldn’t bruise from the harder strokes I was sure would come. I sighed and snuggled further into my pillow, lifting my ass to him a little bit for better access.

There was always a consistency to how he spanked me, meaning I didn’t have to work hard to find the right headspace for it. Stroke, circle, lift, smack. Stroke, circle, lift, smack. He worked up to the heavier thudding spanks that rocked my body and forced little grunts and whimpers from the back of my throat.

To finish, Will discarded the stroke, circle, lift, smack routine as he rained a series of lighter smacks down all over my ass and thighs, then finished with a heavy and painful full-palmed wallop right across the fleshiest part of my ass.

“Thank you,” I gasped, and he let me have a few moments before he scooted back on the bed and swung his legs out from under mine. Then he disappeared into the bathroom.

When he came back, he had a tube of arnica gel with him, which he smoothed over my hot red skin to take out the sting and hopefully prevent too much bruising.

“How are you doing?” he said softly.

“Good,” I told him. Turning my head on the pillow, I reached out for him. “Can I do anything for you?”

Will shook his head. “I’m fine.” He leaned in and kissed me on the forehead, then turned off the lamp on his nightstand and pulled the duvet back so I could crawl in next to him.

In the darkness we were pulled together as if by magnets, our hands grasping for purchase on hips and sore thighs and the back of his neck and the curve of my shoulder. He kissed me so sweetly and with so much raw want and love, flicking his tongue against mine and then sucking it into his mouth.

I cupped his cheek in the palm of my hand and angled our faces together for more soft kisses, gently pressing our lips together over and over. Will reached for me again, drawing my body to his with his hand on my lower back, his thumb stroking back and forth over my skin.

With one last kiss, then another, for luck, I rolled over away from him and pulled his arm around my waist so he could hold me as I slept.

He buried his face into the back of my neck as he held me tighter, and I tried to take up as little space as I possibly could. Will still kissed me over and over, seemingly unable to stop as I lay there and just absorbed all the love and attention he was showering on me.

“I need you so much,” he mumbled, and I realized how much that was true. As well as love, as well as attention, this was a display of his total and unequivocal need for me and what I gave him.

“Not going anywhere,” I promised him. “Never leaving you.”

His arm tightened around me. “Sorry. I just….”

“Don’t. I get it.” I took a deep breath and sighed it out, which was really just an excuse to see how much room to breathe he would give me when I needed it. It wasn’t a lot. “Do you want me?” I asked, pressing my ass back against him. He wasn’t even half-hard, but that didn’t mean he’d say no.

“Not tonight,” he said in a low voice. “Just this for a little while.”

“Okay,” I said. I could give him that.

I
ARRIVED
home first, which wasn’t that unusual for us. Even so, it was late and I was exhausted and sent a quick text off to Will telling him I was going to order pizza for dinner. There was a pile of mail on the mat as I let myself into the house, kicked off my shoes, and wandered through to the kitchen to find a soda before I got changed.

The bills were dumped in our bills tray (the space on top of the refrigerator) to be dealt with at a later date, and I turned over a thick envelope addressed to me and Will both. The return address was Georgia.

I frowned as I ripped it open, and my mouth dropped open as I read the note inside.

When Will got in I was practically hopping with excitement, and he shushed and shooed me away as he hung up his coat in the closet and straightened my shoes and his.

“What’s with you?” he grumbled.

I handed him the note and danced on the spot as he read it.

“Who’s Nicole Tate?”

“My cousin,” I said.

“And she’s inviting us to her wedding.”

“Will,” I said and smacked his arm. “She’s inviting Mr. Jesse Ross and Mr. William Anderson to her wedding. Together. As a couple.”

His eyes widened in understanding. “Wow. Does your mama know?”

“God only knows,” I said, shaking my head. “Either way, she’s going to shit a brick when she finds out.”

“How well do you know your cousin Nicole?” he said as we relocated to the family room. “And how well does she know your mother?”

“Ah, Nicole was the first girl who let me touch her boobs. I was thirteen.”

“So you know her intimately, then,” he said, deadpan.

“You’ve met her too,” I said. “Back when we went down for Christmas last year.”

Will shook his head. “I met a lot of your family then, Jesse.”

“Um, dark hair? About down to here.” I indicated to my shoulder. “
Big
boobs. She was with the tall guy with the beard.”

“Not Little Miss Jesus?” he asked, staring at me as if I’d grown another head.

I laughed. “Yeah, if you like.”

“And she’s inviting her gay cousin and his gay boyfriend to her wedding? In Hicksville, Georgia? No, Jesse, we’re going to get hunted down with shotguns and pitchforks. We’ll be the entertainment for the evening. ‘Shoot the Fag’.”

“Don’t be mean about Hicksville. I grew up there,” I said and put my feet in his lap for him to rub. “And Nicole’s not like that. She’s really sweet.”

“What about the rest of the family?”

I leaned my head back over the arm of the sofa and groaned, rubbing my hands over my face. “They already know about you, Will. My mama likes to pretend that I’m not gay, and everyone else plays along with that because it makes her happy. My daddy doesn’t give a fuck, and my sister is a crazy bitch who likes animals more than people. But Nicole’s one of the good ones.”

“Is she getting married in a church?”

“For sure.”

“I don’t want to go.”

I looked up and he was pouting.

“William Anderson,” I said in my most commanding voice, sitting up and giving him a stern look. “I never ask you to do anything like this. If Nicole didn’t want us there, she could have easily,
easily
not invited us because of Mama or her church or the fact that we live in Seattle or whatever. But she did, because she’s a nice person. And if she wants us there, then we’re
going to fucking be there whether you like it or not. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir,” he said meekly.

I clambered back to sit up, then swung a leg over his lap, ignoring the throb of soreness from my spanking the night before, and threaded my fingers through his hair. “Please do this for me?” I said softly.

“Will you wear a suit?”

I closed my eyes and let the smile tug at my lips. “Yes.”

“Okay. You look hot in a suit.”

“Thank you.”

Chapter 5

A
FTER
we’d eaten dinner and cleaned up, we crashed on the sofa for a few hours before we both started yawning. Then Will took my hand and led me through to our bedroom and shut the door softly behind us. We didn’t have a huge amount of space in the room because Will seemed to favor large pieces of furniture, including our huge bed.

I opened my mouth to say something and he shook his head.

In the silence of our room, he lifted his hands and pressed his fingertip against my lips, shaking his head again. I kissed it and understood.

I turned in to find his lips, and they were right where I needed them to be to tumble into a light kiss. Will’s arms tightened around my waist and I lifted mine, wrapping them around his neck to bring us closer together.

He retreated far enough to work his thumbs through the buttons of my shirt and push it off my shoulders to leave me bare chested in front of him. With his palms flat against my chest, he leaned in to kiss me again, hotter this time, his tongue sneaking out to lick at my lips.

I pulled his sweater off over his head and brought us back to the beginning, pressed up close to each other, but now his body brushed against my nipple rings. The fingers of one hand were tangled in my hair. The other hand crept down under the waistband of my jeans, then actively grabbed at my ass and pulled me closer to him.

Fighting down the little noises that were instinctive to me was harder than I would have thought, especially when Will seemed to be doing everything in his power to try to make me lose control.