Brooklyn Bound Page 8

  “Oh, Master, I’m thrilled and honored you’d ask me to do that. I’m here for you, Sir. I’ll do whatever you ask of me.”

  Gabe nipped at his earlobe. “You’re fucking right you will, you little prick. You’re mine now, and you’ll do as I say. And if my wife wants to join us, you’ll do as she says, too. You belong to us.” Rocking his pelvis back and forth, their new position caused great friction on his own cock, but not quite enough to get the job done. “Use your hand and bring me off, slave. Make it good, or you’ll have to do it ten more times today.”

  Tucker reached between them and worked the skin of the shaft up and down.

  Gabe sighed and prepared for the first earth-shattering climax of the day. He leaned in and whispered, “Come whenever you want to, lover. Warm my ass with your hot spunk. I want it bad.” He froze for a moment when he realized he’d forgotten to place a condom on Tucker’s cock.

  Tucker must have remembered at the same moment. “You can pull off, Master. I don’t have to come inside you. I forgot, too. I’m sorry. It’s my fault for not remembering.”

  Gabe held him tight and spoke directly into his ear. “We’re both clean and Brook’s on the pill, though I think you should still use a rubber with her. But with me—as long as the three of us are monogamous…” He pulled back and looked into Tucker’s eyes.

  Tucker nodded wholeheartedly.

  He captured the gorgeous man’s lips in another soul-wrenching kiss, then drew him close again. “Come inside me, baby. Fill me up until your seed is dripping out of me.”

  “Aw, fuck!” Tucker howled and threw his head back. He pumped Gabe’s shaft continuously as he exploded in a long, loud orgasm.

  Gabe watched the expressive face with excitement and continued amazement about what great luck karma had bestowed on him.

  When the hunky stud’s climax was complete, he focused on Gabe and the fact that he hadn’t come yet. Tucker looked at him with confusion.

  Gabe smiled. “I love watching you. In fact, I think I might love you.”

  “Damn, you don’t know how it warms my heart to hear that. I love you, too, my magnificent Master Gabriel. I know we’ve got some work to do with my Mistress. But I welcome the challenge, as much as I welcome the thought of doing this with you, every day for the rest of our lives.”

  Gabe’s heart soared. He’d find a way to make it work with Brook. He’d always been able to win her over to his way of thinking. This arrangement would benefit them both. He kissed Tucker again. “Every day for the rest of our lives?” he murmured, lips touching.

  Tucker nodded, still kissing, hand still pumping with vigor.

  Gabe’s eyes rolled back. “I’m coming,” he moaned into his lover’s mouth.

  “Come on,” Tucker encouraged, then sucked Gabe’s tongue into his mouth and breathed for him as he panted.

  When his shuddering subsided, Gabe was happier than he ever remembered being in his life. He licked his own spunk from Tucker’s hand, then dipped his fingers into the pool on their stomachs and held them to Tucker’s mouth to do the same.

  A while later, sticky as hell and sated for the time being, he disengaged from his lover’s body and they walked, arm in arm, to the shower.

  * * * *

  Tucker couldn’t see through the makeshift blindfold Gabe had used to cover his eyes. He knew it was late, already dark outside, but he didn’t really know what time it was. They hadn’t left the bedroom all day except to shower a couple of times and grab some quick bites of food.

  Kneeling at the foot of the bed with his hands bound behind his back, he waited for his Master’s next command. Neither of them had worn a stitch of clothing all day. He’d been fucked, sucked and jacked off so many times, the skin around his cock and entire groin area was sore. His backside was just as tender, sporting red welts where he’d been spanked and lashed for various offenses that he would repeat again given one moment’s worth of opportunity.

  Parts of him were in agony. Parts of him were in heaven.

  Gabe had taken to his new role with enthusiasm, spending the whole day looking for different household items to use as instruments of pleasure/pain. He’d discussed everything with Tucker first, and had used the utmost amount of care. Some trials had been successful. Some hadn’t worked out as well. They’d played, experimented, laughed and had given each other incredible orgasms the whole day long.

  Tucker was in love.

  He never wanted to leave the spot he was in right then. He was concerned about how Brook’s return would affect them, and how she’d feel about him and Gabe expressing love for one another. It was soon, he realized that. But he’d never been surer of anything in his life. Gabe was his true soulmate.

  “What would you do for me, slave?”

  The question came out of the blue.

  He thought for a moment, then replied, “Anything, Master. I’d do anything for you.”

  “Is that so? Well then, would you sleep in that position while I stretch out in the big bed all by myself tonight?”

  “Um, it wouldn’t be my first choice. But if that’s what you request of me, I won’t deny you.”

  “What if I turned you around to face me and brought in some friends of mine? I could watch you suck each of them off in succession, or maybe jack off on you, until you had warm spunk drooling from your mouth and covering every inch of your sexy body.”

  “Also not my first choice. I’ve done it before, at a Rose & Thorn play party. But we just made a vow to be monogamous, which might make that scenario tricky.”

  “You’re coming up with a lot of excuses tonight, slave. I’m questioning the sincerity of your loyalty.”

  “I’m sorry, Master. What can I do to make it up to you?”

  Master Gabriel ran the back of one hand over the smooth skin on Tucker’s neck. He twirled his fingers through the short, spiked hair on his head then with a quick movement, removed the blindfold. Leaning over to face him, Gabe smiled. “I’ll tell you want you can do. Climb onto the bed, on your stomach for starters, and relax. I’m going to give you a full body massage. You’ve earned it after your performance today.”

  Tucker’s heart melted. “Oh, Master, you don’t have to do that. Sleeping next to you in the bed is reward enough.”

  Gabe cupped his chin. “Enough for tonight, lover. Our role-playing is done. You’re free to do whatever you wish. If you want to leave, there’s that option, too. I’d like you to stay, and I’d still like to give you the massage. One lover to another.”

  Tucker rose and got his bearings after spending so long on his knees. “Of course I’m not leaving, you goofball. I’ll take the massage, and give you one back in return. Anything you want from me, just name it.”

  Gabe wrapped his arms around Tucker. “Just you. All I want is you. All I need is you.” Their lips joined in a kiss.

  “Not quite all. There is the matter of Brooklyn.”

  Reaching for a bottle of scented lotion, Gabe nodded. “Ah, yes. My beautiful wife. I definitely need her, too. I’m confident that once I’ve made my case with her she’ll be on board with our new arrangement.”

  “Which is?” Tucker heard Gabe mention it before, but wanted to hear it again.

  “I want us all to live together. We’ll have to work out the logistics, of course, and it might not happen right away. Until then I’d like you to stay over as often as possible.”

  “I’d like that too, if Brooklyn agrees.”

  “Leave her to me.” Gabe patted the bed. “Lie down, and let me massage you.”

  “Okay, as long as you aren’t expecting much more than that. I think I’m spent.”

  Gabe waggled his eyebrows. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

  Tucker made a face as he crawled into bed. “Were you always this maniacal, or did meeting me bring this side out in you?”

  “Definitely you. Definitely.” Gabe leaned down and planted a raspberry in the middle of Tucker’s back.

  * * * *

  Tuck
er slept comfortably in Gabe’s arms and when they woke, other than a few good morning kisses, there were no sexual overtures made by either of them. They showered and dressed, then read the Sunday morning paper while sharing a pot of coffee and a light breakfast.

  Later they went to the mall for a leisurely lunch and strolled around to window shop. In the large atrium, a car dealership had parked three new vehicles with a rack of brochures.

  Tucker paused in front of a large silver truck. “Wow, look at this beauty.”

  Gabe whistled. “That’s nice.” He picked up a flyer and examined it. “I’d probably go for the black one, though. No club cab, it cuts the bed size and I wouldn’t need that much seating.”

  “Me either. I’ve been thinking about getting something different. This looks very cool. Would you go with the four wheel drive?”

  “Absolutely. And the limited edition. It has all the neat perks.”

  Tucker rolled his eyes. “Maybe someday.”

  “No shit.” Gabe shoved the brochure back into the rack and they moved on.

  “What’s your dream job, Gabe? If you could do anything you wanted, I mean?”

  He seemed to think about it before answering. “I don’t know. I’ve always wanted to own a construction company, and I’ve got that.”

  “What was your major in college?”

  “Construction science.”

  Tucker chuckled. “You did know what you wanted to do. That’s nice. I suppose I did, too. My dad would have supported anything I did, but I looked up to him, and wanted to follow in his footsteps.”

  “Cool. If you don’t mind my asking, what was up with your real dad? You said you didn’t know him, yet you have his last name.”

  He shrugged. “The guy walked out on Mom and me when I was a tot. She tried to get him to relinquish his rights when she married Will so he could adopt me, but it never happened. As I grew older, Mom and Will talked to me about it. They said because he’d never paid child support, they could petition for a revocation of rights. Will also told me it didn’t matter what name I had, I’d always be his son. He reaffirmed that when I came out as gay. I figured with unconditional love like that, what difference did the name make? Besides, I may have gotten my job because of Will, but I wanted to prove to people that I deserved it. I think I’ve been pretty successful at that. And it’s actually easier since we don’t have the same last name. People meeting me for the first time don’t automatically assume I was hired because of nepotism.”

  “Wow.” Gabe gazed at him thoughtfully. “You’re pretty special, you know that? I mean, I knew it, I’m just making sure you do, too.”

  Tucker chuckled. “Thanks, babe. So what about Brooklyn? What did she want to do after college? Surely her dream didn’t involve that huge stack of law books she sits behind in the library of our firm.”

  “Close, but not exactly. She hoped to be a lawyer, but we were just starting out, and it was expensive. She had to quit after three semesters.”

  “Halfway through? Oh, God! That’s awful! What kind of grades did she get?”

  He nodded. “Good. Her LSAT scores were amazing. It just didn’t work out. I feel bad about it, but we could only do so much. In the back of my mind, I always hoped, if the construction company took off, maybe she could go back that last year and a half.”

  Tucker winced. “That’s rough. There’s a lot of applicants for not a lot of spaces. She’d have to retake the LSATs, too, which would be harder after being away from it for so long.”

  “Just a thought. She may not even be interested anymore. We haven’t discussed it in ages.”

  A different thought occurred to Tucker and he decided to voice it. “What about kids? You two ever talk about starting a family?”

  “Now that we have discussed. Nah. Neither of us feels that burning need to procreate. We may get a dog at some point, when we’re both not working so damn many hours.”

  “A dog.” Tucker laughed. The answer relieved him. Children would complicate their relationship, to say the least. If there is a relationship. Everything rested on Brooklyn. “Fair enough.”

  They stopped at a candy kiosk and he fumbled in his pocket for loose change.

  “What are you doing?” Gabe chuckled.

  “Peanut M&M’s are my guilty pleasure. I can’t walk by without getting some.” He inserted the coins and a handful of candy came out. He popped one into his mouth and offered his hand to Gabe. “Can I interest you in a treat?”

  “You’re the only treat I need, but what the hell.” He took one and ate it.

  Tucker polished off the rest. “Hey, let’s stop in this men’s store. I could use a couple new shirts while we’re here.”

  “Sure.” Gabe followed him in and browsed while Tucker chose his shirts.

  “This is nice.” Tucker held a sports jacket up to Gabe’s chest.

  “You’d look good in that.”

  “I was thinking for you.” He tucked a strand of long hair behind Gabe’s ear.

  Gabe glanced in the mirror. “Nah, it’s sweet but I can’t swing it right now.”

  Disregarding his words, Tucker slid the jacket over Gabe’s shirt, forcing him to try it on. He stood behind him and stared into the mirror. “It’s perfect.”

  “Are you even listening?” Gabe teased.

  “Nope. Because you’re sweet, and I’d like to do this for you. Now let’s choose a shirt to go with it.”

  “Where am I going to wear this?”

  Tucker shrugged as he dug through the rack of shirts. “Never know where we might end up some evening. Here, what about this one?”

  Gabe rolled his eyes and accepted the shirt.

  * * * *

  After unlocking the front door of his house, Gabe carted in his packages. By the time they’d left the store, Tucker had purchased two shirts and ties for himself, plus the jacket, two shirts and a tie for him. He’d tried to protest but Tucker had ignored him. Until they’d climbed into his SUV with the tinted windows, and started kissing like there was no tomorrow. He hoped and prayed that wasn’t true.

  Unable to wait until they got home, Tucker had driven to a secluded spot and they’d given each other spectacular blow jobs in the front seat. He’d dropped Gabe off with more sweet kisses and declarations of love. Gabe had returned both the kisses and the endearments, then regretfully got out and gone inside alone.

  Brook wasn’t home yet. He texted her to find out her ETA, and she texted back she’d be home by five.

  He cleaned the house and made sure there was no evidence of the total debauchery that had taken place the day before. He washed the sheets and scrubbed the place until it shined. Emotions torn, he was excited to see Brook but sad, really sad, to see Tucker go.

  He grilled two steaks and steamed some vegetables for their dinner. When she arrived, he met her at the door and lifted the bag from her hands. “Welcome home. I missed you.”

  “Really? You could say that like you meant it, dear.” She glanced around. “We alone?”

  “Yep. He’s gone, and I’ve got steaks for dinner.”

  “That sounds good. Traffic was heavy and I’m beat. I just want to eat, then shower and climb into my jammies. I’ll probably be asleep before eight.”

  “Whatever you’d like, babe.” He placed her bag in the bedroom and returned to the grill to finish the steaks. “How were your parents?”

  “Good. Happy to see me. Said to tell you they missed you, and to make sure you came next time. I said I was pretty sure there was no problem with your coming.” She batted her eyelashes.

  He chuckled and served their food. They sat and ate.

  “How was your weekend with Tucker?” She said his name like it was something amusing.

  He gazed at her sincerely. “It was wonderful, babe. We had a great time.”

  “So you didn’t kick him to the curb? Just asking in case I need to worry about my job security.”

  “He told you no worries, remember?”

  She shrugge
d. “Things change.”

  “Some things do, you’re right.” He studied his plate.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  Gabe grinned at her shyly. “Tucker is terrific, Brooks. I’m really getting attached to him. I know if you give him another chance you’ll feel the same way.”

  “I had a lot of time to think, driving both ways. I figured one of two things might happen, and prepared arguments for each of them.”

  “I hope you’re using ‘arguments’ in the legal sense of the word, because I really don’t want to fight with you.”

  “I am. If you were tired of Tucker’s antics already, I was going to suggest we might look together for another man to invite into our bed occasionally. We’d have to be very careful. I thought maybe Seth and Carla could help us. They know lots of people at that club they belong to, the Thorn thing.”

  “Rose & Thorn Society. You’re right, the people who go there are well vetted, clean and discreet.”

  Her eyes widened. “Did you go there?”

  “No. The suggestion never came up. We talked about the place, though. It’s not somewhere you just ‘go’. You have to fill out paperwork and provide documentation. Tucker says it takes about a week to be accepted, and not everyone is.”

  She continued eating. “The other possibility was that you would still be interested in Tucker, despite his unusual sexual tastes.”

  “His tastes aren’t that unusual, Brook. He likes to have sex. In case you forgot, so do we.”

  Her eyes flashed. “He likes to have kinky sex, with Masters and slaves and spanking. That’s not normal.”

  “It’s called BDSM, and it’s very normal to a certain segment of the population. We’ve always felt it didn’t matter what consenting adults did in the privacy of their homes. This is no different.”

  Her voice became hushed. “It’s different when you expect me to participate in it.”

  Gabe reached for her hand. “You did participate, and if I recall you came pretty hard more than once. I know you enjoyed it, Brooks. I also know it’s a bit intimidating in the light of day. You don’t have to worry about that. It’s erotic, it’s enjoyable, and I’ve decided I like it. I want to continue role-playing with Tucker, and maybe get a little deeper into it if you’ll come on board.”