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I never got an answer from Micca about wine, so I decided we’d all have beer tonight, and I’d explore her taste in wine another night. Whatever she liked would be fine. I’d come to terms with the fact I’m in love with a man who can’t enjoy a truly good wine. Micca’s tastes, whatever they were, would be okay, but I needed to know what they were so I’d know what to order for her.

I ordered three wildly different kinds of beer, but everyone seemed happy with my choices, which was a relief — and then we had a conversation about Micca’s favorite and most detested foods.

We were off in a dark little alcove where we were unlikely to be heard, but sex topics didn’t come up, and I didn’t force them. We’d get there. Micca is absolutely a sexual creature, and I couldn’t wait to see her in action Topping my boy with me. I was also eagerly anticipating that first press into her ass, which I assumed would happen later. All in good time.

For our meal, we got to know each other outside of sex, though I certainly felt some undertones here and there.

We opted for a shared table, so our main dishes and sides were in the center of the table, and we spooned and forked food onto our individual plates. Fingerlings, char sui ribs, smoked goose, beef tartar, pappardelle with an enoki mushroom sauce, butternut agnolotti, and my boy had to have the smoked goudamac and cheese, which we all enjoyed, so I’m glad he asked for it. I’m gradually teaching him about the finer things in life, but he’s also reminding me of how good some of the simpler things can be, too.

He sometimes makes us peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and the first one he made for me wassogood. I’d eaten it to humor him, but I really liked it. They’d been an option for lunch in the college cafeteria, and I believe that’s the only time I’ve ever eaten them. Turns out, they’re one of his comfort foods, which is a good thing for a Master to know. Also, Davy mixes the peanut butter and jelly together before he puts it on the bread, and it’s so much better than what I remember in the cafeteria. One time, he made them with peanut butter and honey, and I was again impressed. So simple, but really good.

We went for a walk over the Walnut Street Bridge after dinner. It was built back in the eighteen hundreds for vehicle traffic, but it’s purely a pedestrian bridge now, and we stopped at the top to take in the view of the moon overhead, the mountains that surround the city, the city itself, and the river we were directly over. The Tennessee River is over a mile wide in places, but it’s only a quarter mile wide where it flows past the city.

“I love my city,” Micca said. “I know Davy didn’t grow up here, did you, Will?”

I shook my head. “I grew up in the mountains of North Carolina, singing gospels in church, but let’s have that talk in private, where we’re sure we can’t be overheard.”

“Of course.” She bent and took her shoes off, and I suddenly realized I’d asked her to walk around town in heels.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t even think about your footwear.”

“Not a problem. I used to be a tenderfoot, but I’m not anymore. No biggie for me to walk barefoot.”

I’m six foot two inches, and Davy’s five foot seven and a quarter inches, which he rounds up so he tells people he’s fiveeight. Micca was taller than Davy in her heels, but out of her heels, she’s about an inch and a half shorter. Probably only an inch shorter once he was out of his dress shoes.

Why did the idea of someone smaller than Davy ordering him around make my dick even harder?

“I think our food needs to settle a little more before we go gangbusters in the playroom,” I told her, “but my dick doesn’t want to wait.”

She leaned sideways, kissed Davy on the cheek, and looked at me. “I don’t know what you can safely do without being spotted, but The Billiard Club has some rooms where mostly only the tables are lit, and everything else is kinda dark.”

“An excellent idea, and my security guys know the management there, which makes it easier to spring on them last minute.”

I looked across the bridge to Mac, who nodded, which I took to mean he’d heard me and they’d make arrangements. A few moments later, he walked to us. “Ranger’s on the phone with them. We can’t reserve a room, but he’s arranging for us to have two tables next to each other at the back of a room, so he and I can act as a buffer between you and the other patrons. We’re a twenty-minute drive, so we can leave when you’re ready.”

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Micca

Billiards turned out to be a good call. Will seems to be good at everything he does, and he ran the table a few times, which means he won most of the games. I held my own and won several games, and Davy even managed to win a game.

I was a little surprised when Davy stayed in the garage while Will walked me into the house, but once the door closed behind us, he reminded me, “Davy’s rarely clothed inside thehouse — only when we have guests who don’t understand our relationship, or when he invites a friend over.”

“He always undresses and dresses in the garage?”

“Yes.” He sighed. “Well, always when we’re coming and going. If we’re having guests over, I let him dress in the bedroom.”

He worked a palm padandinput a security code to get through a door just a dozen feet inside the house from the garage, and told me, “My bandmates have never seen this room. It’s a big mystery to them, and I’m probably having too much fun keeping it secret. It’s possible they’ve blown it into something much bigger than it is.”

He opened the door, and I walked a third of the way in and turned in a slow circle, taking everything in. The equipment was mostly steel with a little leather and minimal padding, and the jail cell at the back looked especially harsh and cold.

But there was a huge fucking steel and wood bed with fancy steel columns at the corners supporting a canopy, and lots of fabric floating down from it in places. Is it wrong it felt even more romantic with all the places to attach a submissive’s various appendages to? It was way bigger than a king-sized bed — there’d be no problem with the three of us sleeping in it.

“I like it,” I told him. “All cold and stark with the exception of the orgy-sized bed, and even with the extra fabric hanging down and around kind of romantic and dreamy, it’s still a little scary looking with all the obvious attachment points, not to mention the pillory built into the footboard.” I hadn’t seen it at first, but damn, could I have fun with it.

“I’m impressed. Most people think it’s a stockade.”

“I’m not most people.”