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Chapter 9

Henry

The next morning, Jason came downstairs naked except for his cage. I shot him a stern look, and he kneeled on the floor with his legs spread, showing us what could be ours. He bowed his head and waited. “I’ve made my decision. And I’ve done some research and typed up a preliminary contract for us to discuss. I emailed it to you both.”

My eyebrows shot up as I reached for my phone. I’d never had a contract, but I’d also never had a submissive like Jason. I’d never known someone who ached to be controlled with such intensity.

“Fuck, I wish I didn’t have to go to work,” Mari said, laughing. “You have my permission to use him in any way you see fit. But maybe send me photos.”

I smiled at her. “We’ll finish the contract and send it to you. I’m closing today, so you can have a turn with our pet when you get home.”

I turned to find Jason watching us, his blush making his cheeks and neck pink. He whimpered.

“We can…” He swallowed hard. “You don’t mind if she fucks me when you’re not home?”

I grabbed his chin and forced eye contact. “You’re our toy, our pet. And if my wife needs to come, she’s perfectly welcome to play with what’s hers. Our pet doesn’t feel jealousy. He’s just here to please us, and he loves us unconditionally. And we don’t feel jealous of our pet any more than we’d feel jealous of our vibrator.”

He moaned softly, his cock leaking through the hole in his cage. I went back to my wife, dipping my lips to kiss her.

“You sure?” she whispered.

“You unsure?” I said, and she glanced towards Jason.

“No. I want all of it.” She smiled softly and I kissed her again, deepening the kiss, shoving my hands up her shirt to grope her breasts. The heady rush of being so wild with my best friend kneeling at our feet, all caged up and helpless, took over my better judgement, and I pushed a hand under Mari’s skirt, growling when I found her wet and ready for me. I slid her panties to the side and slipped a finger inside her, making her moan.

She spread her legs. “Please,” she whispered, glancing at Jason.

“You like it when I fuck you in front of our little slut?” I murmured against her lips.

She nodded. “I need you. Please?”

I shoved my pajama pants out of the way, then lifted her leg and pushed inside her with a groan, and she shuddered as I slammed into her again and again, gripping her ass hard, grinding my cock against her clit with every thrust. I glanced at Jason, and she followed my gaze to where he was kneeling on the floor.

“Fucking beautiful,” I breathed, not sure if I was talking about Mari or Jason.

“Yes! Fuck me harder, please,” she begged, and I did, lifting her other leg as I plunged into her, rutting into her hard, but holding my orgasm back.

“I want to come all over his pretty face,” I whispered, asking permission. She shuddered around me, nodding her head, then met my eyes. “Make me come first, then you can have your fun.”

I spun her and grabbed her breast with one hand, her pussy with the other, circling her clit with my index finger as I thrust inside her again and again. “Watch him,” I murmured in her ear. “Watch him as he watches you come.”

Jason was still kneeling, and he looked dazed and aroused out of his mind

Her pussy clenched tight around my cock, and I felt her coming hard, her body jerking as I kept pounding into her, her hand reaching back to grab my ass as she rode out her shuddering orgasm. I gave her one last kiss, then helped her put her clothes back in order, as she laughed and realized she was running late.

“Treat him well, baby,” she said, kissing me on the lips and giving my still-hard cock a little tug. Then she waved and left for work.

I turned back to Jason. I was alone with my pretty little slut, thinking of all the fun things I could do to him. His bright blue eyes were glued to my erection.

“Do you enjoy seeing me like this?” I asked him, stroking myself.

He nodded, eyes wide.

“Do you want to taste it?”

“I do, sir,” he answered quickly. He licked his lips, and I couldn’t help but laugh a little. The eager expression on his face was so sweet, and so unlike the front Jason usually put on. But there was something raw and real about it, something that rang true. This was my best friend, without all the artifice. This was who he was, not who he thought he should be.

“Come on, then.” I stepped closer to him, shifting slightly so he could get a look at the head of my cock. His mouth dropped open, and I smiled, stroking myself, milking out a drop of pre-cum, and watching his tongue stretch out to catch it.

“What do you want?” I asked him. “You need to use your words.”

“Anything you say, Sir,” he said, licking his lips again, his eyes pleading for a taste. I shot him a stern look, and he cleared his throat. “Your cock, Sir.”

“Then move to the couch and I’ll show you how to please your master,” I said, and he hesitated, looking at me.

“Yes, Sir,” he said quickly, standing and moving backwards, sprawling over the couch, his hands stretched over his head, resting on the couch cushion behind him. I leaned down and kissed and licked his armpit, breathing in his scent. He was a delicious treat, displayed just for me, his lean, muscled body flexing and tightening as he fought for control. I wondered what he would do if unleashed.

I straddled him, kissing him on the cheek and forcing his head back onto the couch cushion. Shifting, I tapped the head of my cock against his lush pink lips, and he moaned, his tongue darting out and tasting me. “Tell me why you like this.”

“I feel owned,” he whispered. “And… I want you. You’re my best friend. When you moan in pleasure, it makes me happy. When you call me a good boy… I like that.” His eyes met mine as he tilted his head, turning until he was on his hands and knees, his chin resting on the back of the couch, which was a convenient height, I realized, as he opened wide and took me into his mouth.

“Fuck, you’re so warm and wet, my good boy,” I whispered, shoving in deeper, hitting the back of his throat. I couldn’t help but wonder how his hole might feel, how it might be to be truly inside him. For now, I teased him with my cock, letting him suck on me like I was his lifeline.

“I’m not done yet,” I said, and he moaned around me, his hands gripping the cushion below him as he tried to take me deeper. I gripped his hair and thrust in, and a few long strokes were all it took to put a blissed out look on Jason’s face. He loved being controlled. I pulled back, holding him off my cock.

“Say it, pet. Say you want me inside you.”

“I want you inside me, Sir.”

“Go on, spread for me. Lean back and spread your legs, so I can watch my pet’s face as I enter him.” He obeyed my command, leaning against the wide seat of the sofa, his wide eyes on me the entire time. I reached for my phone and snapped a photo of him like that, looking nervous, but excited, and sent it to my wife. I slipped in between his legs and pushed them apart, guiding his hands to grip his thighs. Carefully, I removed the cage, smiling as his erection sprang to life, clearly needing to be free. I ran my fingers along his cock, squeezing gently, then wrapped my fist around his dick, pumping slowly, teasing him.

“So hard for me,” I said, leaning in to kiss his neck. “So damn big. Such a perfect toy. Do you want to fuck my wife with this? She’ll love how you stretch her, won’t she?”

“Fuck yes,” he whispered.

He moaned when I licked across his collarbone, then slid my hand up his stomach to cup his heavy balls. “Such nice balls,” I said, giving them a squeeze, and he bucked beneath my touch.