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Brian
It took every ounce of control to not reach over and stroke Genni’s arm. I could see and sense the pain running through her. All I wanted to do was take that pain away and replace it with mind-blowing pleasure. Jason and I had discussed our attraction to her before she woke this morning. I was surprised to find he had harbored a crush on her since high school. He admitted he had been a dick to her back then and fully expected her to resent him for it.
Jason and I had partnered with subs before; therefore, sharing wasn’t something new to me, but with Genni, I felt a twinge of jealousy when he brought up the idea. Plus, it was obvious she was clueless about the lifestyle. She didn’t even realize her body screamed to be dominated or that by her simple actions, she was showing her submissive side. She would be perfect; I just knew it. Now, to figure out how to convince her of that without coming across like a sex-crazed lunatic. It would take a delicate hand and a bushel of patience. I deliberated on whether a call to my brother Brody down in Florida might help.
For now, I would be here for support as she buried her gran, and then I would take care of her as she faced the loss in the days to come.
The Dom/sub lifestyle wasn’t the path I planned for myself. Having grown up with two brothers and three sisters in Texas, it was the farthest thing from my mind. I watched as many of them slowly found the love of their lives, got married, and moved away. My brother Brody had entered the military, and when he chose to retire, he did so with high commendations. He now worked with a few of his fellow former military buddies at Trident Security in Florida. My oldest brother, Brett, also moved to Florida and was a cop in Tampa. Both of them found happiness and a true sense of who they were in the world of BDSM. I chose to stay home and help our parents with the horse ranch in Texas. I didn’t regret that decision one bit, I loved what I did, and if I had chosen a different path, I would have never met Jason or been introduced to the lifestyle.
Being a Dom fulfilled my need to control and care. The euphoria when a sub fully trusted you to take care of their needs, both physically and emotionally, was such a gift. I experimented with many facets of the lifestyle, settling on a keen liking of the Saint Andrews cross and spanking bench. Jason was more of a sadist and able to take someone to the point of breaking and bring them back to earth with a grace very few could accomplish. He preferred the bullwhip and had trained extensively before ever wielding one in a scene. He still traveled at least once a year across the world, training with other Masters to ensure he stayed at the top of his game.
The whip wasn’t his only love. He wielded a crop, cat o’ nine tails, cane, and flogger with the same finesse. His ability to read a person and their needs had been amazing. Working together with him in a scene had brought the pleasure to a new level for all involved.
I knew he wanted that for Genni—the hunger inside him was almost palpable—but she was not ready to dive that deep yet. A gentle hand, a caring hand, was required to bring her out of her shell and help her discover that we were what she needed. How I was going to accomplish that would take some tightrope walking. For now, letting her get to know me and getting to know her at her pace was my best bet. If only I could keep myself in check until she was ready.
I pulled into the funeral home parking lot, and there were only a few cars this early. I loved that Genni waited for me to come around and open the door for her. When she took my hand, little zings of electricity echoed across my skin from that small bit of trust she didn’t realize she had given me. Her friend Kendra met us at the door.
“Morning, Genni.” She raised her eyebrow at me. “Everything okay?”
“As much as it can be.” Genni smiled then caught the slight nod Kendra had given me. “Oh, Brian and Jason came over this morning to check on me. I figured it was smarter to ride with Brian instead of driving myself.”
“That was generous of him. Come on in. Everything is ready. People will start showing up soon, you know how the older generation is here. Front row seats for everything.”
Genni laughed. “Yeah, Gran always talked about how it was a race to get here first.”
I dropped back a few steps, giving her and her friend some space. My phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out, and the name on the screen warmed my heart.
“Just checking in on my baby boy. I hope your visit with your friend is going well.”
Even three thousand miles away, Mom was still keeping an eye on me. I wouldn’t put it past her to have twisted Jason’s arm into sending her periodic updates. I shot off a quick reply.
“It has turned out more interesting than expected. I’ll call you later.”
My screen lit up with her reply.
“I look forward to it. Love you sweetie.”
“Love you too Mom.”
I flipped on the do not disturb function and slid my phone back into my pocket. I stood in the doorway, watching Genni move about the room with Kendra. She held her shoulders back and her head high. The black jumpsuit gave her an air of confidence. Her braided hair swayed, begging to be wrapped around my hands. I stood, imagining stripping her down to just the sexy underwear I had unpacked with the rest of her clothes this morning. The tie I currently wore around my neck would do fine as a blindfold, and the curtain ties in her gran’s living room would hold her hands immobile without hurting her too much. I would release her hair to fall around her shoulders, giving me more ways to twist and direct her as I wished.
The outside door opened behind me, jerking me from my daydream. My cock, swollen and throbbing against the zipper in my slacks, had me trying to adjust myself inconspicuously.
“Hey, how’s she doing?” Jason’s voice greeted me before I could turn around. I leaned against the door, still trying to calm the hard-on I still had raging.
“She’s strong. She won’t let anyone see how much she’s hurting right now.” I glanced out of the corner of my eye, gauging Jason’s reaction.
“We can help her with that.” The need in his voice was barely contained.
“Jason, do you really think now is time? She’s completely naïve, and you know it. If we choose to do this, we have to take it slow. You’ll break her otherwise.”
“I will not. I know what she needs.” He huffed.
“Christine.” One name was all I needed to say to shut him up.
“That was a long time ago,” he whispered. The fire had gone out from him.
“You have to admit the similarities are a little disturbing. Can you handle it?”
