Mine & Ours (11 page)

Paxton sat down on the sofa in the bedroom and poured them both a glass of whiskey. “My love, are you all right? You’re awfully quiet.” He looked at Sydney, who was standing in the doorway to the balcony.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I was distracted.”

“Bishop?” he stood up. “He can’t hurt us.”

“Oh, he can but I don’t know why. I don’t understand it. He appoints me to his chair and when I don’t divorce you and dump John, he gets all mean and threatening.” She rubbed her arm where the marks from his handprint started to turn into a bruise. “I don’t get it. He was always my mentor ever since I graduated college. He fucking helped me study for the bar. Now, he’s retiring and wants to dictate my life.”

“I’m sorry that he’s using me against you,” Paxton stood and walked over to her. “I don’t understand it either. Does he hate me that much?”

“I don’t know,” she turned toward him and touched his face. “Am I good enough for you?”

“What? Don’t doubt yourself now, please,” he took her hand and kissed the back of her knuckles.

“I’m not doubting myself but maybe doubting you. Not that you don’t love me but what if you stop? What if you fall in love with a man?”

“First, I have been gay all my life, but I now wonder if it’s gay or just gay sexual feelings. I never, ever had the desire to give my heart to a man; it was always about sex, sexual arousal, and relief. My heart is yours. It belongs to you. I belong to you. The other stuff is all about you now. You and our subs. I like having our subs, and I hope that John and Tim will continue to be our subs especially after this Bishop mess and if they connect on some level.”

“I hope they do connect, and I hope they decide to remain our subs,” she smiled. “If they don’t, then we take it from there. Even if they decide to not be our subs, they’re still our friends.”

“That’s true,” he took her hand and led her over to the sofa. He handed her a glass of whiskey. “I want to ask you something. I’ve been thinking about this for a while now.”

“What’s that?” she sipped her whiskey.

He walked over to his side of the bed and opened the nightstand drawer. He pulled out a small box and kneeled in front of her. “Sydney, marry me,” he opened the box, exposing the two-carat diamond ring.

“We are married,” she lifted her hand, showing him her thin single gold band.

“We were married ten years ago as a business deal. As a deal between best friends. As a cover for my sexuality. Marry me now because you love me and I’m madly in love with you,” he smiled.

“I do like you on your knees,” she licked her lips. “I would be honored to marry you again.”

He slipped the ring on her finger. “Perfect,” he kissed her hand. “Syd, I do love you. I’m not ashamed of who I’m anymore. I don’t want to hide. I mean, we don’t have to tell the world that I love it when you bite or spank me or chain my nipples together, but I don’t want to hide anymore.”

“What about your career?”

“I have a career. I’m a lawyer. The best thing about being a lawyer, everyone needs one at one time or another.”

“And I need you now,” she smiled.

“Wife, let me make love to you and celebrate our new engagement.”

“I’d be honored,” she smiled, setting her glass on the table.

He took her hand and led her over to the bed. “Let me show you how much I love you.” He slipped her sheer robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He ran his hand down the silk nightgown that rested on her thighs. He carefully lay his wife on the bed and lay next to her. His mouth found its way on her lips and she slipped her tongue into his mouth.

“I love you, PJ,” she gazed into his eyes.

He ran his hands down her body and lifted up her nightgown. His hands caressed her bare skin, resting on her nipples. He took her nipples into his mouth and sucked gently, while running his hand between her legs.

She pushed down his boxers and pulled him on top of her, scraping her nails down his back. “Now, PJ,” she whispered.

He pressed his cock inside her opening, holding her close to his bare chest as he slowly pushed himself inside her. He moved in slow, rhythmic thrusts, wanting to make it last forever. He gazed into her eyes and realized, yes, he was a former gay man who fell in love with his wife, and every time, he entered her, he fell in love with her all over again. He continued to push inside her, and slowly pull out for hours, holding in his orgasms but feeling all of hers until he saw the look in her eyes, and he released himself.

He pulled out and held her tight, wrapping his arms around her. “I just can’t let of you, wife.”

“Don’t ever let go,” she whispered. “Please, husband.”

He kissed her forehead. “I love being your husband.”

Sydney, dressed in a tank top and yoga pants, headed down to the kitchen and smiled at John and Tim, who were sitting at the table, both dressed in shorts and tee shirts. “Uh, Paxton gave us something to wear,” Tim said.

“That’s fine. You two staying the weekend?” She poured herself a cup of coffee. “Where is my husband?”

“He went to get the paper. I didn’t know he got up this early,” Tim said.

“Usually, I’m up before him,” she sat down. “I’m surprised he’s up this early.”

“Well, I think we woke him up. He came out of your room as we were heading down here,” John said. “Ma’am, are you all right?”

“Please, it’s Sydney,” she smiled, sipping her coffee. “I’m concerned about you all.”

Paxton walked into the kitchen. “Syd, are you sure you pulled your appointment?”

“Yes, I did. I talked to Justice Dwyer. He’s the head of the committee. He assigns the investigators and schedules the confirmation hearings. Why?”

“You’re on the front page, as a new appointment.” He unfolded the
New York Times
and showed her the front-page headline,
Judge Carlton Accepts Appointment.

She instantly picked up the newspaper, and scanned the article. “This is not right. Dwyer told me he would take care of it.”

“Well, I’m sure it was a mistake. Maybe it was too late to pull the press from it,” John said.

“You really believe that?” Sydney looked at him.

“I don’t know, but does it say anything hateful about us?”

“No, not that I can see,” she said as the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it. You all just enjoy your breakfast.” She stood up and left the kitchen.

Paxton poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table. “I’m worried about my wife.”

“This guy is coming after us, isn’t he?” John asked.

“I don’t know. We were talking last night and I can’t understand it. It’s not his life. Why doesn’t he have to screw it up?”

“I think I know,” Tim sighed. “I was trying to figure it out, too. It didn’t make sense for him to threaten you and John, so she could further her career.”

“What do you think is the reason?” Paxton asked.

Sydney opened the door and stared at Harold Bishop. “Why are you here?”

“Can we talk?” he asked quietly.

“Fine. Talk,” she crossed her arms.

“I can’t come in?”

“No, you’re not welcome here, so say what you need to say.”

“Did you see the papers today?”

“Well, the
Times
, yes,” she sighed. “I pulled my appointment and it was still released. I guess I’ll have to call the
Times
and get them to retract their article.”

“You need to take over my seat.”

“No, I don’t. I already told you. I didn’t want to be in the appellate court. You didn’t even ask, you just did it. You gave me a file of what I needed to be prepared for, and then you already did the appointment,
without
my consent. And then, you threaten to expose secrets of my husband and my law clerk. I don’t know why you’re trying to hurt those that I love.”

“You didn’t fucking pick me,” he grunted, and was about to grab her, when she pushed his oncoming arms away.

“What the hell are you talking about? Pick you for what?”

“All that time, when Paxton Carlton the Third was fucking men’s asses behind your back, you didn’t do anything about it. You could’ve gotten even, even by fucking me. You didn’t pick me. Now, you and your faggot husband were looking for subs to play with and you
still
didn’t pick me.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. Paxton never did anything behind my back. My husband and I are stronger and better than ever. I have no interest in fucking you or having you kneel at my feet. I have my husband, always have, and I don’t need you. I thought you were my friend, my mentor, and all you wanted was to get me in your fucking bed? No fucking way. Not ever.”

“You will pay for this, you whore. You think you can hide from the press now? If they don’t tear you apart, they will tear Paxton apart. What do you think his chances to be in the DA’s office will be now? Hell, I’ll get him and his fucking faggot boss, too. Even your fucking clerk. They have no loyalty to you. They’ll save themselves and leave you high and dry.”

“You think so?” Paxton said from behind.

Sydney turned around and smiled at the three men standing behind her. She turned back to Bishop. “You know, maybe I will accept the appointment, and then, I can show the world your pink collar and leash.”

“No one will care,” he snapped. “I’m retiring.”

“Actually, I would never use your secrets against you. That’s why I didn’t report you to Devlin Mackenzie last night.”

“You didn’t? Then why did I get banned? Why did Master Donnelly release me?”

“It wasn’t me, and I see, you blame me for everything. For one about not picking you, I’m not interested in fucking a 70-year-old man. Nothing wrong with it, just not my type. As for a sub, I have my own. How did you know I was looking for one? I didn’t even know.”

“I overheard your clerk on the phone with your husband. That’s how I knew.”

“So, you want me to take your seat in the appellate court and you want me to dump my husband, and my clerk. Well, it’s not gonna happen. I don’t want to be the next appellate judge.”

“You have no choice,” he snapped.

“Sir, this is America. I have a choice,” she crossed her arms. “Now, you have about ten seconds to leave before the police arrive.”

“Bullshit,” he grunted.

“Well, that’s fine. Maybe Donnelly will represent you,” she snickered as sirens blared down the road.

“I’m leaving,” he turned and slowly walked down the stairs to his car.

She watched as the police cars sped passed her house and waved to Bishop as he pulled out of the long driveway. She listened as the iron gate slowly murmured as it opened and then closed. “We really need that gate more secured,” She turned around and faced them. “I don’t know what he’s gonna do now. He could mess with you guys.”

“No worries,” John said. “So, we gonna play or what?”

“Seriously?”

“Why not?” John smiled. “We might as well do what we like to do, whether the public finds out or not.”

“Get dressed and we’ll meet in the play room,” Paxton commanded.

Sydney and Paxton walked into the playroom and stood in front of their kneeling subs, John wearing his red lace teddy and Tim wearing his black lace teddy. Neither one was wearing a wig or shoes. They were kneeling, with their hands behind their backs, their hard cocks resting on their thighs, and eyes diverted to the floor.

Sydney, wearing a tank top and leather shorts, stood in front of John. “Before we play, is there something you wanted to ask, Jessica?”

“Yes, Lady,” he answered.

“Eyes up,” she commanded.

John looked at her. “When I’m not wearing the wig, will you call me by a sub name rather than a CD name?”

“How about
girl
? Is that acceptable?”

“Oh, yes, thank you, Lady.”

“Was that your only question?”

“No, Lady. Is this the last time we are going to play?”

“I don’t want to lose you as my sub, are you concerned?”

“Tim and I want to explore being a couple, we may even out ourselves publically but we still,” his eyes diverted to Tim and then back at Sydney. “We still wish to be your subs.”

“I would like that,” she looked at Paxton. “Do you agree?”

Paxton wore a leather vest and a leather thong that held his large bulging cock. “Yes, I do. When it is my wife and I, I’m her sub, but when the four of us are together, you two are our subs. We only wish to change the rules slightly. My wife and I will always have our subs together. Sometimes we will watch the others play and sometimes we will all play together, and sometimes, my wife and I will watch you two play together. Any objections?”

“No, Sir,” Tim said. “I would like that, Sir.”

“Very good. Now, let’s get started.” Paxton looked down at Tim and placed his black leather collar around his neck. “Your working collar, sissy.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Tim gulped proudly.

“On your feet and bend forward for inspection.”

“Yes, Sir,” Tim rose to his feet, and bent forward, with the palms of his hands on the floor, his ass in the air.

Sydney looked down at John and placed a leather collar around his throat. “Your working collar.”

“Thank you, Lady.”

“girl, on your feet for inspection,” she commanded.

John stood up and bent forward, with his hands resting on the floor and his legs spread.

Paxton walked behind his sub. “sissy, such a sexy asshole,” he inserted his finger in Tim’s ass. “You’re my sissy.” He fucked Tim’s ass with his finger and then pulled it out. He walked over to the counter and grabbed a paddle. He walked back over and slapped the paddle against his ass cheeks. Slap! On one cheek. Slap! On the other cheek. He continued to slap until both cheeks were bright red. Paxton watched as Tim’s cock grew harder. “Stand up, sissy.”

Tim slowly stood up, his cock larger and harder now, it stood almost straight up.

Paxton walked in front of Tim and pinched his nipples through the lacy fabric of his teddy, letting them almost pierce through the fabric. He leaned forward and sucked on the nipples, drenching the lace over them. He looked into Tim’s eyes. “Face her sub, and whatever you feel, do not come until I tell you, sissy.”

“Yes, Sir,” he turned toward Sydney and her sub.

Sydney stood behind her sub, and using her hand, she slapped his ass, on both cheeks. She slapped him until her handprint was noticeable in red on both cheeks. She reached between his legs and jerked his cock. “Such a sexy cock, girl. Please stand and turn so your fellow sub can see your sexy red ass.”

“Yes, Lady,” John stood up and turned to his right, so that his ass was facing Tim’s face.

Sydney walked over to the counter and opened a drawer. She grabbed the clothespin nipple clamps and a large cock ring. She walked back over to John. She stretched the cock ring and slid it on his cock. “Too tight, girl?”

“No, Lady, it is perfect. Thank you, Lady.”

She lowered the straps of his teddy and revealed his nipples to her. “I’ll keep your lace on your body, do not worry, girl. You look so beautiful and sexy.”

“Thank you, Lady,” he stood proudly.

She ran her hands down his shoulders and toward his nipples. “Yes, the lace makes you very soft and feminine.” She leaned forward and started to suck on each nipple. As they grew harder, she released her mouth and pinched both nipples until they got harder. She pressed the clamps on his nipples and connected to the chain. “Beautiful and sexy. These clamps are special, girl. They were designed just for you. Each clamp has a ruby and four diamonds. I had it made just for you. Each clamp is also engraved.”

“Oh, Lady, what does it say?” his eyes watered.

“
My girl
,” she smiled.

“Oh, thank you, Lady, I wear these to please you, thank you.”

She kissed his cheek and then his forehead. “Of course, girl. You will always be my girl. As I said, you’re beautiful. Now, over to the St. Andrew’s Cross.”

“Really, oh, thank you, Lady,” he walked, almost skipped with excitement to the St. Andrew’s Cross.

She followed him over and attached his wrists and ankles to the cross that allowed him to form an X with his body. She kissed his forehead. “It’s your first time on the cross?”

“Yes, Lady.”

“What is your safe word?”

“Yellow, Lady.”

“What is your color?”

“Red,” he smiled. “My color is red.”

“Red, girl?”

“I like red, Lady.”

“So, Red is go?”

“Yes, Lady. I’m red.”

“All right,” she smiled and turned toward Paxton and his sub.

Paxton used the soft wrist cuffs and attached each one to his sub’s wrists. “Over here, my sissy.” He led Tim to face the St. Andrew’s Cross about two feet in front of it. “Hands over your head.”

Tim obeyed and lifted his arms over his head.

“What is your safe word?”

“Yellow, Sir.”

“And what is your go color?”

“Black, Sir. I like Black.”

“Very well. What is your color now?”

“Black, Sir,” Tim stood proudly, wanting to look at John, and see his beauty on that cross but he didn’t divert his eyes from the floor.

Paxton reached up and pulled the two ends of a long silver thick-linked chain that was connected through a loop in an O-ring down toward his sub. He locked each end of the chain to each one of Tim’s wrist cuffs. He pulled another smaller chain that made the thick one tight and his wrists were taut over his head. He stood in front of Tim. “Eyes up, sissy.”

Tim slowly raised his eyes and looked into Paxton’s. “Yes, Sir.”

“Now, I want you to focus your eyes on that sub and do not look away. Do not come either. I will tell you when you can release that orgasm.”

“Yes, Sir,” he said.

Paxton walked over to the counter and opened another drawer. He pulled out a black butt plug and lubricated it. He also grabbed a black cock ring. He returned to his chained sub and spread his legs. He inserted the butt plug into Tim’s ass. He kissed each ass cheek. Then he stood in front of Tim and jerked his cock, making it grow harder, if that were even possible. He stretched the silicon cock ring and slid it on his cock. “Keep your eyes on that sub, my sissy.”

“Yes, Sir,” he moaned with the pleasure of the butt plug burning inside his ass and the tightness around his cock, and he was allowed to watch John.

Sydney stood in front her sub with her crop in her hand. “sissy is going to watch,” she gazed into his eyes. “I want you to keep your eyes on his. Do you understand, girl?”

“Yes, Lady,” he gulped hard.

She stepped to the side. “girl, you look so beautiful on this cross.” She ran the tip of her crop down his body, and over his clamped nipples. “What do you think of sissy being chained like that?”

“Sexy, Lady. sissy looks very sexy.”

Paxton looked at Tim. “What do you think of our girl, sissy? How does girl look on the cross?”

“Very sexy, Sir,” he licked his lips. “Beautiful, uh, Sir.”

Sydney ran the tip of her crop over John’s hard cock, still being strangled by the cock ring. “Your pussy is so hard, my girl.”

“Yes, Lady,” he gulped.

Sydney looked at Paxton. “Lower your sissy?” she smiled.

“Yes, my wife,” he winked. He loosened the slack of the chains and looked at Tim. “On your knees, your hands still in the air as they will remain chained. On your knees in front of our girl.”

Tim slowly lowered to his knees, his hands still chained, but the slack allowed him to be lower. He waited for his next command, and he so hoped he would be tasting John, but he would welcome any command.

“Lean forward and suck on our girl until I tell you to release, sissy.”

Tim leaned forward and slowly put his mouth on John’s cock. He inhaled it until his tongue touched the cock ring. The harder he sucked, the harder John’s cock got, and the more the cock ring tightened.

John winced and closed his eyes. “Yellow, Lady.”

Paxton put his hand on Tim’s head. “Release his cock, sissy.”

“Yellow?” Sydney touched his cheek.

“That cock ring got too tight. I’m sorry, Lady.”

“No, that’s fine,” she ran her hand over his cock and slowly slid the ring off of it. “Your cock is beautifully hard without it. How does that feel?”

“Red, Lady,” he sighed with almost instant relief.

Sydney kissed his cheek. “Relax, my girl.” She uncuffed his wrists and ankles from the cross. “Remove your teddy and sit in the middle of the floor with your legs spread.”

“Remove my teddy?” he whispered.

“For now, my girl. You’re still my girl, whether you wear the teddy or just these beautiful clamps.” She lightly touched his tender nipples, still clamped tight. “They make you still look feminine.”

“Yes, Lady, thank you,” he walked slowly toward the middle of the room. He slipped off his teddy and then placed it neatly on the chair by the privacy screen. He returned to the middle of the floor, and sat down, spreading his legs.

Paxton stood in front of Tim. “I’m going to remove the chains right now, sissy. Then, I want you to stand up, sissy.”

Tim’s eyes watered as he stood up and diverted his eyes to the floor, he bit his bottom lip, trying to hold in his sobs.

“What’s wrong, sissy?” Paxton looked at Sydney and then wiped his eyes.

“I hurt your girl,” he wept. “He used his safe word because of me.” His lips quivered with regret.

Sydney walked over and touched Tim’s cheek. “No, it’s not your fault. You excited him more than he could take and the cock ring got too tight. That’s all. He’s better now.”

“He is?” Tim gulped. “You stripped him. Oh, sorry, Lady. Sir.”

“Not for punishment, for another extension of his beauty,” Paxton said. “Now, relax.” Paxton slowly slid the cock ring off his cock and then walked behind him, removing the butt plug. “I want you to undress and join our girl on the floor.”

“Yes, Sir,” Tim followed his instructions as Paxton placed the butt plug and cock ring into the basin.

Paxton looked into Sydney’s eyes. “I think they should play, don’t you?” he whispered.

“Yes, did you see how upset Tim was? We need to show them both that they’re beautiful and being naked is not a punishment. You should give Tim his clamps, too. That way he knows he’s just as special.”

Paxton nodded and walked over to the counter and opened the top drawer. He pulled out a small box and opened it. “sissy, on your feet.”

Tim slowly rose, lightly sniffing.

“You’re beautiful, my sissy.” Paxton rubbed and pinched his nipples, until they were beyond hard peaks. He clamped the silver clamps on each nipple and attached the chain. “These were specially made for you. Each clamp has an emerald to match your gorgeous green eyes and they are both engraved. You may look.”

Tim looked down at the silver clamps, each one with the emerald surrounded by four diamonds. “Engraved, Sir?”

“Yes, it says
my sissy,
” Paxton pressed his mouth against his bottom lip. “You’re beautiful. If you’re not dressed up, you will be wearing these to show your feminine side. Do you feel sexy?”

“Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir.”

“Good, now I want you to sit down next to our girl.”

“Yes, Sir,” he slowly sat down and spread his legs. He lightly touched John’s arm with his arm. He felt another warmth of comfort. He loved being Paxton’s sub and he loved having John next to him. He also hoped John felt the same way.

Sydney looked at John. “On your feet, and I want you to sit on the knee pads of the spanking bench. Spread your legs.”

“Yes, Lady,” he slowly stood up and instantly felt the loss of Tim’s arm touching his. He instantly looked at Tim and then realized what he did. He hoped his Mistress would not notice. He sat on the kneeling pad of the spanking bench and spread his legs.

Paxton looked down at Tim. “On your hands and knees, crawl over to our girl and face her pussy.”