Mine & Ours (4 page)

Sydney looked up from her desk in her home office as Magda knocked on the open door. “Is there a problem?”

“Oh, no, Missus,” she said. “This package came for you. It’s from Doctor Markowitz’s office.”

“Thank you,” she took the thick envelope from her hand. “Was that it?”

“Missus, may I ask you a question?”

“Of course,” Sydney smiled. “What is it?”

“Are you and Mister Carlton better now?”

“Yeah, I think we are. Why do you ask?”

“I saw him moving his things in your bedroom. I noticed that a few things have changed. He told me not to go in that one guestroom anymore.”

“Oh, it’s a private room that we will be using.”

“I understand. Has anything changed that I need to adjust my schedule for?”

“Well, you don’t need to clean that private room; Paxton or I will do that when we finish in there. Also, there may be some people in and out of here, and I don’t want you to pay them any mind. I’m still your boss. Well, Paxton and me. If anyone ever tries to tell you what to do, you report to me. As for schedule, usually Paxton gets up an hour after I do, so do not clean my room until he has left for the office. Since he won’t be using his room, just make sure it stays dust free and is aired out every day.”

“Yes, Missus,” she smiled.

“Was there something else?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, you were on the phone, and I took a message on the other line. John Remington called. He said he was going to stop by with papers from the courthouse.”

“Thank you,” she nodded as the main doorbell rang. “That must be him.”

“I’ll send him back to you,” Magda nodded and left the room.

Sydney eyed the package from the doctor, and was anxious to open it, but not when John would be here any second.

A short time later, John walked into her office. “Ma’am, I’m sorry to bother you. I know you took the afternoon off.”

“John, it’s fine. Did I miss something? I’m sorry I left, I wanted to get some personal things done at home.”

“No, Ma’am, it’s fine. Justice Bishop stopped by and wanted to talk to you about your appointment.”

“What appointment? I didn’t know I had an appointment.”

“Uh, not appointment as in meeting or anything, but appointment. He wanted to appoint you as his predecessor when he leaves the bench in six months.”

“I had no idea. I guess I’ll have to talk to him tomorrow.”

“He gave me this file to give you and wants to have brunch with you on Friday. I set it up since you don’t have court on Fridays.”

“That’s fine, just set the file on the desk,” she sighed. “Im sorry that I left today. I hope you didn’t have too much to do on my behalf.”

“No, Ma’am,” he set the file on the desk and noticed the package from Dr. Markowitz’s office. “I may be overstepping but is that for a case?”

“No, it’s personal,” she sighed.

“You know what kind of doctor he is?” John sat down.

“Yes, that’s why. I want to see if it’s even an option.”

“For you or for Paxton?”

“Me, but please this is between you and me. I shouldn’t even be discussing this with you.”

“If not me, then Paxton. Ma’am, we’re friends. Have been since before you took me in as your law clerk. It’s because of you that I’m working on my law degree.”

“And someday, you’ll make one hell of a lawyer or a judge,” she smiled. “All that aside, I want to make Paxton happy. He’s doing all this find-subs-for-each-other to make me happy, and it is. I want him happy, too. Maybe if I could give him something and still be me, well, partly, then he’d love me more.”

“He does love you.”

“Yeah, as his friend and his marriage slash business deal, not as much as he would if he fell in love with a man.”

“You know, it doesn’t have to be real,” he sighed.

“It’s not the same. Believe me, I know.”

“Well, as your friend, I’m just going to suggest that even after you read all that material, tell Paxton. It may make things worse between you. Business deal or not, you two are still married, and this is a major decision.”

“I haven’t even decided. As I said, I’m exploring my options.”

Paxton knocked on the door and smiled. “Oh, sorry, Syd, the delivery men are here and want to know where we want all this stuff.”

“Oh, I’ll be right there,” her eyes focused on John. “You have an opinion?”

“I have
many
,” he stood up.

“I mean about our playroom. You’ve been in more than we have, we could use your advice. Not as our sub but as a friend.”

His eyes shifted to the package and then to Paxton. “I’d be glad to see what I could do.”

Paxton looked at Sydney. “Did I interrupt?”

“No, I have to read this file from Justice Bishop, but it can wait until later. I don’t meet with him until Friday.” She stood up.

“Bishop? He’s the top Justice of the appellate court,” Paxton took her hand.

“I know who he is. He wants to appoint me to take his place. It’s a lot of bullshit to go through.”

“That’s fucking great, baby,” he hugged her.

“Well, they do a lot of vetting and it’s a pain in the ass. They put my life and your life under the microscope. I don’t know if we want that.”

“We’re not doing anything wrong,” Paxton said. “What? Are they going to plant a sub in our playroom and tape us fucking?”

“You never know,” John said. “I’ve heard stories about those investigations.”

The three of them headed up the stairs toward the playroom.

“John, go on in and make suggestions. I’ll be right there,” Sydney smiled.

John walked into the new playroom and Sydney looked into Paxton’s eyes. “This would be different from when I was voted in the Supreme Court or even when they thought they’d dig through our garbage. This will be even more difficult than it will be when you run for District Attorney in four years.”

“Are you saying they may out me?”

“I don’t know. Maybe one of those many men that paraded through your bedroom may talk.”

“I have a confession to make about those many men, as you say.”

“What’s that?”

“They are all closeted, like me. I can’t afford to be with someone who isn’t closeted. That way they have as much to lose as I do.”

“You’ll never lose me,” she smiled.

“I know. Let’s table this discussion. Let’s focus on our new playroom and what we, I mean, I will do to my boss tonight.” He kissed her cheek.

“I look forward to it,” she smiled, watching him walk into the playroom. She still worried. This was not something to take lightly. Hell, loving him was not something to take lightly. In some ways, she wishes the sub at her feet was Paxton, but he was more of the alpha male, but she knew there was much more to him than that.

Sydney stood on the balcony off her bedroom and stared out at the estate below. It was almost eight and Mr. Reynolds, uh, Tim, would be here soon. She wore her tank top and yoga pants, as tonight, she only planned on watching. She didn’t know how she would react, as she never just watched before. She lightly ran her finger over her fabric-covered vagina.
I wonder what it would feel like
. John knew what she was considering, but how could she tell Paxton?

“A C-note,” he whispered from behind.

She jumped slightly, and turned around. “A C-note?”

“For your thoughts,” he grinned. Yes, that sexy charismatic grin again.

“I thought that was penny,” she smiled.

“Oh, baby, your thoughts are worth much more,” he put his hand on her shoulder. “You ready?”

“Yeah, you?” she smiled.

“Just a little nervous. This is not the same as a motel fuck and suck,” he kissed her cheek.

“If it’s not what you want, you know, you also have a safe word.”

“I do? I thought it was just for subs.”

“Well, yes, but since I will be watching, and if you feel uncomfortable and want me to stop the session, just say lavender.”

“Lavender?” he smiled.

“Don’t you remember?”

“I never forget, every time I smell that on you.”

“I never knew you noticed,” she smiled.

“I can smell it now,” he kissed her neck and then gazed into her eyes. “You’re still as beautiful as the moment we met.”

“In third grade?” she grinned.

“Yup, I remember that day so clearly,” he took her hand and led her into the bedroom, both of them sitting on the bed.

“You do not,” she laughed.

“Oh, yes, I was new to PS43 and I arrived in class at snack time. You were wearing a striped pink shirt and pink pants. You were sitting at a table, alone, eating a peanut butter and cream cheese sandwich.”

“With pickles,” she laughed.

“Right with pickles. I immediately walked over to you and asked if I could sit down.”

“And I said no.”

He laughed. “Yes, but then you saw my smile and changed your mind.”

“Yeah, right, you said you’d give me half your banana and strawberry jelly sandwich for half of mine.”

“Yes, I was quite the charmer,” he said.

“Still are,” she smiled.

“It wasn’t just the sandwich that drew me to you,” he smiled. “It was the scent of lavender.”

“Yes, my mother let me wear a little of her perfume. Made me feel grown up. I guess some things we never let go of.”

“I’m glad you don’t,” he smiled. “Would you do me a favor tonight?”

“Of course,” she smiled.

“Wear the perfume and the new necklace I got you.”

“I have some on, but I’ll add more before we, uh, you play. Is there anything else you want me to wear? I was just going to wear this. After all, I’m just watching.”

“Well, maybe you will and maybe you’ll be like me and join in, but whatever you want, I want you to do. You said you thought he could be a perfect sub. I never saw Mr. Reynolds as a submissive.”

“And when we’re in there, you don’t call him Mr. Reynolds. Not even Tim. I called John Jessica because that’s who he is when he dresses up and submits, but Tim will need a sub name.”

“Oh, like boy or pet or something?”

“Yes, but wait until you see him on his knees in front of you, and then you will know what to call him. Tell him that the name is his sub name and only his. You can’t ever use it on someone else.”

“Do you think we’ll have to go through a lot of subs to train?”

“I’m not sure,” she sighed. “I liked John, all dressed up, but I would like to at least have you pick one or two more to see if it’s the cross dressing I like or if it’s because it was John as the cross dresser. I guess I need to explore myself more.”

“And I’m sure I’ll have to explore myself, more, too.”

“And that’s all part of the fun,” she kissed his cheek. “I have three others in mind for you, but we’ll see how things go.”

“Are you ready?”

“Yeah, you go down and bring him to the playroom. He can change behind the screen. I’ll be in the playroom in my chair, waiting.”

Sydney sat down on the leather chaise in the corner of the playroom. She stretched her legs out and lightly fondled the diamond necklace. She had no idea what to expect. This would be the first time she really watched. Even last night, she kept focus on Paxton when she should’ve focused on Jessica.

Paxton led Tim into the room, “you can change over there,” he pointed to the other side of the room, where a large Japanese designed privacy screen stood.

“Uh, Sir,” Tim sighed.

“Yes?” Paxton’s voice almost immediately transformed to a more dominant tone.

“Do I wear what I brought, or do I not wear anything?”

Paxton looked to Sydney for guidance, so she stood up and walked over to the men. “Why don’t you put on what you brought? You don’t mind it being removed later, do you?”

“No, Ma’am,” he said. “When you called, you mentioned that I could wear whatever I felt comfortable with, that I could be myself.”

“Yes, go on, there’s a bench you can set your clothes on behind the screen. When you finish, go to the center of the room, and kneel, with your arms behind your back.”

“Yes, Ma’am, uh, what do I call you?”

“Lady is just fine,” Sydney smiled, as he walked behind the screen. She looked at Paxton. “For now, let them wear what they want and make sure they’re comfortable having some or all of their clothes removed.”

“Oh, like with Jessica?”

“Yes, just like that,” she kissed his cheek. “Now, wait for him to pose. Do you know what you’re going to start off doing?”

He pressed his mouth against hers and gazed into her eyes. “I have an idea. I’m putting on a show for you.”

“Make sure you’re the one who gets happy from this.”

“As long as you are,” he kissed her mouth again, having his tongue linger inside her mouth. “You’re delicious, my darling.”

“Yeah, right,” she swatted his ass and walked back over to her chair.

He turned quickly. “You should do that again later.”

“Maybe I will,” she smiled, as she lay her legs stretched out.