She nods at Gordy, winking at him. “Well, why don’t you slip it on him then? Tell me what you think.”
I spin to face him, and he raises his arms up, slipping the collar down over my head until the leather rests on the nape of my neck. The amber in his eyes flares with intensity as he takes in the sight. Instantly, all the blood in my body must pool straight into my dick, because my hard-on is straining hard against my fly.
“Now what’s good about this particular choker is that it’s versatile,” Madame Noir cuts in, reminding me that Gordy and I can’t just pounce on one another right here and now. “If you’re face-to-face like this, all you need to do is give one side of that chain a little tug, and pull him right to you. But if you are behind him”—she spins the collar around so the leather sits right below my Adam’s apple—“you can still have control from here.” She gives the chain a gentle little tug. “Obviously, you want to be cognizant not to asphyxiate your sub, however,” she adds, thankfully.
“Thank you,” Gordy croaks.
“Oh, yes, certainly,” Madame Noir chirps. “You know, forgive me if I’m overstepping, but I’m getting the feeling this is all very new for you. Would that be correct?” she asks Gordy, and his expression goes stricken.
“It is for me,” I admit quickly, attempting to take the heat off him. I know it bothers him that for many years, all he did was masturbate. He shouldn’t feel embarrassed about it, though. I never want him to feel ashamed for keeping his sexual needs met in the only way he felt safe at the time. In fact, it’s an honor that he now seems to fully trusts me with that vulnerability. “I, uh, never put too much emphasis on distancing myself from Downtown Vanillaville for many years. Now that I’m, umm, trying new things out with someone new, I’m finding I’m a little more open to experimentation. Beyond that, do you have any rectum rinsers?”
“Ah, yes. We have several varieties of anal douches here.” Madame Noir nods, huffing out a little laugh. “You know, I can appreciate you being so candid about a topic many view as too taboo to talk about. Not to be too generalized, but we see very few male shoppers here, much less those who are honest about their willingness to explore. If you’re ever seeking more insight into the other types of toys and gear we sell here, we do have an online channel where we have instructional, informative videos regarding just about every type of kink imaginable, and how to enhance your sex life.”
I take that into consideration and thank her for her assistance as we head over to the counter to pay. So fuckin’ glad we chose to pop in here for some lube, and not some local pharmacy. This was a hell of a lot more enlightening, I will say that, but not in the “I got schooled in collars” kind of way. No, it made me realize that this was the sort of effort Sarah had expected of me, and I never gave her…
I’m not about to make that same mistake twice, because I intend to keep Gordy around for as long as he’ll have me.
“Yes! Run for first, Terra!” Steve shouts, nearly knocking Sarah on her ass as he launches off his chair, pointing in the direction of the base.
My ex-wife scowls at her beau, and instantly, I can’t help but feel a little sorry for the guy. I’m all too familiar withthatlook. “Why don’t you lether coachtell her where to go?” she huffs.
“Because her coach is just working on letting kids at this age have fun and get a feel for the sport,” I chime in. “Besides, maybe she’spicking those dandelions foryou, because you finally made it to a game, did you ever think of that?”
She huffs, and Steve shoots me an affronted look. “Hey, I’ve been to every single game so far.”
I rest my hand on his shoulder. “I know you have, Steve-o. Every tap class of Tati’s too. They notice and appreciate it, man.”
Sarah glowers at me, but hey, I’m just stating facts here. She hasn’t been to one of Terra’s games yet. Odd, considering she has been to all the same dance classes of Tati’s. Something tells me her absence is because of the coach shein no waysneers about still. Hashtag sarcasm.
Christ, andIwas the one who needed to grow the hell up.
You know what? To hell with that. I’m finding out if we can rectify this peacefully right now. “So, about game night tonight… Is it okay if Gordy tags along?” I probably should have consulted with him first, but I know he hasn’t got a shift at the bar tonight, and the temptation to skip out on spending time with Sarah and Steve without him is too tempting.
I wouldn’t, for the girls, but still…
“Sure,” Steve says, shrugging casually, at the same time Sarah balks, “Absolutely not!”
Steve rears back, giving Sarah a disparaging look. “Why not?”
“Because!” she huffs.
“Becauuuse…?” Steve drawls.
“They’re—they’re a couple!” she gestures to me, then at Gordy, who is minding his own business, coaching first base.
First of all, Gordy and I aren’t officially a couple. As much as I’d like to, I still don’t think he’s ready to put that label on us yet, and I’m not about to rush him either. Secondly, how the hell does she know that? We’re always so careful to keep it platonic around the girls. The fewpeople who know Gordy and I have been more than just good friends aren’t the type to fan the flames of gossip around here either.
“So?” Steve asks her. “So what if they’re friends or a couple, does that in any way mean we can’t be cordial?”
She scoffs. “I’mverycordial! We have social gatherings at our house all the time! I just showed a house to Trista-Lynn, Gordy’s ex-wife, not too long ago. She said she’s seen them, I don’t know, making out behind the pub or something.”
Fuckin’ A. Theonetime I dropped Gordy off at work, because his truck was in the shop, and I dared to steal a kiss out in the open. Therehadto be someone watching, didn’t there? Well screw me sideways for that being Trista-fuckin’-Lynn. Before you know it, all of Ternbay will know, because that kiss was the day before yesterday.
Shiiiiit, shitshit. I gotta warn Gordy. I’ve got to see where he’s at with this—with us—because I don’t want Evan to find out through the grapevine.
“Are you opposed to letting your girls see what a same-sex relationship looks like, then?” Steve presses Sarah.
“What?!” she yelps. “Absolutely not! I’m not homophobic. That’snotwhat this is about, so don’t turn this into me looking like a bad guy here!”
