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Gentry nodded.
Words, sub.
Gentry glanced at Antony who silently mouthed Sir and nodded
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that he should answer.
Yes, Sir, I m Gentry.
I understand you made some of the furniture here in the club?
Yes, Sir, some of it.
Would you be interested in some commission work? I m putting
together a dungeon and have very specific needs.
Gentry s eyes widened. I could try, Sir. I d need an idea of what
you re looking for, but I d be happy to try.
The Dom nodded. Good enough. I ll be in touch with Mistress
Jenna. With that, he spun on his heel and walked away.
Gentry turned to Antony. What kind of specific needs?
In this lifestyle, you never can tell, Antony said, turning
thoughtful. You know, this could open up a whole new career for
you.
Huh? Why do you think that?
There aren t that many craftsmen out there who build custom
BDSM furniture. With a few satisfied customers, you could have
more work than you could handle. But that s something to think about
later. Antony pushed from his seat and knelt as Jenna joined them.
Gentry followed, assuming the slave position that felt easier to get
into and hold every time he did it.
Did Master James find you, babe?
Yes, Lady.
And what did you tell him?
I told him I could try.
Good boy. Mistress adjusted his position so he sat a little
straighter before running her fingers through the curls she d made him
leave wild and untamed after their shower earlier. How would you
two feel about a vanilla night out?
As you wish, Mistress.
Whatever you want, Lady.
Good. I m feeling like a movie and pizza.
Antony stood easily, and Gentry shadowed his every move, not
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wanting to be a disappointment to Lady. Antony handed his leash
over to Lady and then stepped back. Lady slipped her hand through
the loop before reaching out and taking Gentry s hand. He looked at
her, knowing he probably looked stupid as he just stood there, but he
didn t know what else he was supposed to do.
When he didn t move, she looked over her shoulder. Taking a step
closer, she looked up at him. It s all right, Gentry. As soon as we go
upstairs, we re going vanilla. Do you know what that means?
Gentry shook his head.
Vanilla means we re going to go out to see a movie and have
pizza and beer afterwards. No babe or pet, no Mistress or Lady. We ll
relax and talk and enjoy each other s company, Jenna explained.
Can I ask questions?
Absolutely. No matter how bizarre or strange or uncomfortable, I
encourage questions. But we need to hurry and get some clothes on
you two, or we ll miss the dancing popcorn box.
Yes, Lady. Gentry grinned and followed easily as she headed
toward the back entrance where Antony waited for them.
* * * *
I guess I should be going? Gentry asked Sunday morning as he
carefully wiped the kitchen table while Antony finished loading
breakfast dishes into the dishwasher. His statement emerged in
question form as he glanced toward Jenna.
She sat at the table drinking coffee while reading the Raleigh
newspaper and watching their naked asses with the smile of a satisfied
woman. She wore another silk robe, this one honey gold with navy
and maroon swirling embroidery.
Is that a question or an announcement, babe? she asked as she
laid the paper aside.
He noticed the name change and saw that their vanilla evening
was over, and it was back to Dom/sub names. He still had a hard time
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differentiating the shifts, but Antony assured him it would come
quickly, along with a lot of other things he didn t understand. But
only if he decided this life was what he wanted and was willing to
commit to it.
That was the real question, wasn t it?
Gentry thought about it a moment before shrugging. I m not
sure. I ve been here since Friday, and it s been great, but I need to go
home, do laundry, and get ready for work tomorrow.
* * * *
Jenna laid the paper aside and studied the man before her. Like
her beautiful Antony, he was well built, great in bed, and in less than
forty-eight hours had transformed into a nearly perfect submissive
candidate. Though timid about some of the things they d done, he d
used his safe word only once, and that had been more her fault than
his for pushing him too hard for too long.
She d thought since Friday night about Antony s suggestion that
Gentry join their family so she wouldn t be alone when he deployed.
Ultimately, the decision had to be Gentry s, but she was willing to do
whatever she could to influence him.
Let s go into the other room and talk. She stood and held out
her hand. Pet, finish in here.
Yes, Mistress, Antony responded with a grin that told her he
was onboard with whatever she and Gentry decided.
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Chapter 9
Instead of leading him to the living room, she turned toward the
bedroom. Gentry followed easily, though he wasn t sure he d be able
to get it up again. He d come so often since meeting Antony at the
restaurant Friday evening he wasn t sure he d be getting hard for a
few days, at least.
Just inside the doorway, Jenna dropped his hand and walked into
the closet. Still not sure of what she was doing, he stopped and
waited. A moment later, she returned with a pile of neatly folded
clothes. Since Antony had been loaning him appropriate clothes all
weekend, it took him a second for him to recognize the pile as the
clothes he d worn on Friday.
The worn white jeans and the T-shirt that had faded from navy to
a nondescript purple-blue-gray color were his work clothes, but in
Jenna s hands, with the expensive silk robe backdrop, they looked
like rags. A feeling of sadness, of not being good enough for this
place, this woman, or this situation, washed through him.
Jenna laid the clothes on the bed before turning to look at him.
Get dressed and then come to the living room.
He nodded as she passed him on her way out of the room. Once
she was gone, he didn t move. He couldn t. He didn t want to get
dressed and return to his life. He wanted to stay here with her and
Antony. He wanted to learn what he needed to in order to make Lady
purr her good boy praises to him on a regular basis.
He d been off balance all weekend but knew in his gut that this
was where he needed to be.
His misery growing with each second, Gentry pulled on the T-
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shirt and jeans. The clothes felt funny, restrictive after growing
accustomed to walking around naked or in Antony s boxers. With a
sigh, he left the bedroom and joined Jenna in the living room. She
stood at the far end of the sofa, at ease and as in command as she had
all weekend. And as if she had switched into Domme mode, her
expression was blank as she looked him over.
Sit down, Gentry. We need to talk about a few things before you
leave. She motioned to the other end of the couch.
Gentry sat at the opposite end of the sofa, feeling uncomfortable
and strangely depressed. He sat with his feet together on the floor and
his hands folded in his lap. He bit his lip and focused on keeping his
breathing deep and even.
This has been an intense weekend for you, hasn t it? Jenna
asked as she closed the distance and sat down next to him.
Yes, Lady.
Right now you need to call me Jenna. We re not in a scene nor
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