Page 46 of Various Intentions
I didn’t think that would be a problem, but I wrapped my fingers around Matteo’s erection anyway as I exchanged small talk with Mistress Slade. Matteo’s gaze remained fixed on Jamie as I worked him like it was an afterthought. His muscles bunched and his lips parted in the anticipation of what was to come.
When Vincent returned, instead of instructing Jamie to begin, Mistress Slade cleared her throat and held up her finger.
“Attend.” She glanced at Vincent. “If it is all right with you, I would like to kiss your gender fluid boy, as he is very beautiful.”
The question caught me off guard. But it was only a kiss.
I smiled at Vincent. “Do you consent? If you’re not comfortable, I won’t be upset.”
Vincent blushed and nodded. “I’m okay with it,” he said, glancing at Mistress Slade.
It was turning me on. This whole scenario and chance encounter was making me crazy. It had been so long since I’d attended a fetish event, and I was out of practice.
Mistress Slade laughed, a sound like bells. “He’s okay with it?Mon dieu.”
“Would you like Mistress Slade to kiss you, Vincent?”
“Very much, Sir. If she pleases.”
“Merveilleuse!” Mistress Slade said, approaching Vincent as if he were an exotic wild animal.
She stepped close to him and took his chin in her gloved hand. He echoed her slow smile as they leaned close and touched lips in a tentative kiss. Mistress Slade closed her eyes and leaned into it. She was gentle and cautious, giving Vincent a taste and taking one herself. When she pulled away, they held each other’s gazes for a few seconds, then Mistress Slade sighed.
“Bon. Ca suffit.” She turned to me. “Thank you so much.”
“You’re very welcome.”
“Now, Jamie, if you’d like to come forward and use your well-developed skills on this gorgeous submissive, I have no objection.”
“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”
Jamie moved forward and dropped to his knees before Matteo as I aimed Matteo’s cock at the smaller man’s lips.
“There you are. Get him off, if you can.”
“Yes, Sir,” Jamie said, licking his lips. He leaned forward, glancing upward at Matteo’s soft green eyes before swallowing the poor man to the hilt.
Matteo choked on a groan and gazed at the ceiling as Jamie went wild on his dick. Mistress Slade watched her young slave take Matteo apart in a matter of moments.
When Matteo was close, he turned to tell me. Jamie pulled off and closed his eyes, pressing his lips together as he used his hand to finish Matteo off, aiming his cock so Matteo’s hot bursts of spunk landed on Jamie’s face. When Matteo was finished, Jamie grinned.
“Merci,” he said, wiping at his defiled complexion with the back of a trembling hand.
Chapter Eight
Mistress Slade swiped Jamie’s face with a cloth, then approached Vincent and me.
“Mon dieu,” she said to Vincent. “Your tongue is the answer to my every desire. It’s a shame I just get to have it in my mouth.”
Vincent smiled. “You are very tasty, Mistress. I couldn’t help myself.”
We exchanged a glance.
“By the way, these pants.” She clicked her tongue, her gaze stroking over the snug, metallic material. “They are almost indecent.”
“Perfect for a play party,” I stated.
Mistress Slade smiled. “Indeed. The boots, too.Parfait.”
