The Bronze Door Releases 7/26
The Bronze Door
Preface
Late Friday night …
I heard my phone ding but ignored it as I watched Jackson swallow my cock. Damn, he was good at this. I’d once felt guilty for dating someone so much younger than I was but not anymore. I loved him. What was twelve years when love was involved? He was my life. My partner. Things could get rough, and they have, but I knew he would always be here for me. He was my rock.
I smiled as I watched his hand twitch and knew he was getting off on blowing me as much as I was getting off on him doing it. Yeah, we would always be there for each other—ready and willing. I reached over and grabbed the lube. It was a rare treat that I submitted to him. It wasn’t that it didn’t feel good. Fuck, he felt fantastic sliding in and out of me, but I didn’t like giving up control.
“Jackson, raise up.”
“No,” he told me, and I chuckled. We’ve played this game many times before. It always ended with him on his stomach, and his ass being beat then fucked. I felt my dick pulse at the thought of that.
“No games tonight, lover.” I watched as chill bumps broke out along his arms when I called him that. That word meant so much more than the sexual emphasis it applied.
“Please?” he begged, and I nearly changed my mind. I knew it’d be good. I could stand and make him stay on his knees while he begged to continue sucking my cock. Begged for me to come down his throat and on his face, his body. Fuck, I could come in a cup and feed it to him, making him beg for each sip. I shivered at that thought and knew I’d have to remember that one.
“No, my love. Tonight, you’ll take me.”
Jackson raised his head and focused on my eyes. I twirled the bottle of lube to get his attention, watching as he glanced at it.
“Why?” he asked. He was smart. The few times he topped was usually a special occasion or rarely — very rarely— when I was begging for forgiveness.
“You only turn twenty-one once in your life,” I told him.
“We celebrated my birthday last weekend.”
“Yes, Jackson. But I couldn’t very well bend over and ask you to fuck me in front of your family.” I sighed and watched as his eyes lit up.
“But we had a nice time when we got home,” he reminded and forced a grin from me.
“Yes, we did. You pissed me off and got punished. Now that you’re no longer sore, you’re well enough to top me. Do you want to? If not, then my dick has lost all the heat your mouth provided and is getting cold.” I forced the last bit out as a command for him to do something. I was tired of waiting and nearly begging. This was a treat, and he could take it and be fucking happy about it or get back to work.
“Poor little guy.” Jackson laughed and licked my dick as soon as he said the words. Not even affected by my high-handed command.
Ass. I chuckled inwardly, happy my domineering ways didn’t scare him.
“It’s not fucking little,” I replied with a moan as he swallowed my full length. “Gods, you’re good at that.”
“I don’t want to bend you over anything,” Jackson said as he pushed two slick fingers into me. He moved them around and added a third. The small bite of pain made my dick shed a tear that Jackson quickly lapped up.
Jackson raised up, while keeping his fingers in me, and leaned over me.
“No?” I asked enjoying my submission more by the second.
“No. I’m going to take you like this. I’m going to watch you until your eyes glaze over while your tight ring clasps down on my cock. Whenever I’m finish filling you full, I plan to spend my time cleaning every drop of cum you shoot on your stomach.”
“Yes,” I begged as Jackson removed his fingers and quickly lubed up his cock.
“Are you begging, Calvin?”
“I am,” I told him. And I was. I would beg for crumbs from him if I had to. He completely owned me. I’d changed so much since Jackson came into my life, and I tried to show him every day. I’d quit taking jobs that not only took me out of the country but also had too many risks involved. My life meant more now. Jackson would be hurt if anything happened to me. After seeing him break down after his sister went missing, I wouldn’t put him through that again. Instead, I’ve been doing a few things here and there to keep busy. I saved the money from my jobs and from working for the clubs, so I had enough income coming in to survive on. Enough for both of us to live happily.
Jackson pushed all the way in; no slow movements but taking what I’d freely given. I inhaled a quick, sharp breath at the pain and released it on a moan as he pulled back out. “I love you. God, Jackson. I would do more than beg if you needed me to,” I whispered as he smoothed out his strokes.
“I know, and it’s the same for me. You’re everything.” He leaned down and kissed me, giving me what I always wanted but was afraid to ask for.
Later, after he finished and used his tongue to clean me, we were just falling to sleep when I heard my phone beep again. I sighed and kissed the back of Jackson’s shoulder before rolling over and grabbing my slacks. I pulled the phone out and saw the message in the window.
I stared. Scared. Knowing somehow that this would change everything. I glanced over at Jackson, who had rolled over and was watching me.
“Who is it?” he asked.
I pushed myself back against the headboard as he flipped on the lamp on his side and I did the same.
“Diana,” I said with a sigh.
“What did she say?”
His question sounded more curious than anything. We hadn’t heard from her in a year, and we’d been worried about her. Jackson and I knew where she was staying, but we gave her space. I couldn’t help but think she was innocent in all of this. So what if the information she gave us at the club was a lie. When I told everyone we needed to give her time, it had caused a huge fight between Mitch and myself. One Alex thought was hilarious until Colby pointed out that if she could get through all the new security then who else could have. This calmed everyone down because we had all helped with security and we all knew what could happen. What had happened to Ari and Becca. What had happened to Chad and Lily. To Stella and so many others.
“I haven’t opened it.” I reached over and wrapped my arm around him, pulling his head down onto my lap. I ran my fingers through his hair. It was short, and the ends were prickly. “It’ll change things. I know this isn’t over, but for the past few months—hell, the past year—we’ve gotten good at pretending. Things have quieted down. No one’s missing and no one has gotten hurt. Our friends and family have been safe.”
“No, not all our friends were safe.” Jackson glanced at the phone.
“She chose to leave. She made the decision, Jackson.” I played devil’s advocate. For all the love Jackson and I had for each other, this small spot in us still held hope that we could have a third. A girl who not only balanced out our harshness but who was also strong enough to give what we’d demand. We’d once talked and considered her as our third. That thought had spawned many played-out sexual fantasies and only built our desires for her. But after she ran, I knew that ultimately, our chances of us having her as our third was unlikely. I hated for Jackson to get his hopes up again, but from the light in his eyes, it was already too late.
“She’s proven by all her lies and this Wonder Woman persona she perfected that she’s smart. Maybe she had a reason to hide.” He defended her.
“Yeah, she’s smart. But hiding that much from the people she’s supposedly helping? I don’t know if I can trust her.” And that was it. I didn’t know if I could. I was scared that if we let her in, Jackson would fall immediately, and I’d be waiting for her to prove me right by hurting Jackson.
“If she’s reaching out now, there’s a reason. And Calvin, I’ve seen a lot of sides to you, but I’ve never seen you give up on someone.” Jackson raised up and looked me straight on. He wasn’t backing down.
“I’m not giving up—I’m protecting you!” I yelled at him.
“Protect us both.” Jackson nodded at the phone.
“I don’t want things to change.”
“Then we won’t let them.”
“When did you get so wise?” I asked him.
“Shit, I was born this way.” He gave me a small, cocky smile that made my cock twitch and grabbed the phone. He pulled up the message, and his smile fell as his eyebrows pulled together.
I grabbed the phone and read the message.
Diana: We need to talk
I looked up and locked eyes with Jackson. He reached out and rubbed my thigh.
“She’s one of us, and she’s reaching out. You know what to do,” he told me.
“If I do, I’m not going to pussy-foot around this time.” Jackson smiled at me, and I narrowed my eyes. “I’m not playing. She’ll give us everything, or she’ll get nothing. I’ll hand her over to Mitch to deal with.” Jackson’s smile turned arrogant, and my cock didn’t just twitch. It stiffened right up, and I returned his smile. I let my face harden as I typed a text back and threw my phone. I got up on my knees; my cock was firm against my stomach. I flipped Jackson over and pulled him up on his hands and knees. His bottom was heart shaped but small. At this angle, his cheeks spread enough to see the tight ring, and damn if I didn’t want to slide my cock home. Instead, I climbed off the bed and walked from corner to corner, cuffing him spread eagle. Once I was finished, I walked to the closet and looked through the toys we had there. I kept a crop, feather, and flogger beside the bed, and I had a few more creative toys in the drawer. I wasn’t sure what I wanted, though. Did I want to punish him for bossing or did I just want to have some fun?
He had been getting too bossy. I’d do anything for him, but one of the reasons we worked so well and loved each other so much was because we both knew our place. Did he need me to step it up a little more? I had become lax. Fuck, I never would have questioned it if it were any other sub. But this was Jackson and he was mine. He was being so good and doing everything right that it was hard to find something to punish him for. But now, I realized that wasn’t exactly true. He’d been pushing and seeing what it’d take.
I let my eyes roam over him and noticed his breathing had become heavy. Even though I chained him, he still kept his ass in the air, silently begging. He wanted me to punish him and fuck him, and damn, I wanted to. We both got off on that, coming hard. I knew what I needed to do, and I hated it.
I grabbed a toy I’d bought long ago and never had to use. It was a chastity device. It’d let him get partially hard but never fully. I grabbed another toy with it and walked back to the bed.
I removed the cuff from one a foot and rolled him partially over until I had access. He was just beginning to harden, and I knew it would only become harder the more I touched it. If we hadn’t just had sex, he’d already be at attention. I quickly attached the device and stood, reattaching the cuffing to his foot. Jackson never said a word, so at ease with his submission.
God, I loved this man.
Using the lube on the bedside table, I squirted some on my cock and buried myself to the hilt in one quick thrust. I didn’t listen to the moans or cries Jackson made. This was for me, and I finished within minutes. It was quick and unsatisfactory, so I grabbed the other toy, and using my cum that was seeping out of his bottom, I pushed the plug home. It was one of his birthday presents. It had a bright green stone on it, and it was my payback for him singing that damn song, ‘If you like it then you better put a ring on it’ all the time. Well, I more than liked it, and now, I was outfitting his ring with a big-ass stone.
I started singing it as I nudged in the plug. His groan made him sound annoyed and let me know he knew exactly what was going in him. I pushed it in and laid down next to him. Pulling up the covers, I pushed my hand under him and between his legs, my fingers grazing over the cage around his cock. I could feel it fighting against the restraint. He made the whimpering sound I loved so much as my pinky slid into the hole at the end of the device. I made small circular motions, and he rewarded me with another whimper, but still, he kept mostly quiet. He was such a good submissive. I knew it would be a long, painful night for him, and I continued to rub his back as I fell asleep worrying what trouble Diana was bringing to our door and praying that she would finally give in to her mutual desire for us.
Preface
Late Friday night …
I heard my phone ding but ignored it as I watched Jackson swallow my cock. Damn, he was good at this. I’d once felt guilty for dating someone so much younger than I was but not anymore. I loved him. What was twelve years when love was involved? He was my life. My partner. Things could get rough, and they have, but I knew he would always be here for me. He was my rock.
I smiled as I watched his hand twitch and knew he was getting off on blowing me as much as I was getting off on him doing it. Yeah, we would always be there for each other—ready and willing. I reached over and grabbed the lube. It was a rare treat that I submitted to him. It wasn’t that it didn’t feel good. Fuck, he felt fantastic sliding in and out of me, but I didn’t like giving up control.
“Jackson, raise up.”
“No,” he told me, and I chuckled. We’ve played this game many times before. It always ended with him on his stomach, and his ass being beat then fucked. I felt my dick pulse at the thought of that.
“No games tonight, lover.” I watched as chill bumps broke out along his arms when I called him that. That word meant so much more than the sexual emphasis it applied.
“Please?” he begged, and I nearly changed my mind. I knew it’d be good. I could stand and make him stay on his knees while he begged to continue sucking my cock. Begged for me to come down his throat and on his face, his body. Fuck, I could come in a cup and feed it to him, making him beg for each sip. I shivered at that thought and knew I’d have to remember that one.
“No, my love. Tonight, you’ll take me.”
Jackson raised his head and focused on my eyes. I twirled the bottle of lube to get his attention, watching as he glanced at it.
“Why?” he asked. He was smart. The few times he topped was usually a special occasion or rarely — very rarely— when I was begging for forgiveness.
“You only turn twenty-one once in your life,” I told him.
“We celebrated my birthday last weekend.”
“Yes, Jackson. But I couldn’t very well bend over and ask you to fuck me in front of your family.” I sighed and watched as his eyes lit up.
“But we had a nice time when we got home,” he reminded and forced a grin from me.
“Yes, we did. You pissed me off and got punished. Now that you’re no longer sore, you’re well enough to top me. Do you want to? If not, then my dick has lost all the heat your mouth provided and is getting cold.” I forced the last bit out as a command for him to do something. I was tired of waiting and nearly begging. This was a treat, and he could take it and be fucking happy about it or get back to work.
“Poor little guy.” Jackson laughed and licked my dick as soon as he said the words. Not even affected by my high-handed command.
Ass. I chuckled inwardly, happy my domineering ways didn’t scare him.
“It’s not fucking little,” I replied with a moan as he swallowed my full length. “Gods, you’re good at that.”
“I don’t want to bend you over anything,” Jackson said as he pushed two slick fingers into me. He moved them around and added a third. The small bite of pain made my dick shed a tear that Jackson quickly lapped up.
Jackson raised up, while keeping his fingers in me, and leaned over me.
“No?” I asked enjoying my submission more by the second.
“No. I’m going to take you like this. I’m going to watch you until your eyes glaze over while your tight ring clasps down on my cock. Whenever I’m finish filling you full, I plan to spend my time cleaning every drop of cum you shoot on your stomach.”
“Yes,” I begged as Jackson removed his fingers and quickly lubed up his cock.
“Are you begging, Calvin?”
“I am,” I told him. And I was. I would beg for crumbs from him if I had to. He completely owned me. I’d changed so much since Jackson came into my life, and I tried to show him every day. I’d quit taking jobs that not only took me out of the country but also had too many risks involved. My life meant more now. Jackson would be hurt if anything happened to me. After seeing him break down after his sister went missing, I wouldn’t put him through that again. Instead, I’ve been doing a few things here and there to keep busy. I saved the money from my jobs and from working for the clubs, so I had enough income coming in to survive on. Enough for both of us to live happily.
Jackson pushed all the way in; no slow movements but taking what I’d freely given. I inhaled a quick, sharp breath at the pain and released it on a moan as he pulled back out. “I love you. God, Jackson. I would do more than beg if you needed me to,” I whispered as he smoothed out his strokes.
“I know, and it’s the same for me. You’re everything.” He leaned down and kissed me, giving me what I always wanted but was afraid to ask for.
Later, after he finished and used his tongue to clean me, we were just falling to sleep when I heard my phone beep again. I sighed and kissed the back of Jackson’s shoulder before rolling over and grabbing my slacks. I pulled the phone out and saw the message in the window.
I stared. Scared. Knowing somehow that this would change everything. I glanced over at Jackson, who had rolled over and was watching me.
“Who is it?” he asked.
I pushed myself back against the headboard as he flipped on the lamp on his side and I did the same.
“Diana,” I said with a sigh.
“What did she say?”
His question sounded more curious than anything. We hadn’t heard from her in a year, and we’d been worried about her. Jackson and I knew where she was staying, but we gave her space. I couldn’t help but think she was innocent in all of this. So what if the information she gave us at the club was a lie. When I told everyone we needed to give her time, it had caused a huge fight between Mitch and myself. One Alex thought was hilarious until Colby pointed out that if she could get through all the new security then who else could have. This calmed everyone down because we had all helped with security and we all knew what could happen. What had happened to Ari and Becca. What had happened to Chad and Lily. To Stella and so many others.
“I haven’t opened it.” I reached over and wrapped my arm around him, pulling his head down onto my lap. I ran my fingers through his hair. It was short, and the ends were prickly. “It’ll change things. I know this isn’t over, but for the past few months—hell, the past year—we’ve gotten good at pretending. Things have quieted down. No one’s missing and no one has gotten hurt. Our friends and family have been safe.”
“No, not all our friends were safe.” Jackson glanced at the phone.
“She chose to leave. She made the decision, Jackson.” I played devil’s advocate. For all the love Jackson and I had for each other, this small spot in us still held hope that we could have a third. A girl who not only balanced out our harshness but who was also strong enough to give what we’d demand. We’d once talked and considered her as our third. That thought had spawned many played-out sexual fantasies and only built our desires for her. But after she ran, I knew that ultimately, our chances of us having her as our third was unlikely. I hated for Jackson to get his hopes up again, but from the light in his eyes, it was already too late.
“She’s proven by all her lies and this Wonder Woman persona she perfected that she’s smart. Maybe she had a reason to hide.” He defended her.
“Yeah, she’s smart. But hiding that much from the people she’s supposedly helping? I don’t know if I can trust her.” And that was it. I didn’t know if I could. I was scared that if we let her in, Jackson would fall immediately, and I’d be waiting for her to prove me right by hurting Jackson.
“If she’s reaching out now, there’s a reason. And Calvin, I’ve seen a lot of sides to you, but I’ve never seen you give up on someone.” Jackson raised up and looked me straight on. He wasn’t backing down.
“I’m not giving up—I’m protecting you!” I yelled at him.
“Protect us both.” Jackson nodded at the phone.
“I don’t want things to change.”
“Then we won’t let them.”
“When did you get so wise?” I asked him.
“Shit, I was born this way.” He gave me a small, cocky smile that made my cock twitch and grabbed the phone. He pulled up the message, and his smile fell as his eyebrows pulled together.
I grabbed the phone and read the message.
Diana: We need to talk
I looked up and locked eyes with Jackson. He reached out and rubbed my thigh.
“She’s one of us, and she’s reaching out. You know what to do,” he told me.
“If I do, I’m not going to pussy-foot around this time.” Jackson smiled at me, and I narrowed my eyes. “I’m not playing. She’ll give us everything, or she’ll get nothing. I’ll hand her over to Mitch to deal with.” Jackson’s smile turned arrogant, and my cock didn’t just twitch. It stiffened right up, and I returned his smile. I let my face harden as I typed a text back and threw my phone. I got up on my knees; my cock was firm against my stomach. I flipped Jackson over and pulled him up on his hands and knees. His bottom was heart shaped but small. At this angle, his cheeks spread enough to see the tight ring, and damn if I didn’t want to slide my cock home. Instead, I climbed off the bed and walked from corner to corner, cuffing him spread eagle. Once I was finished, I walked to the closet and looked through the toys we had there. I kept a crop, feather, and flogger beside the bed, and I had a few more creative toys in the drawer. I wasn’t sure what I wanted, though. Did I want to punish him for bossing or did I just want to have some fun?
He had been getting too bossy. I’d do anything for him, but one of the reasons we worked so well and loved each other so much was because we both knew our place. Did he need me to step it up a little more? I had become lax. Fuck, I never would have questioned it if it were any other sub. But this was Jackson and he was mine. He was being so good and doing everything right that it was hard to find something to punish him for. But now, I realized that wasn’t exactly true. He’d been pushing and seeing what it’d take.
I let my eyes roam over him and noticed his breathing had become heavy. Even though I chained him, he still kept his ass in the air, silently begging. He wanted me to punish him and fuck him, and damn, I wanted to. We both got off on that, coming hard. I knew what I needed to do, and I hated it.
I grabbed a toy I’d bought long ago and never had to use. It was a chastity device. It’d let him get partially hard but never fully. I grabbed another toy with it and walked back to the bed.
I removed the cuff from one a foot and rolled him partially over until I had access. He was just beginning to harden, and I knew it would only become harder the more I touched it. If we hadn’t just had sex, he’d already be at attention. I quickly attached the device and stood, reattaching the cuffing to his foot. Jackson never said a word, so at ease with his submission.
God, I loved this man.
Using the lube on the bedside table, I squirted some on my cock and buried myself to the hilt in one quick thrust. I didn’t listen to the moans or cries Jackson made. This was for me, and I finished within minutes. It was quick and unsatisfactory, so I grabbed the other toy, and using my cum that was seeping out of his bottom, I pushed the plug home. It was one of his birthday presents. It had a bright green stone on it, and it was my payback for him singing that damn song, ‘If you like it then you better put a ring on it’ all the time. Well, I more than liked it, and now, I was outfitting his ring with a big-ass stone.
I started singing it as I nudged in the plug. His groan made him sound annoyed and let me know he knew exactly what was going in him. I pushed it in and laid down next to him. Pulling up the covers, I pushed my hand under him and between his legs, my fingers grazing over the cage around his cock. I could feel it fighting against the restraint. He made the whimpering sound I loved so much as my pinky slid into the hole at the end of the device. I made small circular motions, and he rewarded me with another whimper, but still, he kept mostly quiet. He was such a good submissive. I knew it would be a long, painful night for him, and I continued to rub his back as I fell asleep worrying what trouble Diana was bringing to our door and praying that she would finally give in to her mutual desire for us.