Punk Rock-A-Bye Baby(2)

Tommy was never really a sentimental guy. He loved Jessi and Angel with all his heart. They were his world, but he wasn’t a mushy, teary-eyed, lovesick kind of guy. That’s why the lump in his throat and the heat that spread from under his collar and up to his forehead took him by surprise. The love that surrounded him amplified his feelings for his wife and his lover, and he fought the pure emotion that ticked at his jaw.

He turned his head toward Angel, who was absorbed in the ceremony with a soft-hearted smile stuck on his strikingly handsome face. Tommy slipped his hand into Angel’s palm, and Angel turned toward him with love overflowing from his dark brown eyes. Angel’s soft lips brushed across Tommy’s cheek before he returned his attention back to the nuptials.

Tommy reflected back to the time when the three of them decided to embark on a committed relationship. It was a risky union  , but love conquered all of the obstacles their relationship presented. Their life was cemented as a triad. Tommy’s eyes drifted back to Jessi and fell to her wedding ring, which picked up the glare of the sun with a starburst of light. He fingered his own ring with his thumb. Although he had given Angel an exact duplicate, their commitment was never marked by a ceremony or celebrated with a reception. It was unfair. Just because the law didn’t allow three people to be married, it shouldn’t preclude them from celebrating their love and acknowledging it to the world. That was about to change. Tommy slowly nodded to himself. Tonight he would ask Angel and Jessi to partake in a commitment ceremony.



Angel placed the diamond cufflinks in the small, black velvet box and watched the light reflect their brilliance. He cherished them, not only because they were exquisite, but because they were a gift from Jimmy – a thank you for serving as a groomsman. He closed the lid with a snap and placed it in his dresser drawer. When he looked up, there was a shadow behind him, and a cool piece of cloth covered his eyes. He smiled into the blackness. “What are you doing, mi amor? Is this your way of telling me you want a spanking?”

“It’s not your prince,” Jessi whispered in his ear.

The small hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and he remained perfectly still. Jessi didn’t initiate playtime with the flogger, and there was an eagerness in her voice that alerted his senses. He tried to lift the scarf from across his eyes, but she pulled it tighter and tied it behind his head. A shiver ran down his back, all the way to his toes. Another set of hands unbuckled his belt and pulled his slacks down to his ankles. He kicked off his shoes, and someone helped him step out of his pants. These two had something in store for him, and he entertained a few possible scenarios in his head. His imagination traveled down paths that weren’t in his comfort zone. Although he loved to dish out a little rough play, he was rarely on the receiving end. “What are you two up to?”

“Shh. No talking.” It was Jessi, which somehow made him more nervous. He knew Tommy’s boundaries, but Jessi was a risk taker. Jessi delved into new experiences without the fear of the unknown to hold her back.

A hand on each of his upper arms guided him to their bed, but he needed no direction around the room. He could easily navigate freely on the darkest of nights. Every piece of furniture was mapped into his memory, from the four-poster bed to Tommy’s guitar stand in the far right corner, and Jessi’s slippers that were always strewn on the floor next to her side of the bed.

He crawled across the mattress on his hands and knees and someone snatched his briefs, leaving him with just his white dress shirt held together by a lone button. A firm hand – Tommy’s – came down on his bare butt cheek without warning. It lit up Angel’s cock with an arousing start. Two smaller hands – Jessi’s – took hold of his shirt and yanked it off his shoulders. The sole button popped from its thread and hit the floor with a ting before it scuttled away.

The spike of a high-heeled shoe hit him in the center of his back and flattened him against the mattress. It stabbed at his spine. He wasn’t sure he liked it, but his cock grew thicker. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t talk back to my wife.”

Angel loved Tommy’s bossy mouth, and he relaxed under the pressure of Jessi’s foot. She gave him one final poke in the ass with her heel before she kicked her shoes over the side of the bed.

“Front or back?” she asked.

“Front.” Tommy answered before Angel had a chance to answer the question. “I want to see his face when we have fun with him.”

Four hands rolled Angel onto his back and tugged him into position. Another pillow was placed under his head, and then there was quiet. He listened behind the darkened blindfold. A drawer opened and contents shuffled. The bed dipped as someone stepped onto it. Jessi? Tommy? He couldn’t tell. Both of his arms were simultaneously pulled above his head, and a clang secured them to the railing. Handcuffs. He pulled to test their strength. When they didn’t show any signs of giving way, he yanked his wrists. The headboard shook, but he was still imprisoned. His heart rate increased and blood pumped through his chest with a momentary rush of panic.