Page 11 of Loving Jamie

Justin

I watch William walk away from us. His long, powerful legs and wide shoulders make him tower over most club members.

People part like the red sea when they see him walking towards them. They don’t move out of fear, no; they move out of his way because his body projects power and pure dominance.

I look down at Jamie and see he is watching William, just like I am. I hold his hand and walk him over to the seating area by the stage.

A couple is getting ready to perform. The Sub is currently being tied to a St. Andrew’s cross, and the collar on his neck tells me it's his Dom who is tying him up.

I sit down on a chair and pull Jamie onto my lap so he can see the stage clearly. I run my fingers up his fishnet-clad thighs, enjoying the feeling of his warm skin on my fingertips.

I love that Jamie let me dress him tonight. It shows a certain level of trust to let someone take care of you, even if it’s something simple, like getting them dressed.

I want Jamie to feel pampered by William and me, this relationship isn't going to just be about sex, I want the special job of taking care of him, offering my help when he needs it and taking care of things that cause him too much stress.

All three of us need to talk about expectations and limits. I know Jamie is very independent and sometimes a brat, but I need him to know what my role will be in this relationship, and I’m sure William feels the same way.

A whip snapping on stage breaks me from my daydreaming. I feel Jamie inhale a deep breath every time the whip makes contact with the Subs, bare skin.

Leaning towards his ear, I quietly ask him, “Are you alright, baby?”

He startles at my question and he nods his head. “I’m fine, just not a big fan of whips.” I push him off my lap and quickly turn him around, then pull him back so he’s sitting on my thighs, facing me. He tucks his face into my neck and takes a couple of deep breaths.

“Talk to me, Jamie. What’s going on?”

He doesn’t respond with words, he just shakes his head no and burrows further into me. I wrap one arm around his back and use the other to stroke his hair.

A few minutes later, he looks up at me, his eyes watering slightly, but no tears fall. “The ex I was telling you and William about, one of his favourite things to use on me, was a whip. It used to be one of mine too until it wasn’t.”

My jaw clenches at the thought of someone hurting him, someone taking away something he used to enjoy. I don’t understand how anyone could want to hurt Jamie. He’s so sweet and kind, how could anyone break his trust?

I stand up and hold on to Jamie’s hand, walking him away from the view of the stage and towards the bar. I sit him on a stool and spin him around so the only thing he can see is my black shirt. He wraps his arms around my waist and smashes his face against my stomach.

Stroking my fingers up and down his back to try to soothe him, I tell him, “I don’t know everything that bastard did to you, but I promise nobody will hurt you like that again. William and I will make sure of it.”

He nods his head but doesn’t move away from me. I look up and see William quickly walking over to us, a look of concern on his face. When he gets a few feet away from us, he suddenly stops, like he’s crashed into an imaginary wall.

I raise an eyebrow in question and he looks between Jamie and me. He must see Jamie’s shoulders jerking, but it seems like he doesn’t know whether he’s allowed to come over or not.

I stretch my hand out to him and he all but runs towards us. I grab hold of his fingers and squeeze them for a second before I let go. I turn Jamie’s chair around so he is facing William.

Jamie stands up and throws himself at William, his arms tightly wrapped about his neck and legs hooked behind his back.

William squeezes Jamie to his body and looks at me. I mouth the wordsEx-Boyfriend.

William’s eyes darken and his nostrils flare. “Come on, we are going home.”

Jamie throws his head back with tears running down his face. He says, “Wait, I thought you had to be here until the club closes?”

William uses his fingers to wipe away his tears. “It doesn’t matter, angel, what matters is making sure you’re alright. The staff I have, I trust. And if something happens, they can call me. I want you both to come to my house.”

Jamie unhooks his legs and slides down his body. He holds his hands out to the both of us and William walks us out of the club.

Seeing as I drove Jamie and me here, I suggest, “How about you drive with William and I will follow you back to his place?”

Jamie nods his head and presses a kiss to my lips and then slips into the passenger side of William’s car.

William walks over to me and pulls me into a hug. “Thank you for letting me drive him home.”