Greetings
I'm excited to start a new story for existing characters, Sire Jacobs and Justice Densley from Binding Justice.
To give you a little background on them, here is the synopsis:
Sire
Jacobs, a transplanted British man, retired officer from the army has recently
been widowed when he loses his wife Tawyna to cancer. At age fifty, he’s now in
search of someone to help him since he is hobbled by an old war injury to his
leg that pains him to walk. Not to mention, he would like to have some sort of
companion, not for love but more for sex as well as assistance.
Three
weeks after his wife’s death, he’s visited by his good friend Gabriel, a gay
entrepreneur who comes to Chicago primarily for his new club opening but also
to support Sire through this difficult time. While there, he tells Sire that he
should explore his “gay side” that has laid dormant for years because of his
marriage as well as his status in the military. Sire somewhat agrees but is
hesitant about becoming involved with someone new so soon.
Jarvis
Densley, a twenty three year old retail worker from the north side of Chicago
is lonely and desires someone new in his life. He lives with an older man, Abe,
who’s the cousin of his friend Paulo. Abe was nice enough to take Jarvis in
when his parents threw him out the house after admitting he was gay. Jarvis is
a lanky young man who Abe and Paulo urge to start caring more about his
appearance since he wants to be in a committed relationship.
After
help from Abe with clothing and his overall look, Jarvis attends club Dare with Abe and his cousin, which is
the place Gabe is opening. Upon sight of the young man, Gabe brings Jarvis into
the club to meet Sire who is sitting at the bar. Their connection is obvious
that first night, both would like more.
Sire,
however, would like to try something new. Other than being sexually interested
in a man, he also desires to be a D/s relationship where his companion would
serve him and allow him control, bound by the elder Jacobs, who has always been
aroused by power trips. He would like Jarvis to be this man, the one that
allows him to have domination. Sire Jacob’s feels this sort of commitment would
be best, not only to fulfill his desires but also halt anyone taking the place
of his deceased wife.
* * * *
Here is my flash using You Need Coffee
“Oh fuck, any minute now!” Justice quickly
scampered across the kitchen, looking for the Sire’s favorite coffee cup. “Where
is that fuckin’ mug?” He’d washed every dish and misplaced his master’s beloved
black mug reading, “I am the Dom” somewhere in the house and if he didn’t find
it, Sire would be especially upset with Justice. And really, although he
enjoyed when his Sire made him wait to come or on sex, he didn’t
want to be punished more than once and not first thing in the morning. Not when
he had so many chores and duties to take care of throughout the day. Loving
torture was nice but only in the evening after Justice had time to be too tired.
Not first thing, not along with the breakfast.
Shit.
“Justice? Is my meal prepared?” The loud
British voice boomed from upstairs, coupled with the sounds of heavy boots
making their way down the steps. Even with the surgery on his crippled leg, he
still wasn’t walking any softer. Didn’t matter though, Justice thought his man
did it just to make his presence known. And actually he kind of liked it. It meant authority to him.
“Yes Sire.” Justice dashed to the stove and
dropped the plate on the table, waving his fingers when he did. He’d touched it
while it was still hot, without a mitt just to get it there
before Sire took the last step. Sire hated for his food to be microwaved.
Radiation
isn’t good for you. I don’t believe in eating anything heated in the microwave.
Despite the old man's thoughts the microwave was Justice’ best friend
when Sire wasn’t around. It warmed his food to perfection and Sire couldn’t
tell if it had been nuked. Yes, Justice was a great cook and he knew exactly
how to get his lover’s meals just right and he took advantage when he needed.
Just to avoid the punishment even though the discipline was always done with
love.
“Justice? Is it just the way I like it?” Sire shoved the kitchen door so hard, it
banged against the side counter.
Justice stood at attention as his Sire liked.
He loved running the household as he did when he ruled the military during
Desert Storm. He winced, pulling his
sore fingers up to the side of his head. “It is, Sire.” Sire like his name
instead of Sir like other dom’s did. It was just one thing Justice appreciated
about his Sire. He’d taken him in and given him a new life, name, all the love
he could handle and the discipline he craved. Sire was his everything and now,
he looked forward to many more days being his partner and caregiver.
“Good then.” Sire hobbled to the table and
plopped in the chair, nearly toppling the table when he did so. He hung the end
of his cane on the opposite seat while gazing at his breakfast. “Hmm, somethin’s
missing, Justice. This is not exactly as I wanted.”
Justice cocked an eyebrow. “You said
lightly toasted bread, one egg, not running with two strips of bacon, a sausage
link and a slice of cantaloupe on the side.”
“Mhmm, but where’s my drink, love?” Sire
picked up his fork and inspected the silverware to make sure it was spotless.
He always asked for them to be so clean that he could see his reflection.
“Um…” Justice nibbled on his bottom lip,
wondering what he'd tell his lover about the suddenly absent coffee cup. “Sire,
I can’t find your mug and since you only like that cup…”
Sire separated his one egg on the plate
and lifted the piece of toast to check the top for color. “Yes but, I need something
to drink, Justice. I must have my morning java.”
“Yes Sire, you need coffee but is it fine
that it isn’t in the black dom mug?” Justice clicked his heels and sprinted to
the maker to turn it off. He opened the cabinet, waiting for his master’s
response. Justice hoped he wasn’t too disappointed about the missing coffee
mug.
“Ah Justice…” Sire laughed to himself,
carving another piece of the egg. “My love, you are exactly the man I’ve wanted you to be. You go out of your way to
please me and I love that about you, my sweet.” Sire dropped his silverware and
reached into his pocket. Still grinning, he pulled the black mug out and slapped it on the table. “You
are just what the doc ordered, my love. A man willing to go to the limits to
please his master; make him happy in bed and out. You have earned the next notch on the sub meter, my love.”
Justice smiled to himself, happy that
Sire appreciated his efforts to please him no matter what. And though he was a
little annoyed by Sire’s trick, he was glad Sire noticed how far he went out of
his way regardless of the circumstances.
Yes Justice was more than happy to be with
Sire despite what Abe, Paulo, or anyone who called themselves close to him
said. He was happily in love with the only man that made him feel worthy and complete.
* * * *
Hope you enjoyed. We shall see what they have in store for next week.
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