by Eileen Green
Victor seemed to be thinking about what was said, contemplating his decisions. Then, he quietly said, “Here would be fine. But I do want you to be here with me, both of you, when I talk to your lady friend.”
“Yes, on Alex and Shane, and I’ll call Carrie on my way to the office. How about two o’clock?” Eliza asked as she walked past them into the living room and then the foyer. She heard them get up and follow her.
Grabbing her long woolen coat from the closet, she turned towards her men.
My men? Where the hell did that come from?
“Two will be fine,” Victor agreed as he reached for her coat. She handed it to him without thinking and then turned so he could help her put it on. It felt nice to have someone to do things for her for a change. A lump formed in her throat. “Let me know if you’d like to have lunch ready for you two ladies or just a snack.”
Once her coat was on, Todd slid his hands up her arms to her shoulders where he straightened her collar. She felt his hands caress the sides of her neck briefly before he pulled away.
Turning back towards them, she whispered, “Thank you.” Reaching into her coat pocket, she pulled a business card from it and handed it to Todd. “My numbers are on here.”
He took the card, pulled out his phone from his back pocket, and dialed one of the numbers from the card. Her cell rang twice where it was sitting on the bench next to her briefcase on the bench where she left it last night and then stopped.
“Now you have my number.” Todd replaced his phone to his back pocket again. “Call if anything changes. And, have a good day at work.”
It felt wonderful to have someone say that to her. It was nice to have these two people in her home, like before, but then, how long was it going to stay like this?
* * * *
“Are there any memories from your childhood?” Carrie asked.
A fire roared in the fireplace offering heat and a cozy atmosphere, if one didn’t take into consideration what was to occur. Carrie was sitting in the armchair closest to the couch where Victor was sitting next to Todd. Eliza was sitting in the other chair. They all had drinks sitting on the glass and chrome coffee table. It was as if they were all sitting around talking about their day or something like that.
Victor thought about his parents and could only remember a few things. “One Christmas, I got a new bike, a dirt bike. I was so happy I was jumping around the room and my brother Michael pushed me into the tree. I yelled at him, and then I pushed him. My mother got mad at us both and I didn’t get to ride my new bike for a month. My brother couldn’t play his new Nintendo for a month. Boy, he was pissed.”
“What did you do when you finally got to ride your bike?” Carrie was writing in her notebook as she made her inquiry.
Victor snorted. “I actually sat down and played a game with Michael before I rode my bike. I was sorry for getting in a fight with him.” Looking over at Eliza, Victor smiled. “My mother really liked you. I remember her telling me once that she hoped we had a baby soon. She wanted to be a grandmother, whether it was by me, or by Bobby. No matter who the father really was, she didn’t care as long as she could have a grandbaby to spoil.”
Eliza smiled, and then he saw a bit of sadness in her eyes. She had lost a chance to have children with him and Bobby.
He focused his gaze back onto Carrie Newton. She apparently was a good friend of Eliza’s for Victor had heard her refuse payment from Todd. She wanted to help.
She was a pretty woman with long dark blonde hair that cascaded down over her shoulders in layers. She had steel-blue eyes that seemed to pierce into his soul when she made eye contact with him. There was a bit of meat on her bones, but she was content with who she was. However, she didn’t hold a candle to Eliza.
Carrie went on. “What about meeting Eliza? Do you remember anything of that time?”
A bit of pain filled his brain as he thought about the question. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and thought. An image filled his head and warmed his heart, and he prayed it was real.
Bobby insisted they go out. He was going to be away for a few weeks for training and Victor had been busy on a case in New York for a while. They needed to unwind if only for a night.
The nightclub was busy. The dance floor was filled with people gyrating, twisting, and twirling, while couples held on to each other as they swayed. They had a good view of the crowd from the table they were seated at, a booth with plenty of room for another couple to join them, but that wasn’t going to happen.
Victor was watching a young woman with short platinum-blonde hair dancing with another woman. They were laughing wildly, most likely at their bad moves. The blonde was wearing a short black skirt that showed off her long shapely legs and a purple halter top which barely covered her plentiful breasts on each side. With each movement, those glorious tits bounced and threatened to come free of its fabric prison.
There was a bit of guilt from his voyeur enjoyment due to his cock getting hard in his dark jeans. The more it filled, the stiffer it got, pressing into the zipper mercilessly. His lover was sitting next to him, their hands entwined on the seat, the table hiding them. He didn’t want Bobby to see his arousal.
“She’s a beauty, isn’t she?” Bobby asked, his voice a bit loud due to the pounding rhythm of the music.
Her face shone from her exertion, but also from her beauty. Full cheekbones and a wide smile. It appeared from where he was sitting that her eyes were light in color, but they were bright, and her smile reached them. She had a slender neck that he wanted to snuggle against and suck on while his cock was balls deep within her.
Finally, he looked at Bobby. His lover’s face was brimming with happiness and Victor could see desire in his eyes. Was it possible Bobby was interested in the blonde also?
“Shall we invite her over for a drink?” Bobby asked as he leaned towards Victor. “I mean, only if you don’t mind.”
Feeling his cheeks redden and his eyes lower, Victor was at a loss for words. Bobby’s hand tightened around his drawing Victor’s gaze back up to Bobby’s. There was a bit of mischief in Bobby’s eyes now.
One thing Victor had noticed when he had lowered his gaze was that Bobby’s dick was tenting his slacks. Since he had been watching the woman, he had to wonder if his lover was taken by her also.
Bobby released Victor’s hand and stood quickly. Before Victor knew what the man was going to do, Bobby made his way over to the beauty. He skimmed his hand down her arm, drawing her gaze to him, the smile never leaving her face. She laughed at something he said and then glanced over at Victor. He smiled lamely.
The woman she was with headed over to a table on the other side of the dance floor, but she wasn’t lonely. There were several other women there.
The song changed to a slower one, the beat not as pounding as before. Bobby pulled the woman into his arms and they slow danced, so close to each other that there wasn’t a bit of light between them. Victor wanted to be there with them yet knew that wasn’t possible. Not in a public place.
After the song ended, Bobby brought her back to the table and pushed her in between him and Victor. He was introduced to her and he got the next dance. Back and forth they went until the club closed, the two men taking turns dancing with her. Other times they sat and talked, Bobby being the one telling her about their relationship and the lifestyle they led. They escorted her home, and Victor was thrilled when Bobby asked her over for dinner the next night.
That was how they began a relationship with her. And now, Victor was frustrated he couldn’t remember as much about her as he should.
“How long was it before Eliza accepted your lifestyle? I know she was introduced to the lifestyle at that time. Did she welcome the role of a sub right away, or did she need to be coaxed?” Carrie was watching Victor intently.
He smiled at the thought. “She took to it right away. The first night Bobby and I were showing her a flogging session, she wanted to join.”
“It sounds as i
f there was no jealousy between the two of you when it came to Eliza. Is that true? Did you see her together always, or did you have separate dates?”
“We spent time with her alone, but mostly it was always together. There wasn’t any jealousy.”
There was a warm feeling in his heart at his answers and his memory. With most answers still not answered, Victor knew he still wanted Eliza in his life.
“Do you remember anything about the accident?” Carrie asked as she shifted slightly in her chair. Eliza and Todd remained still, watching him.
He tried to think about what happened right before he woke up, but all he could remember about his life with Eliza and Bobby was what he had just revealed. Perhaps a few more sessions like this would help him, but right now, his head felt as if it was going to split open and he was tired.
“I think that’s enough for now,” Todd said softly as he wrapped his arm around Victor’s shoulders. Victor slumped against his lover and Master, but his gaze remained on Eliza. He could see that she had remembered all that he said for there were tears in her eyes. His therapy session was a hard memory for her to live through after her loss.
“Of course.” Carrie closed her notebook and attached her pen to it. “Should we resume tomorrow?”
“I think that would be a good idea. I can tell he is in pain.” Todd lowered his voice. “It’s been a long day, since the guy for the DNA test and fingerprints came early, so, I’m going to take him to bed and then I’ll be right back.”
Todd helped Victor to the room Eliza had given them on the first floor and then helped him into the bed. When he was offered painkillers, Victor refused, closed his eyes, and then let sleep overtake him. It was the only way he could get out of his head for a while.
* * * *
Exhaustion flooded Eliza, not just mentally, but physically. Listening to Victor recall their meeting had brought on her own memories, but it had been draining. Besides, she had gotten up early due to forgetting she had guests in the house.
“So, do you want to talk about it?” Carrie asked, still sitting in the same chair.
Eliza stood and moved over to the fireplace. She felt cold and wished she had turned the fireplace on in her room as it was gas. She could use some warmth in her room when she went upstairs for she’d be going up early. Turning her back, she faced her friend.
“I hate that he’s in pain.” Eliza choked back a sob.
“He’s lucky to be alive after what Todd told me about his injuries. He should have died.”
Silence blanketed the two women save the crackling flames. She knew Victor was lucky. Was she lucky to have him back in her life? It wasn’t fair to her to have him back. Her heart had broken that fateful day, and she never expected to be happy, or fulfilled, or worse, ever love again.
Every time she looked at Victor, she saw what she had, and what she could have. She couldn’t deny she still wanted him. She wanted him with a passion. Her heart and soul ached for him. However, he was with someone else. Someone who loved him as much as she did.
Of course, there was the question about Todd. She had seen the way Todd had looked at her. Her girly parts had responded to his visual caress. She had dreamt about him the previous night, touching her, loving her. He had whispered sweet nothings into her ear before he invited Victor to join them.
Her body warmed further from the thoughts as she recalled the dream which bothered her. How could she possibly have feelings for Todd so soon after meeting him? Of course, when she thought more on it, she had fallen for Bobby and Victor just as quickly.
“I take it that you’re thinking about the two of them,” Carrie said, her words breaking into Eliza’s thoughts. Her voice was low, and Eliza hoped the two men hadn’t heard the question.
Eliza sat on the floor close to Carrie’s chair, the fire still heating her back while the warmth of Carrie’s friendship sat before her. The latter filled her heart for she didn’t have many friends.
“I don’t know why I am. I really loved my husband, my Bobby. I loved Victor with all my heart as well. I have lived like a widow for the past six years, and now one of them comes back into my life like a ghost. I still love him, Carrie. I do.”
“But he isn’t the same man you loved because he doesn’t remember that love,” Carrie pointed out. “And yet, he does have love with someone else. It’s understandable to be jealous.”
“Is it jealousy?” God, Eliza was confused.
“You’re jealous of Todd, Eliza. But what you aren’t seeing, sweetie, is that you are becoming interested in Todd.”
How could she know?
“You have built a shell around you. It’s there to protect you from what you have lost, to keep the pain away. Letting people into your life is difficult because you don’t want anyone to get close for fear of them leaving you.” Drawing in a deep breath and releasing it, Carrie smiled. “You don’t even want Alex, who knew Bobby from before, to get close to you. Everyone at the club loves you, and we’d do anything for you. We’ve all lost people we’ve loved in some capacity, but we go on. We have to. If you stay like this, you will eventually crumble. You have to let us help you, and most of all, you have to open your heart and let love in again, because I truly believe that they are both wanting you. Yes, Victor still loves you, and I think Todd has feelings for you. Just let yourself go and see what happens.”
Chapter Seven
The fork dropped out of her hand when Todd came into the kitchen and said, “You amaze me.”
She had let Carrie out after the woman gave her a shred of hope and decided to grab a bite to eat since she was too nervous to do so while they were having the session. After Carrie left, Eliza went back and sat in front of the fire for nearly two hours before her stomach growled with hunger.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said quickly as he picked up the utensil as it slid across the counter. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
He handed it back to her as she reached out for it. Her fingers wrapped around his, sending a shock up her arm. Lifting her gaze, she saw the desire in his eyes. She knew he had felt the same thing she had. They both gasped before Todd pulled his hand away, a sheepish look on his face.
Eliza set the fork down on the plate that held her half-eaten piece of pecan pie. Todd poured himself a cup of coffee and came around the island to sit next to her as Eliza watched him.
The man knew how to fill out a pair of jeans. Muscles bunched and relaxed beneath the denim, attesting to regular workouts. The material at his ass didn’t sag like some men’s did. He had nice rounded globes that she wanted to dig her fingers into while he fucked her, or even more, she’d like to scrape her teeth along them.
He was Victor’s Master, but it was something Victor needed. He had needed it with Bobby also to help keep structure in his life, trusting someone else to direct him on a day-to-day basis as his job was truly intense at times. It was hard on Victor when Bobby was deployed, but Eliza tried to give guidance and be what he needed in the bedroom. Perhaps that’s why she was able to reinvent herself so easily when she got to Denver.
So far, Eliza hadn’t seen Todd in action as a Dom. He had been pretty laid back so far, but Victor was still in sub mode at times. Of course, she understood being in a strange place physically as well as mentally was difficult on those who lived the lifestyle.
However, she was in the lifestyle, so they shouldn’t be deviating from their normal routine around her. But then again, nothing about Victor’s life at the moment was normal. She had to remember that Victor’s life was being turned upside down and inside out from what he and Todd had built up in the past six years.
Victor cooking had been a part of his routine at home in North Carolina. It was something he enjoyed, and Bobby had set that task to him. Eliza wasn’t good at cooking when she met the two men but had learned from Victor. When she moved to Denver, she enrolled in a cooking class to improve her skills. She still found it tedious, but she did it so she wouldn’t go hungry.
When
Bobby would be scheduled to come home, Victor would be kneeling inside the front door in a submissive pose. He would remove Bobby’s clothes and help him into something relaxing before he went back to finish cooking dinner. Eliza would join him on the floor most of the time, but she would enjoy Bobby’s company as she cuddled up to him on the couch.
Early on in the relationship, she realized the dynamics of their relationship. She was a submissive in the bedroom, but outside of it, she wanted to be her own person most of the time. Victor was a slave at all times, needing an outlet to distance himself from his job.
Eliza looked over at Todd. He was taking a sip of the aromatic liquid. He had an oval face with a strong jaw and chin. His nose was straight over generous lips which were separated by his mustache. Scruff grew along his jaw which made him look hot. Dark brown eyes seemed to take in everything even when he wasn’t looking directly at whoever or whatever he needed to observe.
She wondered what his lips would feel like against hers. Would he be gentle or demanding? His hands looked soft but strong, and when she looked at them, she could practically feel them caressing her. She wanted him to touch her. She wanted him to kiss her.
God, you’re pathetic! He’s only interested in Victor!
Then, Carrie’s words came back to her. She had said that Todd seemed interested in her. Was that possible?
Coming out of her head, she found herself looking into Todd’s dark eyes. His brow was arched, and his lips were upturned slightly as if he found something amusing. Well, actually, if she was staring, he probably found her amusing.
Heat filled her face, neck, and chest in her embarrassment of being caught staring. Eliza quickly turned her head to look out the window as she tried to regain her composure. That was short-lived through when she felt Todd’s hand cover hers on the counter. Just as she suspected, his hand was soft as he wrapped his hand around her fingers.