That he could.
“Is that what brings you by?” Cav inquired. “You came to talk to Zeke?”
“I did,” she confirmed, her eyes moving between us.
The look on Cav’s face was one of disappointment, but it disappeared quickly.
“Well, I’m glad you’re here,” he said softly, moving toward her.
In a move that spoke of ease and practice, Cav enveloped her in his arms before planting a kiss on her mouth.
“Mmm. You smell good.”
Jamie smiled up at him, pure sunshine. “I was thinking the same about you.”
I remained relaxed in my chair, observing their interaction. I had to force myself not to think about strapping her down to my desk while Cav and I double-teamed her right here in my office. It was bad enough I continued to think about the other night, about how beautiful she’d been as Cav made her come with his tongue.
I exhaled sharply, forcing the thought away. “I was wondering if you’d like to come down to Dichotomy tonight.”
“Tonight?” Her expression said she was surprised by the invite. “I … uh … actually have plans.”
“To study?” I asked with a grin.
She chuckled. “No. I’m hanging out with my best friend Tiffany. Girls’ night in.”
“Ah.”
“But I’m here now,” she added with a grin.
True.
She was.
My eyes darted to the door.
And so was Zeke, just a few feet down the hall.
Hmm.
What to do, what to do.
Jamie
I HADN’T EXPECTED TO SEE EDGE WHEN I told Zeke I was heading to the Chatter PR offices. Getting to see Cav as well only made it an even better outing. I hadn’t had the opportunity to see either one of them since Wednesday morning, after they treated me to breakfast, then took me back to my apartment.
Although I’d been hoping to spend some time with them, my schedule hadn’t permitted. When I wasn’t at school, I had been at my apartment, furiously typing away. Although I’d been dreading writing my dissertation, there was so much information in my head, I hadn’t been able to ignore it. So, I’d started making detailed notes and doing more research.
I’d been so busy, in fact, I had declined Tiffany’s invitation to a Halloween party. And though she’d been disappointed, I had promised to make it up to her tonight. To go along with it, I’d also decided it was time to spill my guts and get my best friend’s take on the situation.
Which meant declining the offer to visit the club was my only option.
However, as I stood there in Edge’s office with both men staring at me like I was dessert and they hadn’t eaten all week, I was wondering exactly how any of us would be able to wait until the next opportunity presented itself.
“Well, I have an idea,” Edge stated.
I lifted my eyebrows, waited.
“Do you have anywhere you need to be?” His gaze shot up to the clock on the wall. “For the next hour?”
“No.” I glanced between the two men.
“What’s your color, sweetness?”
It took a second for the question to register, but once it did, I grinned. “Green.”
“Are you open to playing?” he asked.
“Here?” I inquired, trying to hide my surprise. “Now?”
“Yes.”
“Uh…”
“If you are, then lock the door.” Edge steepled his fingers. “Otherwise, have a seat and we can chat.”
I watched him momentarily, a little surprised by the option. When my feet got with the program, I turned back to the door and flipped the lock, setting my purse down on a small bookshelf.
“Are you sure you wanna play?” Cav asked. “Took you a minute there.”
“Positive,” I assured him with a chuckle.
“Then let’s play, sweetness,” Edge said firmly.
Admittedly, I liked the idea of playing with them. Although I had enjoyed getting a glimpse into some of the rules and protocols, this was what I wanted more of. Fun.
“Have a seat,” Edge said, motioning toward the leather sofa that was positioned on the other side of the room from his desk.
Cav perched on the corner of Edge’s desk as I moved around the coffee table cluttered with magazines.
Like my brother’s office, Edge’s was large and open, with floor-to-ceiling windows lining one entire wall. The decor was modern, very similar to Edge’s luxurious apartment, with a monochromatic color scheme. It was tastefully done and there was no stuffy, executive feel to the space.
I took my seat on the sofa, crossing my legs and leaning back. Getting comfortable. Or as comfortable as I could considering the circumstances.
“I have a meeting to attend in an hour, but until I have to leave, I thought we’d play a game,” Edge said, rising from his chair to move closer to where I was.
Both Edge and Cav took a seat in the black leather armchairs opposite me.
“I was thinking This or That, with a twist.” Edge’s smirk said he was enjoying the memory from the other night.
“I think that could be fun,” I said honestly.
“I don’t know how you play it,” he explained. “So I’m going with my own rules. As the name implies, you’ll select which you prefer: this or that. I’ll provide one option and Cav’ll provide another. You have to decide between the two.”
“Very similar to truth or dare,” Cav said, “only you get to know what you’re selecting beforehand.”
Made perfect sense to me.
“We’ll do three rounds. Each round, you’ll have exactly one minute to answer. If what you choose happens to be a command, you’ll have one minute to complete your task, unless you’re required to carry it out for longer.”
That sounded interesting. I couldn’t imagine there was much that could be done sexually in sixty seconds. Then again, I knew both of these men were very creative in that department, so I wouldn’t put anything past them.
“For the purpose of this game, I will be This and Cav will be That. Do you understand the rules, sweetness?”
“I do.”
“Good girl.” Edge leaned back in his chair, crossing one ankle over his knee. “First option. Remove your panties, lift your skirt, then place your feet flat on the cushion, knees spread wide so Cav and I can have an unobstructed view of your pussy.”
My sharp inhale sounded so loud in the room. I honestly hadn’t expected that sort of request. And while it had shocked me, it did turn me on.
“Or,” Cav drawled, “you can tell us in explicit detail about the last time you masturbated.”
“Oh.” I swallowed hard, my mind spinning. Both options were intense.
“You have one minute to decide.”
Knowing both options would likely please them immensely, I wasn’t sure I could give them that sort of detail without bursting into flames. “I choose This.”
Edge smirked. “Very well, sweetness. Show us your pretty pussy.”
My belly quivered as I pushed to my feet after sliding my shoes off. I tried to pretend they weren’t sitting there watching me as I slipped my panties down my legs. When I had opted to wear the long, flowing skirt that morning, I hadn’t done so knowing this might be on the agenda. Although, it was proving to be a rather appropriate choice of clothing.
I was breathing hard by the time I situated myself on the sofa, my feet flat on the cushion, ankles pressed against my butt. I spread my legs wide, noticing the draft against my most intimate parts. I watched both men as I slowly raised the skirt, giving them an unobstructed view of my pussy.
I probably would’ve been embarrassed if it weren’t for the way they were looking at me. As though I was the most desirable woman on the planet.
“Very nice,” Edge praised. “You’ll remain just like that until the game is over, unless instructed otherwise.”
I laughed, my modesty kicking in. “You said one minute.”
Cav smirked. �
�I specifically recall him saying unless otherwise specified.”
I fought the urge to pout.
“Round two,” Edge said gruffly. “Tell me the one thing you’re hoping to experience while in the club.”
Okay, first option wasn’t too bad. I mean, it did leave me in a very vulnerable position, but it had required me to follow directions. This would require me to think.
“Or,” Cav said with a smirk, “you can tease your clit while we watch.”
I was noticing a theme here. One I’d been giving significant thought to this week. While it didn’t seem they had a problem with doing wicked things to me, it was as though they weren’t willing to allow me to do wicked things to them. After all, I had merely been a bystander the other night when Edge ordered Cav to suck his cock. I’d wanted to participate more than I expected but had refrained from making the suggestion.
Figuring they might need a push in the right direction, I opted for the one that would increase the heat in the room.
“That,” I said simply, then moved my hand down between my legs, brushing my fingertips against my swollen clit. I jolted with a soft whimper when I brushed the bundle of nerves, not expecting quite so much sensitivity.
“You are not allowed to come,” Edge added, in a deep, rough command.
“Yes, Professor.”
His eyes heated. “Third and final round.”
I could see the outline of his cock against his slacks, knew he wanted me, but not quite sure why he was holding back.
“You can remove your shirt and allow Cav to suck your nipples while you make yourself come with your fingers.”
Okay, the heat surged in the room and I feared for a moment I would break out in a sweat. The thought of Cav touching me, his mouth on my breasts … it made me tremble.
“Or,” Cav stated, his voice deep, rich, “you can make Edge come with your mouth.”
My eyes shot over to his face, held for a moment. I couldn’t believe he was allowing me to choose that option.
“That,” I blurted.
Edge’s eyes narrowed as they slid over to Cav. Apparently, he hadn’t been expecting that, either.
“I’m not finished,” Cav stated.
I held my breath, praying he wasn’t going to deny me this opportunity.
“You can make Edge come with your mouth while I make you come with my tongue.”
“Definitely that,” I said on a whisper of air.
Cav’s smile turned up the corners of his eyes and another wash of heat slid over me.
I hadn’t moved from my position on the couch, still fully on display, my fingers grazing my clit ever so lightly when Cav walked over and held out his hand to me. I looked to Edge, wanting to ensure he was on board with this plan. He didn’t look too happy about the situation, and I refused to think why that was.
Cav led me over to Edge’s desk, stopping me when I was standing in front of the desk chair.
“Bend over, cupcake,” he whispered, pressing his hand to the middle of my back. “Let me see that sweet little ass of yours.”
I bent at the waist, leaning over the desk. It wasn’t a big desk, and due to my height, it allowed me to remain on my feet while my chin rested right on the far edge.
Cav’s hands slid up the backs of my thighs, making my legs tremble as he lifted my skirt up to my waist.
I breathed a sigh of relief when Edge got to his feet, then came to stand directly in front of me. I kept my eyes locked on his hands as he worked to free his belt, then the button and zipper on his slacks.
I got my first glimpse of his cock in full light and my mouth watered. I’d never had a man’s cock in my mouth, but I wasn’t nervous or afraid. I didn’t even care whether I did a good job or not. Mostly. I simply wanted to taste him, to make him feel some of what he made me feel.
“Open your mouth, sweetness,” Edge instructed, his fingers sliding into my hair, lifting my head so that my chin wasn’t resting on the wooden surface.
When he pressed the swollen head against my lips, I opened my mouth and swiped my tongue over the crest. He hissed out a breath, which I took as a good sign. And then I focused on him, tasting him, teasing him, learning every ridge and vein with my tongue.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his hand tightening in my hair.
I was so focused on Edge, my legs nearly buckled when I felt the warmth of Cav’s mouth between my legs. He used his hands to spread my ass cheeks, then delved his tongue against my pussy.
I moaned with Edge’s cock in my mouth and he jerked my head. I didn’t think he meant to do it on purpose.
“Suck me, sweetness,” he ordered, his voice dark. “I won’t last long. Suck hard.”
Hollowing my cheeks, I tried to focus on sucking him while Cav sent me spiraling with his tongue against my clit. I tried to ignore it, but it wasn’t working.
When Cav sucked my clit between his lips, I took Edge all the way into my throat. He groaned long and low, thrusting forward, pulling back, over and over again. I was no longer sucking him, rather he was using my mouth. It allowed the overwhelming sensations Cav was causing to consume me. The next thing I knew, I was crying out, the sound muffled by Edge’s cock as I came.
Edge stilled, his cock pulsing. A second later, I tasted him on my tongue, his cum filling my mouth. I swallowed him down, not sure what else I was supposed to do. He was breathing as hard as I was when he released me.
The world spun as they stood me back on my feet. The next thing I knew, Edge crushed me against him, his mouth plundering mine. I threw my arms around him, desperate for his kiss.
“Christ, Jamie,” he whispered against my lips. “If I’m not careful, you’re going to be my undoing.”
Little did he know, but that was my plan.
For both of them.
CAV
I KNEW COMING INTO THE CLUB TONIGHT was going to be uneventful.
I wasn’t wrong.
When I arrived three hours ago, I went right for the Dom lounge, talked to Mistress D, who was reclining comfortably with two female submissives at her feet. The woman looked as though she was on cloud nine. From there, more club Masters arrived, chatting it up about nothing really.
Through it all, I never saw Edge once.
Not that I hadn’t expected him to avoid me. He’d been doing it since our encounter with Jamie earlier. As soon as she left, he’d come up with the excuse that he had a meeting to attend. I never saw him in the office again after that. I’d tried texting him, but that had gone unanswered.
I got the feeling he was pissed at the way I’d manipulated the game we had played. I was a smart man and I’d noticed a trend. One that involved Edge keeping me and Jamie at a safe distance. While it seemed he had no issue with me making her come with my mouth, or he and I making each other come that way, he wasn’t allowing her to touch either of us. So, I’d taken it upon myself to ensure he had no choice in the matter.
To be honest, I had expected him to come up with an excuse not fill Jamie’s mouth with his cock the way he had.
I considered it progress.
Mostly.
By the time everyone had dispersed to the dungeon or the theme rooms for some playtime, I decided it was time to confront Edge. I wasn’t going to play this game with him, and I fully intended to tell him as much.
Needless to say, I wasn’t in the right frame of mind when I found him winding his way through the dungeon, looking on at the scenes.
I walked right up to him and greeted him with a clipped, “Hey.”
His eyes narrowed. “Hey.”
Before I could get out another word, he walked right on past.
Of course, thanks to my already building frustration, I couldn’t simply let it go. Rather, I grabbed his arm to stop him.
Edge spun around, glared at me. “I suggest you take your hand off me. Now.”
Okay, clearly, I wasn’t the only one with an issue tonight. “Or what?”
Edge jerked his arm away. “I’m not doing this
with you here.”
“I don’t even know what this is,” I snapped.
Without a rebuttal, Edge turned and walked away. He paused to talk to Mistress Jane. She gave him a quick nod, glanced in my direction, then started around the room in the same pattern Edge had been following.
I watched as Edge ascended the stairs. For a moment, I considered leaving. Going back to my hotel room, going to bed, and hoping tomorrow would look clearer than the night did.
Of course, I didn’t do that. Why avoid confrontation when you could be the instigator of it? That was my motto.
At least for tonight, anyway.
I caught up with Edge on the third floor. He stepped into his office, closed the door.
I didn’t bother to knock or wait for an invitation. I merely opened the door, stepped inside, then closed it behind me.
“What the fuck is your problem?” I bit out as soon as the door clicked shut.
Edge spun around, stomped toward me. Similar to the last time I’d been in this room, he pinned me up against the door with his hand around my neck. Not enough to hurt because that wasn’t Edge’s style. But it was definitely enough to get my attention.
“You don’t know what the problem is, Cav?”
“Not the slightest clue,” I countered.
“How about the incident in my office earlier. That ring a bell?”
I stared into his face, reliving that moment in his office with Jamie earlier. I knew exactly what he was referring to, but for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why it was a problem for him.
“You’re pissed because what? Because Jamie had her mouth on your dick?”
“Yes.”
“I didn’t hear her complainin’.”
“Not the point,” he snarled.
“Then what is the point, Edge? Clue me in here.”
Edge dropped his hand, stepped back. He turned away from me and I could see the tension in every line of his body.
“I didn’t want it to happen like that,” he said, his voice lacking the frustration from before.
“Like what?”
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