As for the collar, I thought for certain she would balk. Yes, it was a symbol in many respects, but it was also a mind fuck. A way for me to let her know who she belonged to.
Needless to say, I was content with this turn of events. Edge claiming Jamie openly was a big deal. While I would’ve preferred my chance to do the same, this was Edge’s domain. And I didn’t have any issues being the second during the training class. It gave me something to focus on, something to look forward to.
If we could only get past the classroom portion of this training, I’d be set.
Two hours later, after we gave the class in-depth detail regarding the difference between a Dominant, a Sadist, a Primal and the like, the class was dispersing. While Edge went to his office, I led Jamie to the locker room. As promised, I kept the collar on her, told her to keep it on until I removed it.
Edge appeared before Jamie did, his hands tucked into his pockets.
“I’ve got some things to take care of tonight,” Edge said seriously. “However, I’d like to spend a few minutes with her. With you.”
Jamie appeared, the collar still around her neck. It wasn’t exactly unobtrusive and looked all the more intimidating around the delicate column of her neck. Still, I liked seeing it.
“Would you mind joining us in my office?” Edge requested.
“Of course,” she said sweetly.
Edge motioned for her to precede him. I followed them, my gaze sliding over Jamie’s ass seductively swaying beneath that long skirt. While I had loved seeing her in the lingerie, I got the same thrill seeing her fully dressed. Just seeing her, actually.
The door to Edge’s office was open. Once the three of us were inside, I closed it with a soft click.
“Please have a seat,” Edge said, nodding toward his desk, which I noticed had been cleared completely.
Jamie glanced at the wooden surface, then up to him, before she turned and perched on the desk. Since the room was relatively small, there wasn’t anything other than the desk, an executive chair, and two cushioned chairs on the opposite side. The desk was the only flat surface aside from the small sliver of floor.
Edge moved forward, pushing her knees wide with his thighs. “You did well tonight, sweetness.”
“Thank you, Professor.” Her dark eyes were locked with his.
“Since I’m not one to make assumptions, I’m going to ask if you have any issues with the direction things are headed.”
“With the class?” she asked.
“That and with us.”
Jamie peered over at me momentarily, then turned her attention back to Edge. “No, Professor. No issues.”
“Good. As soon as I can, I’m going to have a chat with your brother. Let him know you’re in the class, and my full intentions regarding you.” He shot a quick look my way. “And with Cav. It’s only fair he knows.”
“May I ask what those intentions are?”
Good question. I wanted to know as well. For whatever reason, I felt as though I was on the outside looking in when it came to Edge. I had yet to figure out how to get on the same page with him.
Edge tilted her chin back, leaned down until his lips were hovering mere centimeters from hers. “I want you, Jamie. And while this is still in its early stages, I’m not second-guessing it. I’m not trying to explain it away or fit it into some neat little box.”
While I suspected he was saying that because he wanted it to be true, I wasn’t sure he actually believed it. Still, I held my breath and I suspected Jamie did as well.
“I want you, Jamie. As a woman, a partner, and a submissive. The three aren’t mutually exclusive. While you’re here in the club, you’re our submissive. That’s a hard line I’m not willing to budge on.”
“I’d like that as well,” she said softly.
“I’d like that outside of the club, as well, but I can’t expect it. I realize that. And I won’t ask that of you. It’s a choice you’ll have to make.”
He leaned in, kissed her softly while I watched. I did enjoy watching the two of them together. Of course, my thoughts were constantly drifting, fantasies of the two of them together getting more erotic in nature. I wanted to see Edge buried deep inside her while Jamie’s entire body went stone still as her orgasm consumed her.
Knowing I’d have an opportunity with them made it easier to accept. I appreciated Edge for laying it on the line. It took some of the guesswork out of it.
When Edge broke the kiss, he took a step back. “I know it’s been a chaotic few days. I’d like you to go home, get some sleep. I want you to text me when you get there. That way I know you’re safe.”
“Yes, Professor.”
He gave her a quick kiss before stepping out of the way and turning toward me. “After you walk her to her car, will you come see me?”
“Sure,” I told him.
I watched as Jamie hopped down from the desk, adjusted her skirt. She offered Edge a quick smile, then stepped toward me. I took her hand in mine, then led the way out of the office and down the stairs to the main floor.
When I went to remove the collar before we stepped outside, Jamie stopped me with a gentle hand.
“Can I please wear it for a little while?”
I nodded, then placed my hand at the small of her back and led her out into the parking garage. It was close to capacity. Although the club remained open until midnight Tuesday through Thursday, it generally cleared out before then. That wasn’t the case on Friday and Saturday, when the garage was packed to the gills until the two a.m. closing.
Before Jamie could open her car door, I turned her to face me, then backed her against it. Being as gentle as I could, I slid my hand beneath her hair, curled around her neck, and pulled her mouth to mine. I didn’t ask permission, and based on the way she kissed me back, I didn’t need to.
It wasn’t gentle and it wasn’t sweet. This was a claiming. I took her mouth with mine, let her feel the heat coursing through me as I pressed intimately against her.
“I need you,” I whispered. “More than you know.”
“I need you, too,” she mumbled, leaning in when I would’ve pulled back.
The kiss continued, our tongues dancing, teeth nipping, my lungs working overtime to accommodate the need to consume her.
Still holding the back of her neck, I let my free hand slide down to her thigh. I inched it beneath her skirt, dipping my finger into the elastic band of her panties.
“I want to make you come,” I told her. “Right here.”
She panted roughly, nodding as her eyes darkened with the very same need crashing through me.
“Look at me,” I ordered when her eyes drifted closed. “I want you to look at me when I make you come.”
I pushed one finger inside her, the slick juices of her pussy allowing me easy entry.
“Cav…”
My dick throbbed, ached with the need to be inside her.
The fingers of my other hand slid into her hair and I fisted it roughly, tilting her head back, ensuring she continued to look at me.
She whimpered when I pushed two fingers inside her. It was then I realized there was no barrier to contend with. While she hadn’t been penetrated by a man, I suspected she’d had some interactions with her toys. Still, her pussy was like a vice, so hot, so fucking tight as it clamped down on my fingers. I longed to slide my cock into the warmth of her body, to hear her cry out my name when she came.
“Fuck, Jamie…” I groaned, caught up in her. “Your pussy’s so hot.”
My hand moved faster, my fingers curving inside her, working to find her G-spot. I needed to feel her pussy clamp down on my hand, to watch her eyes turn black with desire as she came.
“Oh, God … Cav…” Jamie’s body went lax as she leaned against the car.
I pressed closer to her, ensuring she felt the weight of me as my hand tightened in her hair. As I fingered her hot, wet pussy, she consumed me in every way. I knew this would never be enough.
But it would
have to be.
For tonight.
“Come for me, cupcake,” I growled softly. “Come on my hand.”
A broken cry fell from her lips as her pussy clutched my fingers.
“That’s it, baby. Come all over my fingers.”
She did and it was such a beautiful sight.
I held her there, allowed her to ease down from the sensual high. Reluctantly, I pulled my fingers from her body but kept my hand fisted in her hair as I moved in to bite her bottom lip.
“No holds barred,” I whispered, licked the spot I bit before pulling back and staring into her eyes. “It’s now my mission in life to own you, cupcake. Mind, body… and soul.”
SIXTEEN
EDGE
THERE WAS NO SOUND COMING FROM MY computer, but I didn’t need to hear to know exactly what was taking place in the parking garage. There on the screen, I watched with voyeuristic fascination as Cav pinned Jamie against her car. The view was obstructed by a sea of vehicles, but I suspected he had his fingers buried deep in her pussy, driving her to ecstasy.
Could be you. If, you know, you’d get your head out of your ass.
Yeah. Whatever.
Jamie’s head fell back, and I swear I could hear the satisfied sigh drifting on the air.
That was when I realized I was breathing faster, my cock hard from simply watching the two of them.
Not caring that I was invading their privacy, I left the monitor on even as Cav assisted Jamie into her car, then stepped back as she drove away. When her car had disappeared from view and Cav’s long legs began eating up the distance between us, I flipped from one camera to another, watching as he made his way through the club and back to me.
A minute passed, then another before a light knock sounded on my office door.
“Come in.”
The door eased open as I leaned back in my chair, turning slightly to face him. Cav stepped inside, gently closed the door. While I expected to see a smug expression, it was absent. The only thing giving away what had just happened was the tension knotting Cav’s shoulders. I figured it had everything to do with the fact that he’d gotten her off and was not dealing with the unquenched thirst, the residual lust.
“She get off okay?” I asked, purposely using the double entendre.
Cav’s cautious gaze slid to the computer monitor. “She did. Enjoy the show?”
“Absolutely,” I admitted, pushing to my feet. “Did you enjoy getting her off?”
“Fuck, she’s sweet,” he said, the lines in his face reflecting the building agitation.
I perched on the edge of my desk. “Show me how hard she made you.”
“Here?”
“Yes, here. Now.”
His expression reflected his uncertainty, silence settling between us before his deft fingers began unbuttoning his jeans, freeing his cock.
“Stroke yourself,” I ordered, unable to look away from the rock-hard cock in his fist.
His breaths came more rapidly, his desire building as I admired his restraint.
Wary eyes followed my every movement as I stood tall, stalked the few steps toward him. I urged him back with my body.
“Don’t stop.” I dropped my attention to the hard length of him between us. “Keep stroking.”
“Or what?” he taunted.
The tight leash on my control threatened to snap. As a distraction, I crushed him against the door, slammed my mouth down on his, and took everything he was willing to give me.
“Tell me,” I urged.
“Her pussy’s so fucking hot,” he panted, the muscle in his arm flexing as he continued to drive himself toward release. “So fucking wet.”
My dick jerked, my muscles locking in anticipation of the heat his words would cause.
As I feasted on his mouth, I gripped his other wrist, lifted his hand. I broke the kiss just long enough to bring his fingers to my nose. I inhaled the sweet scent of Jamie’s pussy before sucking those digits into my mouth. I had yet to taste her, to feel her pussy on my tongue. Despite my urges, I couldn’t bring myself to take her yet.
“I need to come,” Cav groaned as his head fell back against the door. “Make me come, Edge.”
It wasn’t a request. That dominant side of me tried to overpower my desires, to reject his request, to make him beg. It was a futile battle because I could have this, have him. Perhaps Jamie was too damn sweet for the likes of me, but Cav knew what the score was.
“Use your hand,” Cav said around a guttural growl, his tone harder than before, more of a demand. “Jack me off.”
I remained where I was, my chest pressed to his, but I took over, shoving his hand away. The smooth, hot length of him glided against my palm at the same time white-hot need slammed into me.
Rather than take what I needed, though, I gave Cav what he’d demanded. I jerked his cock while I feasted on his mouth. When he reached for me, I knocked his arm down, pulled my mouth from his. I pressed my forearm across his throat, stared into his eyes while I continued to tug roughly, driving him higher.
His eyes were wild, as though he was hanging by a thread. I knew the feeling because he made me feel that way. They both did.
“Harder,” Cav pleaded.
It was a power play, one we’d both anticipated. He knew as well as I did that I would not back down completely. Perhaps he’d eventually get his wish and he’d slip past the armor, bury himself deep inside my ass. I couldn’t rule it out because there was no denying I was curious about what it would be like to have Cav fuck me the same way I’d fucked him. But it wouldn’t be happening now.
No, there might be the illusion of him holding the reins, but we both knew I was in control here.
“Tell me what it was like,” I ordered. “To have your fingers buried in her pussy.”
A deep rumble came from his chest. “I wanted to bury myself inside her, feel that sweet pussy choke my cock.” He groaned long and low. “To drive into her, hear her beg me to let her come.”
Fuck. My cock strained against my zipper, anxious to get free.
“But you didn’t.”
Cav shook his head, his mouth falling open as he moaned. “I didn’t. But I will. Fuck … Edge … Make me come.”
I fisted his cock firmly, jerked roughly, and watched as he slipped right over that precarious edge he’d been perched upon. He didn’t cry out, but he did open his eyes, meeting mine as he came in my hand. I saw the fierceness within, the beast that paced back and forth.
“I told her I would own her,” he said softly when his breathing returned to normal. “And I will.”
Not wanting him to see the uncertainty I knew I couldn’t hide, I released him, grabbed some tissues from the holder on my desk. I perched on the edge once more, cleaning his cum from my hand.
“Why’re you holding back?” he asked as he tucked himself back in his jeans.
I gave the tissues far too much attention. “I’m not.”
“You are.”
With a sigh, I discarded the tissues, stood again. I was restless, no way to deny that.
Cav took a step toward me. I didn’t run, but there was a fleeting need to. This was more than I’d signed on for and it seemed to be building more and more each day.
“You don’t have to,” Cav whispered, his face nearing mine.
I leaned in, bit his lower lip.
“Before it’s over, I’ll own you both,” I promised because I needed to hear it as much as he did.
Cav stared back at me. “You’re already halfway there.”
I let my eyes dance over his handsome face, trying to read between the lines.
“You don’t have to work me over, Edge,” he whispered. “You already have me. All that you’re willing to take.”
My chest tightened. My heart, maybe? It was a feeling I wasn’t familiar with, one I wasn’t quite comfortable with. But I was working toward it. Or trying to, anyway.
“And once we get Jamie between us,” he continued, “you’ll see that we own
you, too.”
Something softened inside me. I palmed the back of his head, leaned in, and kissed him. It wasn’t rough, it wasn’t laced with frustration. No, this was an acceptance. We had our work cut out for us where Jamie was concerned. I’d known that all along.
However, I hadn’t stopped to think about what this was between Cav and me, how quickly it was escalating.
A natural progression.
From friends to lovers to…
To everything.
Jamie
Sunday, November 11, 2018
WHEN I WOKE UP ON SUNDAY MORNING, a restless energy came with the new day. In an effort to alleviate it, I decided to go for a run, needing something to calm my mind. Back before life got so hectic, I would go for a run every morning, the endorphins paving the way to less stress in any given day.
Today the run had helped, but not nearly as much as I’d hoped.
However, the call from Tiffany inviting me for coffee had given me something to look forward to.
When I stepped into Starbucks, my gaze swung around the room, landing on my friend sitting at a two-seater at the front.
“Caramel macchiato, upside down with an extra shot,” she said, nodding toward the cup waiting for me.
I smiled. “Have I mentioned how much I love you?”
“Not lately.” She sipped from her cup. “But you can make up for it by telling me what’s going on.”
I frowned, not sure I was on the same page. “What do you mean?”
“I was high the other night, or I would’ve given you the third degree,” she said simply. “What’s going on with you and these two men?”
I watched my friend, trying to determine if she was genuinely frustrated or merely trying to get me to spill my guts. I couldn’t read her, which said a lot about my state of mind.
I sighed, savoring the first sip of sweet foam and caramel. “It’s complicated.”
“I’d say,” she huffed, leaning in. “Two men?”
Unable to look her in the eye, I focused on my cup, picking at the paper ring around it. “Do you think it’s possible to love two people at the same time?”
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