As I walked to my pup’s door, I realized I wasn’t the least bit tired.
I probably should’ve been since I’d been up since six. I’d had a long day, plus a rather eventful evening, and it was already close to two in the morning, but going to sleep wasn’t in my plan. I had something else on my agenda before I intended to call it a night.
That something else was my submissive.
The door was unlocked, so I let myself in, closing and locking it behind me. When I turned, I found Ben sitting on the plush, cream sofa waiting for me, his golden eyes trailing me as I moved into the room.
“You’re still dressed,” I said as I headed toward the highboy that held a decanter of scotch and two glasses.
“I am.”
I smiled to myself as I took the crystal decanter and removed the lid. “The girl’s out. Head hit the pillow and she was practically snoring.”
I poured two fingers of scotch into each of the glasses, then carried one over to him.
“I assume you have a plan for her tomorrow?” Ben asked as he took the glass from me.
I turned away from him. “I’d rather discuss that in the morning. For the rest of the evening—or morning, as it may be—you are the only thing I intend to focus on.”
I took a seat in the matching cream armchair. As I sipped my drink, I watched him, noticing the heated glimmer in his golden eyes.
“It’s a shame we didn’t get to play at Dichotomy tonight.” That had been my original intention when we’d arrived, but other things had kept me preoccupied. And of course, Addison’s little hiccup had derailed the rest of the evening.
“It is.”
“I’ll have to remember the next time we’re there that I owe you double for doing so well tonight.” I watched him beneath hooded eyes. “It’s also a shame that my playroom’s inaccessible at the moment.”
Yep, just as I thought, more heat ignited a flame in his eyes. My pup did like to play and I damn sure liked to play with him.
Leaning back, I rested my forearm on the armrest. “Remove your shirt for me. I want to see more of you.”
Ben leaned forward, then, with an effortless reach of his hand behind his head, quickly shed the T-shirt, revealing the solid slab of muscle that was his delectable chest. The hard lines of his abdomen flexed as he moved, and my mouth watered at the sight. One thing was for sure, just looking at the man made my dick hard.
The guy had always been in phenomenal shape and he worked to keep himself that way. Not that I asked that of him. That was simply the way Ben was.
“I remember the first night I saw you at the club.” I didn’t move from where I was sitting, simply let my eyes wander over the dark richness of his skin, the smooth planes and angles of his upper body. “You were out of your element.”
“That I was.”
It had been just shy of eleven years ago, but sometimes it felt like only yesterday.
“You and Simone had just split up and you’d decided to explore your dark side.”
Ben didn’t say a word, but I could tell he was wondering where I was going with this.
“Only you weren’t participating with any of the willing submissives who were trying to catch your eye.”
“I was contemplating it,” he said with a grin.
“Quite a lot of contemplating took place.” I grinned. “It took, what? A year before you decided to give in to me?”
“Something like that.” He didn’t appear upset by that notion.
I took a sip of my drink. “I remember the first thing I thought when I saw you.”
He casually lifted one dark brow. “And that was?”
“How I wanted to see those sexy lips wrapped around my dick. I waited a whole fucking year before I got the pleasure of watching my cock tunnel in and out of that mouth.” I crooked a finger, motioning him toward me.
Ben got to his feet, then moved across the room with the grace of a panther. He came to a stop directly in front of me and I could see the hard ridge of his erection behind the zipper of his jeans.
“You want me.” It wasn’t a question.
“You know I do, Mr. Parker,” he confirmed.
“Then get on your knees,” I commanded, the firm tone of my voice making his nostrils flare. My pup did love when I dominated him.
After setting his drink on the table beside me, he lowered himself to the floor at my feet.
Funny, I didn’t care much for seeing Ben on his knees, but I knew the same wouldn’t be said for Addison. I would love to see her kneeling before me, her head resting on my knee. Or better yet, I’d love to see her kneeling before Ben, his big hand stroking her head as she settled in at his feet.
“Look at me, pup,” I ordered when his gaze dropped to the floor. “And give me your hand.”
Ben’s glowing eyes lifted to my face as he extended his arm. I placed his hand on the hard ridge of my cock, wanting him to touch me even if it was through my jeans.
I held it there for a moment, grinding his palm down, enjoying the sensation while I swallowed the rest of my scotch. He waited patiently, as he always did.
“Before we get too far along, I need to know something.” I shifted my hips forward, then back, letting the friction of his palm do the work.
“Anything, Mr. Parker.”
I fucking loved when he called me that. Although he never referred to me by my first name, in these moments, it meant even more. It was an honorific he had chosen years ago and it worked for us. No one seemed to question it, even though at the office we were equals. That didn’t seem to matter to Ben, though. We lived the D/s lifestyle twenty-four seven, so I was used to it. But in private, especially when we were playing, it had a distinctive ring to it, something that spoke of his complete submission.
It did things to me that I couldn’t even explain. I wanted to own him, heart, body, and soul. I wanted to force his submission, to make him worship me. The man blew my mind, had since the first time I laid eyes on him and pretty much every single minute since.
Sometimes it was hard to believe that he was mine.
Which led me to my question. “Do you want Addison?”
“I do, Mr. Parker.” His voice was rough with need, his hand still grinding against my denim-covered dick.
“Do you want her to submit to you?”
He nodded. “Yes. Absolutely.”
As much as I wanted to be the one to dominate the two of them, for whatever reason, that turned me on, too. Perhaps that proved how warped I was, but I couldn’t deny that knowing I had the option of watching my submissive take another submissive… It made my dick even harder, which I assumed he could tell beneath his hand.
That didn’t mean I didn’t want Addison to submit to me, because I did. I was dominant in every sense of the word and control was my middle name. However, my lust skyrocketed when I thought about watching my pup command Addison, to observe their interactions while she gave him her ultimate trust.
But if things did go that direction, I knew we were potentially venturing down a very slippery slope. I needed some clarification before I could make the decision as to whether or not we would move forward.
“Do you want her to submit to me?”
“If it pleases you, Mr. Parker.” I could see in his eyes that he was sincere.
“What would please you?” Above all else, I wanted to ensure I gave Ben everything he needed. It had taken years for me to acknowledge, but he had become the most important thing in my life. And although I demanded his submission, for me, it was about meeting his needs, taking care of him.
“You please me, Mr. Parker,” Ben said gruffly. “Everything you do pleases me.”
“Lean forward,” I commanded roughly.
When he was close enough, I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him closer, fusing our lips together. In a desperate act of dominance, I thrust my tongue past his lips and kissed him hard, groaning into his mouth, making sure he heard exactly what he did to me.
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sp; “I need you, pup,” I growled as I thrust my hips forward, increasing the pressure of his hand on my cock. “In every way. I fucking need you.”
I crushed my lips to his again, tightening my grip on his head as I held him still, kissing him with every ounce of desire that fueled me.
When I pulled back, we were both breathing hard. I could see the lust burning brightly in his gaze and I knew he needed my dominance as much as I needed to give it.
Fortunately for Ben, I was willing and able.
In fact, I was unable to hold back.
And I had no desire to, either.
*
BEN
FUCK.
When Mr. Parker turned on the heat, the guy made it difficult to breathe.
Somehow I managed, even as his tongue brutally thrust against mine, his hand tightly gripping the back of my head and his cock damn near waging war with his zipper beneath my palm.
With every breath, my body burned hotter, my desire for this man morphing into something tangible, a physical presence between us that seemed stronger than we were.
But it wasn’t merely his dominance that did it. Sure, I could feel his power, the desperate need to control, but I could also feel his vulnerability. It was potent, all-consuming. I knew he was focused solely on me and I craved these moments.
“Stand up, pup,” he ordered, leaning back in the chair and regarding me. His chest heaved as he fought for breath the same way that I did.
I forced myself to my feet but didn’t move from where I stood before him.
“I want to see you naked,” Mr. Parker stated, a definite command. “Right now.”
While his warm blue eyes regarded me, I toed off my shoes and unbuttoned my jeans, never looking away. My skin heated as his gaze slowly perused every inch I revealed.
Within minutes, I had shed the remainder of my clothing and stood before him naked.
“Stroke your cock,” he insisted.
Wrapping my hand around my aching dick, I fisted it slowly, inching up, then down.
“I love watching that,” he said absently. “Love that you do whatever I tell you.”
This was a side of myself I had known existed even before I’d married Simone and lived a completely vanilla life. In my defense, I’d been twenty-six and utterly inexperienced in this world I was now ensnared in, not even remotely understanding my desires. I had never truly thought I would find someone who could meet all my needs; therefore, I had settled, even though that hadn’t been fair to either of us.
At one point, I’d thought perhaps Simone could learn to be what I needed, only I’d never really thought about the logistics. For whatever reason, the idea of a female dominating me did absolutely nothing for me. I’d known that from the beginning. We endured three and a half years before we’d both decided it wouldn’t work.
Yet until I met Mr. Parker, I didn’t truly understand what my options were. He was the only man I’d ever been with. The only man I would ever be with.
Like him, I remembered the night I met him like it was yesterday. It was my first time in a BDSM club and I’d ventured there to sate my own curiosity. I had presented myself as a Dom, knowing to some extent that I was one. However, as soon as we’d been introduced, I’d felt an overwhelming need to submit. It took a solid year before I’d entrusted him with my care.
I hadn’t looked back since.
“When I’m finished enjoying the show, I want you to go into the bedroom, pull the blankets off the bed, and lie on it. On your back. I want you to stroke that beautiful cock until I join you. But don’t you dare come.”
“Anything you want, Mr. Parker,” I told him, sincere in my statement.
“Tonight, you’re mine to play with. Any way that I see fit. And your orgasm belongs to me.”
“Of course, Mr. Parker.” I had no limits where he was concerned.
None whatsoever.
Back in the beginning, I’d had some. Quite a few, actually. But as the years passed, I had modified my list until there was nothing left. I wanted him to know that I gave myself to him, that I entrusted him with all that I was, all that I ever would be. I needed that from him and he knew that.
His eyes remained locked on my hand fisting my cock. He seemed quite content to remain like that. Personally, it wasn’t a hardship. Simply having his full attention was enough to make my dick rigid and eager, my ass clench with the need to be filled by him.
“All right.” He huffed out a breath. “Now go do as I instructed.”
“Yes, Mr. Parker.”
While I went into the bedroom, I heard him moving around in the living room. I was sure he was fixing himself another drink, probably wanting to take some of the edge off. Believe it or not, Mr. Parker had a fear of being too rough with me. It didn’t matter that I was only a couple of inches shorter than him, and maybe ten pounds lighter. If we were to spar, I would likely win with strength alone. Yet he still worried that he would hurt me.
That wasn’t something I worried about. I enjoyed the man when he lost control, when he proved with his lack of restraint how he needed me as much as I needed him.
Regardless, I didn’t give his absence a second thought. He had asked something of me and that was my only focus. I wanted to please him, to give him exactly what he wanted because that was what I lived for. Justin Parker owned me, heart, body, and soul. I’d long ago accepted that I would do anything he asked of me.
As for my need to dominate…
That inner desire didn’t come into play when it came to Mr. Parker. Where he was concerned, I wanted him to dominate me. And in turn, I wanted to find a willing submissive who could somehow complete this open-ended circle. A woman we could both top, but one who understood where I stood in the grand scheme of things.
I’d learned over the years that some women couldn’t wrap their head around my need to have Mr. Parker command me to my knees or to fuck me into oblivion or to paddle my ass until I came. They didn’t grasp how I could be turned on by role playing with a man who had a deviously kinky imagination. But I lived for it. And eventually, I knew we would find a woman who fit.
Perhaps that woman was Addison.
Perhaps not.
But right here, right now, that no longer mattered. The only thing I was compelled to do was to give Mr. Parker what he needed. And in turn, he would meet my needs, as well. It was as simple and as complicated as that.
I didn’t know how much time passed from when I came into my bedroom and did as Mr. Parker instructed to when he finally appeared in the doorway. Nor did I care. It wasn’t my place to demand his presence. I saved my own need to dominate for when he allowed it. Oddly enough, that also worked for me. It had taken us some time to figure out how to make this alternative relationship work considering there were times I needed more than to submit to him. That was likely the main reason we’d enjoyed our time with Luci. She had been exactly what we were looking for. At the time.
My thoughts drifted to Addison asleep in Mr. Parker’s apartment. I couldn’t deny that I wanted her in every way a man could want a woman. And to some degree, I wanted her far more than I’d ever wanted any woman who’d come before her. I wanted to hold her in my arms while she slept, to keep her safe so she could dream without worry. I wanted to possess her, to control her pleasure, to demand her submission. And I certainly wanted to see her on her knees before me, my cock tunneling in and out of those luscious lips while she looked up at me with adoration and a deep desire to submit. Even the thought made my cock throb.
“What are you thinking about, pup?” Mr. Parker asked when he moved to the edge of the bed.
He was still fully dressed, but he was working the button on his jeans, so I knew it wouldn’t be long before he was as naked as I was.
“Addison,” I said honestly.
“Tell me, pup. Tell me what dirty thoughts you’re having of that girl.”
I watched while he slowly undressed, as he revealed the ripped body he normally hid beneath fine Italian
suits. “I was thinking about her mouth wrapped around my cock. Using those pretty lips of hers for my own pleasure.”
“Mmm. That would be a nice thing to watch.” As he spoke, his gaze slipped down to my cock, which was standing at attention. “It does make me hard to think of you dominating that girl. You think she could take that monster cock in her throat?”
“I would teach her,” I informed him, my dominant nature humming beneath the surface of my skin. “If she was willing, of course.”
“I think she could be,” he admitted. “It might take time, but I definitely think she needs someone to dominate her, someone who’ll put her first, take care of her.”
Which we would both do given the opportunity.
“What about her ass? Do you fantasize about pounding that tight little hole with your cock?”
Fuck. The thought of taking her ass…it made my cock weep with excitement.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Spread your legs.”
I did.
Mr. Parker crawled onto the bed, his knees settling between my splayed thighs. His cock bobbed proudly as he shifted into position.
“This is mine now.” He lifted his eyes to my face as he urged my hand away from my dick. His fist wrapped around the base of my cock and he squeezed, applying just enough pressure to make me groan.
“Would you want me there? When you dominate her?”
I could hear the uncertainty in his tone, but I felt the need to be completely honest with him. “I would. Some of the time,” I admitted. “Other times, I would want to show her that I’m her master.”
He nodded, a cunning smile tilting the corners of his mouth.
Mr. Parker’s hand stroked my cock, slowly, firmly. He knew exactly what I liked.
“For those times when you want her all to yourself,” he said, his thumb brushing over my cockhead, swiping through the pre-cum pooling there, “I’d demand you tell me everything that happened.”
I nodded.
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