“Yes, sub. You have permission to come.” He turned toward me. “You do, as well.”
“Thank you, Mr. Parker,” I whispered, then dropped my gaze back to Addison’s beautiful face.
I’d never done anything like this before. As a rule, Mr. Parker did not share me with others. And although we’d played with another submissive a time or two, we would both top her. So, this was a first.
I was curious to see how it would work.
“Are you ready, pup?”
“Yes, Mr. Parker,” I said loudly in response.
“And you, sub?”
“Yes, Master Parker.”
“Then let’s have some fun, shall we?”
I continued to watch Addison’s face as she glanced around. We had drawn quite the crowd, but they’d gone silent, so the only sound was that of music thumping through the sound system in time with my labored breaths and hers.
When the flogger landed on my back for the first time, it was a gentle thud against my skin. Based on my experience, Mr. Parker would take his time warming up, ensuring he was in the right mindset to maintain his control and achieve his objective. Which, I figured, was ultimately to make us come just like this, face-to-face.
The flogger made several soft landings over my upper back, my ass, then the backs of my thighs before he moved around behind Addison. From my viewpoint, I could watch as he did the same to her, admiring that sweet ass in the mirror.
Addison’s sharp intake of breath had my eyes instantly slamming into her face. I fully expected something like pain to be etched across her features, but that certainly wasn’t the case. Her eyes were glazed and I could tell even the minimal stroke of the flogger was turning her on.
Without a word, Addison’s fingers twined with mine. There was a strange pull somewhere in my chest as she held on to me. The small action seemed to tether us to the moment, bringing us even closer together in every sense.
For the next several minutes, Mr. Parker continued to warm up, the thud of the flogger getting heavier, the bite intensifying. It was doing its job, making my mind fuzzy as I allowed the sensations to take over.
With my eyes locked with Addison’s, it was as though we were in our own little world. When Mr. Parker moved around behind her, I would drift back down, anticipating my turn again but content to watch as Mr. Parker brought her pleasure with every drop of the tails against her skin.
Then Mr. Parker threw another wrench into the works when he produced another flogger.
“This should do the trick,” he said confidently.
And then it happened.
The rhythmic thud increased as he used one flogger on me, the other on Addison. He was meticulous with his rhythmic movements, accurately hitting the exact spot he was aiming for every time. And it worked as it was supposed to. Within minutes, I was flying and I suspected Addison was, too, because she leaned into me, soft moans escaping her each time the flogger made impact.
“Color, sub?” Mr. Parker insisted.
“Green,” Addison mumbled.
“Color, pup?”
“Green, Mr. Parker.” So fucking green.
Several more minutes passed and I fought the urge to drift off, wanting to watch Addison, desperate to see the moment she completely let herself go. It meant more to me than anything, far more than my own orgasm.
“So close,” she moaned, her body jerking.
“Tell me when you come, sub,” Mr. Parker commanded. “I want to hear you.”
Mr. Parker must’ve realized that I was holding back, because he increased the movements until I couldn’t ignore them any longer. Once more, I drifted off, my fingers curled around Addison’s as subspace took me completely. My body was rock hard, my skin tight as pleasure consumed me. It was intensified tenfold because Addison was pressed up against me.
The rhythmic sound of the floggers lured me to that perfect spot once again, but the sweet bite of pain and Addison’s evident pleasure bound me to the present.
“Oh, God! I’m…” Addison cried out, her body pressing hard against mine as she came, triggering my own orgasm. The warmth of my seed spread over my skin and hers, trapped between us.
A smile transformed her face as she went limp.
Since I was restrained and unable to hold her, I kept her fingers grasped in mine.
“So fucking beautiful,” Mr. Parker declared, his eyes meeting mine as he dropped the floggers to the floor and reached for my cuffs. I could see the heat there, the need.
“Just a moment, precious girl,” I whispered as Mr. Parker quickly worked to release me from the chains above.
Once my arms came down, I held Addison’s small body, despite the fact her cuffs were still attached to mine.
“You called me precious,” she murmured.
I had.
“That was rather impressive,” Mr. Parker said as he knelt down and unhooked the cuffs from the eyebolts in the floor. “Why don’t you take her to an aftercare room while I clean up. Then I’ll join you both.”
“I’ll clean up for you, Master Parker,” one of the submissives offered.
“Thank you, Tiffany,” Mr. Parker said, seemingly pleased that he wouldn’t have to leave us alone. I knew he preferred to handle my aftercare personally, and I assumed he felt the same about Addison.
Once the cuffs were removed and Mr. Parker used a towel to clean me, I guided Addison into one of the aftercare rooms.
“Both of you on the bed,” he insisted as he grabbed another towel and moved to the small bathroom.
I helped Addison onto the bed, unable to look away. She was still smiling, her skin glowing.
“Did you enjoy that, little rebel?” Mr. Parker asked when he returned.
“Very much…Mr. Parker.”
And it appeared we were back to some semblance of normal if he was using his preferred pet name and she his honorific. For me personally, the endorphins made it easy to want to forgive her, but something deep within me knew I couldn’t until she apologized. Until then, I would enjoy the time we had together, but I refused to anticipate more.
Mr. Parker motioned for me to join Addison on the bed and I couldn’t find it in me to argue. He used the wet towel to clean me properly, his hands roaming over me as he did.
My cock came to life once again, desperate for anything he would offer.
Glancing over, I noticed Addison was watching every move he made until he disappeared into the bathroom once more. When he returned, I could tell he had plans for me. However, his attention went to Addison first.
“Would you care to watch while my pup takes care of me?”
“If that pleases you, Mr. Parker,” she said, her voice a mere breathless whisper.
He turned to face her more fully. “What would please me would be for you to participate. However, it seems you’re opposed to doing so unless it’s a good time for you.”
My eyes widened as his words registered. He was addressing the issue right here and now.
Mr. Parker met my gaze and I could tell he was assessing me to ensure I was all right. There’d been a time or two when I had needed additional time to come down from the high he provided. Now wasn’t that time, but only because I knew that this moment was going to change everything for us.
“I’m beginning to question your desire to submit,” he continued, addressing her directly. “Do you wish to dominate, Miss Hayes?”
“No, Mr. Parker. Not at all.”
“Care to explain what took place between you and my pup?”
She looked shameful when she spoke, but her eyes moved to my face. “Mr. Snowden, I apologize for my actions. I deeply regret the things I said and the way I reacted. It was inappropriate and unfair to you. I was upset, but that didn’t give me any right to take it out on you.”
Honestly, an apology was all I’d been waiting for. “I accept your apology, precious.”
A tear dripped from Addison’s eye and I reached up and wiped it away. “No crying. It’s over and done. We’ll
discuss this more later.”
She nodded.
I glanced over at Mr. Parker.
“On your knees, pup.” He pointed toward the floor at his feet as he worked his cock free from his leathers.
Without a single thought, I climbed off the bed and eased down onto my knees before him. His eyes darted between my face and the woman lying on the bed behind me.
“It’s not my place to punish you for a transgression against Ben,” he explained. “However, since he is my submissive for the evening, I’m choosing for him. Put your hands on his shoulders while he takes my cock in his mouth.”
I heard the rustle of the sheet and then her small, cool hands were on my shoulders, her fingertips gently digging into the muscles.
“Open your mouth,” Mr. Parker commanded, his eyes back on me.
I did.
He pressed his cock in, gliding the glistening tip over my tongue. The need to pleasure him was great, but I managed to hold myself back.
With his cock pressed against my tongue, he placed his other hand on my head and pulled me closer. “I’m going to fuck your throat.”
And he proceeded to do just that.
Forty-One
ADDISON
AFTER WE LEFT THE CLUB last night, the three of us went home, but much to my dismay, they stopped at my apartment door, said a quick good-night, then waited for me to go inside. Not wanting to argue, I did as they bid but found sleep not quite so forthcoming. I finally drifted off around three and woke up at noon. Apparently, I was tired.
And for most of the afternoon, I spent my time walking around in a daze. I didn’t go anywhere, didn’t do anything other than read books on my Kindle, and sadly enough, I didn’t hear from Mr. Snowden or Mr. Parker. I held out hope, but I was fairly certain Mr. Snowden was still upset with me after what I did, even though he said he forgave me. I couldn’t blame him. To be fair, I’d been an asshole.
My mind drifted to last night’s scene.
The feel of Ben’s hard body against mine, his thick cock pressed against my belly… My hormones rioted from the memory. On top of that, I couldn’t stop thinking about the connection I’d felt to him when Mr. Parker had been flogging us. It was the same connection we’d made that first night the three of us role played and ended up making love in my bed.
No matter what anyone said, we were meant to be together. Unfortunately, rather than address the issue like a rational person, I’d gone off the rails and screwed it all up. As much as I wanted to fix things, I didn’t think it was going to be as easy as I’d hoped.
Grabbing my cell phone, I pulled up Mr. Snowden’s number and stared at the screen. I wanted to text him, to find out what he was doing. I was desperate to spend time with him, to prove I was worthy of his attention. I knew what I’d done had put a rift between us, but I desperately wanted to fix that.
Shoring up my nerve, I tapped out a message: I wanted to thank you for last night, Mr. Snowden.
I hit send before I could take it back. A few minutes later, his response came: It’s not me you should be thanking. Mr. Parker’s the one who included you.
Ouch.
I wasn’t sure he’d meant to be harsh, but that sure felt like a slap to the face.
I sent a reply: Understood.
Hating myself for trying to make amends, I tossed my phone on the cushion and glared at the television, hating even more that it was blurry thanks to the tears filling my eyes.
*
The rest of the weekend passed slowly. I did my best not to think about Mr. Snowden or Mr. Parker and spent most of my time organizing the apartment the way I wanted it. Admittedly, it felt a little more like home and I was feeling significantly better on Sunday night when I went to bed. The one thing I refused to do was be a prisoner to my feelings. If they wanted to write me off, who was I to try and change their minds?
Their loss.
But I was grateful it was Monday morning and we were back in the office. Although I loved my apartment and I was getting used to the peace and quiet, I was ready to be around a few people. I needed to keep my mind occupied, and though I loved reading, being immersed in someone else’s happily ever after while my heart was breaking in two wasn’t helping.
So, I came into work with a smile on my face and a goal in mind. That was all good and fine when the phones were ringing or emails were coming in. I was present and accounted for, but I found during the slow times—which were quite often—I couldn’t get my mind off everything that had transpired in the past month and a half. And the worst part was that every time I thought about it, I either wanted to cry or I started to sweat. Yep. Full-on perspiring thanks to a little too much heat blooming in my core.
It seemed those sexy memories far outweighed the negative ones and I ended up focusing on them.
Despite the fact that I’d been a member of BDSM clubs for years, I’d never experienced anything quite like the interactions I’d had with my two Doms. Certainly not anything as hot as the scene from Friday night. Not firsthand. Witnessed, sure. Been an active participant, no. I figured that had a lot to do with me not having been with a serious Dom before. Mr. Parker and Mr. Snowden had totally blown my mind. And to top it off, I’d had a front row seat to Mr. Snowden giving Mr. Parker what appeared to be a world-class blow job.
Cherry on top of the perfect-night sundae.
I couldn’t lie and say I hadn’t wished they would’ve allowed me to join in. That or that they would’ve turned some of that sexual prowess on me. Unfortunately, the orgasm I’d gotten from the flogger was the only one I’d had. But I wasn’t complaining. It was more than I’d expected, probably even more than I’d deserved.
Right now, I was silently wishing that the minutes would tick by faster, because I was having a difficult time focusing. Being that it was Monday, Mistress Jane had joined us. The Monday meeting had been rather mundane—certainly not anything like what Luci had said the meetings used to be like. Dale had informed us he needed a few hours off and I had offered to answer the phones while he was gone. Luci had enough on her plate now that she was gearing up to get married this weekend. Her mind certainly wasn’t on work, but I couldn’t very well blame her.
If only the afternoon would get here faster so I could have something to do.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t happening, which left me plenty of time to twiddle my thumbs and think. About everything.
Mr. Snowden.
Mr. Parker.
My reaction to the two of them.
My ever-growing needs.
All the things they’d done to me over the course of the past month.
All the things I’d done to them.
God, I missed them.
Along with those delightful mental images, I was also pondering how I could make up for what had happened. Not because I wanted them to want me. I couldn’t change that. If they truly were finished with me, then I would have to accept it. However, I needed to make amends because it felt like the right thing to do. I had learned my lesson and I was grateful for the teaching opportunity.
Oh, who was I kidding? I could tell myself all day long that I didn’t want them to feel about me the way I felt about them, but I was lying.
I wanted everything.
And I had to find a way to make it right.
Before I went out of my freaking mind.
Forty-Two
JUSTIN
BY THE TIME MONDAY AFTERNOON rolled around, I was thankful the day was finally over. I needed a break. As it was, I had spent most of the weekend in my office working on some information for Ben and Greg. After our lunch meeting last week, I was apt to believe that our most recent hire was going to take this company to an entirely new level.
While he hadn’t yet come on board officially, it was only a matter of time. Greg had given notice with his current employer and they had asked him to stay on for a few additional weeks to train his replacement. That was understandable considering his position. No way was I going to nitpick over ti
ming.
And it seemed he was pulling double duty. Greg had already started coming up with ideas and passing them along to Ben. In an effort to help, I had offered to put together a few proposals for some of Ben’s clients based on Greg’s ideas.
If only I could focus for longer than five minutes at a time, I’d be doing well. But my mind continued to drift. This thing between Ben, Addison, and me was wearing me thin. I needed to get things back on track, but I hadn’t figured out how. I thought for sure after the scene at the club, Ben would’ve forgiven Addison, but something was still bothering him.
My conscience told me that Ben’s issue wasn’t necessarily with Addison, but more so with me and the way I had reacted. After all, I had been the one to set this particular road block in motion. I was the one who ran from the feelings they were stirring inside me. I needed to atone, to make things right.
A knock on my door had me looking up from the computer screen I’d been zoned out on. “Come in.”
The door opened and Langston’s head appeared. “Got a minute?”
“Sure.” I pushed my computer back.
Langston took a seat, his eyes never leaving me. It didn’t take a genius to realize that this conversation wasn’t going to be work related. I probably should’ve lied and told him I had shit to do, but I couldn’t.
“I hear things are a little…strained around here.”
Strained was certainly one way to put it. Leaning back in my chair, I took a deep breath. “Things have gotten a little out of hand.”
I figured for sure he was going to give me the I told you so speech, but he surprised me. “Relationships aren’t always easy,” he noted. “Hell, even vanilla people have problems.” He grinned. “Figure in the whole D/s thing and it adds a whole ’nother level.”
That was for damn sure.
Langston continued with an even wider grin. “Put three people in the mix and it’s a wonder we’re not all locked in a padded cell.”
“God, isn’t that the truth,” I huffed.
“I heard Ben and Addison had a falling-out.”
“They did.” I wasn’t usually one to share my personal life with others, but for some reason, I welcomed this conversation.
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