As for Addison…
The thought of her wearing our collar…
I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. A month ago, I would’ve said it was ludicrous. Now…I just didn’t know.
Justin: Well, I’m here at the apartment whenever you’re ready. Just tell me what you need.
Ben: Right now, I need you to be willing. As eager as I am, it wouldn’t be the same without you.
Sometimes I simply needed to hear things like that. Being the dominant in the relationship, I worked hard to show Ben how much he meant to me, how much I craved him, how much I needed him. As a submissive, he showed his ultimate loyalty to me through submission. However, Ben wasn’t the type to open up in words. Neither was I, though.
And that worked for us. Or it had.
Justin: I’m willing.
Ben: Here’s what I was thinking…
I continued to read the information that popped up on the screen, my dick getting harder with every word. It appeared he had it all planned out and the best part was that I was going to play a vital role. Although I was willing to sit this one out if he needed me to, I could admit that I would rather participate.
Justin: Looking forward to it.
Ben: I need you to remember one thing though.
Justin: What’s that?
Ben: Ultimately, I’m the one in charge tonight. No matter how I have it set up. Are you okay with that?
I couldn’t help but think there was a hidden message there. However, I wasn’t going to argue with him, so I responded with a simple yes.
I set my phone on the cushion beside me and downed the rest of my scotch. This was going to be a first for us. Anytime Ben and I had taken a submissive, it had been together, with me ultimately in control. Tonight was going to be a turning point for all of us.
That had a million questions bouncing around in my head.
Most importantly, when all was said and done, what role was I going to really play in all of this?
*
Ben
I DECIDED NOT TO BE completely forthcoming with Addison or Mr. Parker when it came to what I had planned for the evening. Mr. Parker knew the gist of it, even if he wasn’t aware of the ultimate twist. He would find out soon enough.
I heard the bathroom door open and turned to see Addison emerging from her bedroom, the corset in hand. She had put on the thong and part of me wanted to see her wearing only that. However, in order to set up the scene, I needed the corset, too.
Addison held out the blue and gold contraption.
“Turn around,” I instructed.
Once she did, I wrapped my arms around her and settled the corset in place.
“Hold it there.”
She did and I worked the laces at the back, securing it tightly. She sucked in a breath.
“Too tight?”
“No, Mr. Snowden.”
Once it was in place, I settled her hair down her back and turned her to face me.
“Are you still wearing the plug?”
“Yes, Mr. Snowden.” Her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink.
“Good. Tonight, we’re going to role play,” I informed her. “And as you know, Mr. Parker is very serious about his scenes. He insists that we get into character. So, once you walk out that door, I expect you to play your part.”
Her eyes glittered with what I assumed was excitement.
“What is your safe word?” I asked.
“Red.”
“If, at any time, you need to use it, speak up. We will stop. And if you need a minute, call out yellow.”
“Yes, Mr. Snowden.”
“Keep in mind, this is completely fictional. It does not in any way reflect our opinions.”
She frowned and I was tempted to smooth out the wrinkle in her forehead.
“Is there something I should be concerned about?” she asked.
“No.” I smiled, then tilted her chin up. “But tonight, you’ll be playing a hired escort.”
Her eyes widened, but rather than anger, I noticed unbridled lust sparkling in her eyes.
“I can do that.” She peered down at herself. “Is that why I’m dressed accordingly?”
“Yes.”
She smiled. “Would you mind if I added a couple of things?”
That was my girl. “Not at all.”
With a slight bounce, she headed back to her bedroom.
A good ten minutes passed before she returned, and when my eyes landed on her, my dick damn near broke through my zipper.
There before me was the sexiest escort I’d ever seen. She had added additional eye makeup as well as bright red lipstick. To complete the ensemble, Addison had donned a pair of thigh-high stockings and bright red heels.
“That look’s going to get you fucked tonight,” I warned her.
Her smile split her face. “I look forward to it, Mr. Snowden.”
“Like I said, when we walk out the door, you’re to be in character.”
“Will Mr. Parker be joining us?”
“He will.”
That seemed to please her.
I grabbed my phone and tapped out one final text letting Mr. Parker know we were ready.
“And just out of curiosity, who will you be?” she asked.
“I’m the man who hired you for the evening.”
“Ah. I like it.”
I held out my arm and she slid hers into it as I led her to the front door. I brought along the updated limit list so I could have Mr. Parker look over it before we began. And I had also grabbed the larger butt plugs, just in case.
“Are you sure you’re ready?”
“More ready than I’ve ever been,” she said, her voice trembling with anticipation. “If playing a sexy maid or a naughty nurse…even a cheating girlfriend…” She grinned wider. “If those were fun, I can only imagine how hot this will be.”
Damn, but I loved this woman.
Taking a deep breath, I pulled open the door and led her out into the hall.
I took my time closing the door behind us, then started to walk toward my apartment. We only made it a few feet before someone cleared their throat behind us.
“Excuse me,” the deep voice sounded.
Addison and I both turned to see Mr. Parker standing there. He was wearing the same suit he’d worn to the office today, but he’d loosened his tie.
His eyes trailed over Addison slowly. When his eyes lifted, I could see the heat mixed with whatever emotion he was portraying as his character.
“You do realize this is a public place, right?”
“Of course,” I answered, as though it was obvious.
His eyes once again slid over Addison. “And where were the two of you going dressed like that?”
I glanced down at Addison, then pulled her close to my side. “We were going on a date.”
“A date?” He sounded skeptical. Mr. Parker moved closer, thrusting one hand into his pocket. “You were taking a whore out on a date?”
“Hey,” Addison said defensively. “I’m not a whore.”
“Oh, I apologize. What’s the word you’d prefer me to use?”
“Escort,” she stated firmly.
“Ah. A date with an escort dressed like a whore?” His gaze lifted to mine.
“It’s not—”
“I need to see some ID,” Mr. Parker snapped, interrupting my excuse.
When I reached for my wallet, he grabbed my arm and roughly shoved me up against the wall. I’d been anticipating it, which was the only reason I didn’t slam my face against the Sheetrock.
“Put your hands on the wall,” he barked, then turned and grabbed Addison, shoving her next to me. “You, too.”
“I’m confused,” she stated. “What did we do wrong?”
“Well, for one, you’re rather underdressed.”
While we stood facing the wall, palms flat, he pulled my wallet out of my back pocket and rummaged through it. I could hear Addison’s choppy breaths and knew she was enjoying this.
> Once he seemed satisfied, Mr. Parker ran his hands over me from my neck to my ankles, feeling me up as he went. He kept the movement relatively clinical, but that didn’t stop my dick from hardening.
The next thing I knew, my hands were being cuffed behind my back.
“What the fuck?” I challenged. “Are you arresting me?”
He spun me around and pushed my back against the wall.
“Shut up and don’t move,” he told me, then glanced at Addison. “And what about you, doll? Where’s your ID?”
“I…uh…” She glanced over her shoulder at him. “It’s in my purse.”
“And where’s your purse?”
“I left it at home.” Her tone reflected her silent duh.
“Don’t look at me,” Mr. Parker ordered, then forced her head away from him and held her hands against the wall. He was getting more forceful as the minutes ticked by.
When he proceeded to frisk her right there in the hallway, I thought Addison would come. He took his time, touching her intimately. A moan escaped her, but then she immediately caught herself.
“Hey! You have no right to touch me!” She tried to shake him off, but Mr. Parker only got more aggressive, grabbing her arms and pulling them behind her back. He produced another set of handcuffs and quickly secured her.
“What are you doing, you asshole?” she hissed. “You have no right to arrest me.”
“You know it’s illegal to solicit sex, don’t you, little girl?”
“I wasn’t soliciting anything,” she countered. “I was going on a date.”
“Right. We can talk about this down at the station.”
When he reached for her arm, Addison jerked away from him. “Don’t touch me.”
She spun around and started to walk, but he grabbed her arm again and led her to his apartment door. “This way, sweetheart.”
“Right.” She grinned.
Once inside, Mr. Parker locked the door, then nudged us toward the playroom. I noticed the door was open and the lights were on. He was certainly prepared.
And now that the easy part was out of the way, I was ready to see how this all played out.
Forty-Five
ADDISON
WHEN MR. SNOWDEN TOLD ME I was going to play an escort, I hadn’t known what to expect. Part of me thought they would set up a scene where I would be seduced by two men.
Being arrested hadn’t even crossed my mind, but it certainly made sense.
And Mr. Parker was playing his role rather well. The agitated cop was a nice touch.
“This way,” he ordered, pushing me toward his playroom.
I stepped inside and noticed that curtains had been pulled around the room and the only thing visible was the jail cell and the desk that sat in front of it. There was one desk chair tucked neatly underneath, while a single metal chair stood at the side, set up just like I’d seen on television.
Rather than move to the desk, though, Mr. Parker forced us both into the cell, then proceeded to remove our cuffs before closing the door. “You can rot in there for a little while.”
I massaged my wrists for effect. “Hey!” I shouted. “Don’t I get a phone call?”
“In due time,” he snorted. “Right now, you just sit your pretty little ass down and do what you do best.”
“And what’s that?”
He turned and sneered at me. “Look pretty.” His eyes cut to Mr. Snowden. “Or maybe she’s known for her blow jobs.”
I huffed, pretending to be offended by the rude comment.
“I wouldn’t know,” Mr. Snowden countered. “This is our first date.”
“Right. Keep telling yourself that, buddy. Maybe the judge will believe you.”
Mr. Snowden sighed his frustration, then took a seat on the single wooden bench that ran along the back of the cell.
I started to pace and I was doing a good job of it until Mr. Snowden reached up and pulled me down.
“Sit,” he ordered.
“I don’t want to sit,” I argued, keeping my voice low, as though I didn’t want Mr. Parker to hear. “How in the world could you let us get arrested?”
“Well, if you’d been wearing more clothes,” he snapped, “then maybe you wouldn’t have drawn attention to us.”
“Me? You’re blaming me for this?” I scrambled to come up with a reasonable argument. “If I recall correctly, your email gave explicit instruction for me to wear sexy underwear.”
He barked a laugh. “And I meant under your clothes.”
“Oh.” I tried not to smile because that was actually a good comeback.
I glanced over, noticing that Mr. Parker was sitting at the desk, a laptop in front of him. I couldn’t see what was on the screen, but it made me smile to think he might be watching a movie or something. Anything to pass the time while we “rotted” here in this jail cell.
A solid half hour passed and I realized how seriously Mr. Parker took his role playing. I hadn’t expected to be mentally worn down by being forced to sit on a hard, wooden bench for an extended amount of time.
I glanced over at Mr. Snowden and lowered my voice to a whisper. “You do know that I’m still charging by the hour, right?”
He glared over at me. “Is that right?”
“Well, of course.” I lifted my nose and stared straight ahead. “It’s not my fault you couldn’t be more specific in your instructions.”
“Well, in that case…” Mr. Snowden reached over and grabbed my arm.
“Hey, what are you doing?” I asked when he pulled me into his lap.
“If you’re charging by the hour, then I intend to get my money’s worth.”
“We’re in jail,” I countered as though he was an idiot. “What do you think’s going to happen here?”
His voice was a rough growl in my ear. “Whatever I want.”
A frisson of awareness danced down my spine, but I pretended to be offended.
“Hey, cop!” Mr. Snowden shouted.
Mr. Parker slowly spun his chair around, looking irritated by being bothered. “What?”
“You got any lube?”
Those piercing blue eyes appeared interested. “I’m sure I could scrounge some up. Why?”
“Because my date’s wearing a plug and I think it’s time for an upgrade.”
Ah, crap. Heat bloomed in my core at the thought.
“Like hell,” I argued, trying to pull away from Mr. Snowden.
Suddenly, I found myself lying across his lap, ass up, his big hands holding me down.
I pretended to fight him for a second.
“Stop,” he snapped, then smacked my ass.
I swallowed the moan and smiled at the floor.
A second later, the cell door opened and Mr. Parker tossed something inside. It closed again.
Something was laid out across the backs of my thighs and I realized it was a towel.
How very thoughtful of Mr. Parker.
Hopefully he’d been kind enough to include lube.
Mr. Snowden jerked my thong down my legs and I hissed in a breath.
“Color, little rebel?” Mr. Parker asked.
“Green.” Definitely green.
Mr. Snowden’s big, warm hand massaged my ass for a few minutes, casually grazing the plug from time to time. If I could have, I would’ve shifted so I could rub myself against his thigh, desperate for some friction on my clit. But he kept me in a spot that wouldn’t allow it, so I simply kept my hands pressed onto the hardwood floor beneath me.
“Relax,” Mr. Snowden commanded. “I’m going to take this one out.”
He worked the plug out, then I felt another one being pressed against me. I wasn’t sure if he’d selected the next size up or the biggest one. I didn’t really care. If he ever expected me to take his cock, I would have to be able to take that big plug, so it didn’t really matter.
When he pushed the plug inside, I moaned softly.
“Looks to me like she enjoys getting her ass fucked,” Mr. Parker said.
I glanced to the side to see he was reclining in his desk chair watching the show.
Mr. Snowden didn’t respond, merely pulled my panties back into place, then helped me off his lap. Rather than let me sit beside him, he forced me to my knees in front of him.
“Hey!” I tried to get up, but he held me there with a firm hand on my shoulder.
“Oh, you’re the one who said I was paying by the hour, sweetheart. Like I said, I intend to get my money’s worth. Take my cock out and suck it.”
Turned on by the command, I went to work freeing him from his slacks. Once I had his cock in my hands, I leaned forward and ran my lips over the wide head.
“I said suck it,” he barked, his hand going into my hair, but he didn’t push my head down.
Wanting to appreciate the moment, I took my time teasing him with my lips and tongue. I could tell he was enjoying it because he would lightly tug on my hair from time to time. A couple of raspy groans escaped him, but for the most part, he didn’t move.
“Is that what you pay her for?” Mr. Parker asked. “Because I’d be more than willing to cough up a couple of bucks.”
I released Mr. Snowden’s cock from my mouth and peered over my shoulder at Mr. Parker. “Like you could afford me.”
That earned me a rough growl, but then he was up on his feet and opening the cell door.
“Come on out here, girl.”
I glanced up at Mr. Snowden’s face as though wanting his protection.
“Don’t look at him,” Mr. Parker bit out. “It’s his turn to watch his little girlfriend prove exactly how much she’s worth.”
When Mr. Parker reached in to grab me, Mr. Snowden stood tall. I had to inch out of the way to keep from being knocked down.
“No,” Mr. Snowden snapped. “Not unless you take me with her.”
Mr. Parker’s grin was wicked. “Fine. You want to watch me shove my dick in her mouth? I don’t mind an audience.”
That seemed to be what Mr. Snowden wanted, so the two of them led me out of the cell and over to the desk.
“Climb on up there, sweet cheeks,” Mr. Parker stated. “On your back.”
I tried to pretend I wasn’t excited, but it was difficult. When I finally got onto the desk, Mr. Parker pulled my head over the edge, forcing me upside down. The next thing I knew, his cock was tunneling in and out of my mouth while he rested his hand on my neck. I teased him the same way I had teased Mr. Snowden. It would’ve been enjoyable had the blood not been flowing to my head from the position.
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