I should’ve known the man would pull a disappearing act. After last night…
Deciding I could do without coffee, I composed myself and turned to Zeke. “I need to go home. Should I call an Uber?”
He downed his coffee and pushed to his feet. “No need. Kevin’s waiting to take us when you’re ready.”
Great.
I got to do the walk of shame in a limo. Might as well take out a billboard ad: Clarissa Tinsley fell for it again! Wasn’t that what she was wearing last night?
That wasn’t going to be awkward or anything.
*
By the time I got into my house, I was ready to stick my head in the sand and never come out. There had been at least five cars parked along the street, all occupied by someone with a camera.
While I had no choice but to wear the dress I’d worn last night, Zeke had kindly draped his jacket over my head to keep anyone from catching a glimpse of my face, but it was still mortifying to know everyone was watching me.
What were my neighbors thinking? What were the reporters thinking? Would I be on the news later? Glimpses of me climbing out of the limo without shoes while my bodyguard and his dog walked me into my house?
And to think, I hadn’t had coffee yet.
“Keep the blinds shut,” Zeke ordered. “And don’t go outside for any reason.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I muttered as I made a beeline for my bedroom.
Trust me, I had absolutely no intention of going outside anytime in the near future. Maybe not ever. This was humiliating.
The first thing I noticed in my bedroom was the emerald-green corset Trent had sent along with the dress. Only then did I remember I was supposed to go to the club tonight.
I sighed heavily as I removed the dress and headed for the shower. Hoping the warm water would clear the haze from my brain, I took my time, washing away all the hard work the ladies at the spa had done yesterday.
When I got out, I felt remotely better. I pulled on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt before joining Zeke in the kitchen.
I stopped instantly. “Did you cook?”
He grinned sheepishly. “If you tell anyone, I’ll deny it.”
For the first time since I realized Trent had left us without so much as a good-bye, I smiled.
I stared in awe at the eggs, bacon, and biscuits that sat on a plate waiting for me.
“I promise, I won’t say a word if I can have coffee to go with it.”
A mug appeared before me.
“Your phone rang while you were in the shower,” Zeke informed me.
I peered over at my purse sitting on the bar but chose to ignore it. I didn’t want to talk to Trent right now. The man deserved my wrath for disappearing.
Not that I should’ve been surprised. It was exactly what he’d done the night he stayed here.
“What’s your plan for today?” Zeke asked.
I wanted to tell him I was going to crawl into bed and pull the blankets over my head so I could sulk in peace. But that wasn’t who I was, so I didn’t bother.
“Not sure yet. I need to take more boxes to storage.”
“Can’t today.”
As I forked eggs into my mouth, I nodded. “I figured that much.”
I doubted Zeke was going to let me do anything that would draw attention from the people camped out in front of my house.
“We’re going to the club tonight,” he informed me.
“Yeah. Not sure I’m gonna do that.”
Zeke joined me at the table, a smirk on his face. “I’ll let you be the one to tell boss man that.”
“Well, boss man shouldn’t have pulled his disappearing act this morning.”
“Yeah?” He bit into a biscuit. “What about Troy? If I recall, you snuck out on him. Wasn’t he still asleep?”
Shame washed over me at the truth in his words. I had slipped out without bothering to tell Troy. I was sure he was as disappointed as I was. If he’d woken up, that was.
My phone rang from my purse and I considered ignoring it.
“You can’t hide from him forever.”
“I know.” I got to my feet and stomped over to the bar. I pulled my phone out to see Troy’s number on the screen and I felt like an asshole. He was probably the one who’d called while I was in the shower. “Hello?”
“Hey.” Troy sounded somewhat distraught. “You okay? I didn’t know you left.”
With Zeke watching me, I turned and headed toward my bedroom for a bit of privacy. “Sorry about that. I needed a shower.”
Troy sighed. “You left because Master did.”
I cringed at the name. Troy didn’t seem at all bothered by the fact Trent had disappeared on both of us. He was still calling him Master. The man didn’t deserve it as far as I was concerned.
“Are you coming to Dichotomy tonight, Clarissa?”
“I doubt it. I’ve got things to do.”
“Please.”
That single word wrenched my chest, making me feel like shit. This wasn’t only about Trent right now. Something had transpired between Troy and me in the short time we’d known each other and I wasn’t sure I could turn my back on him.
“Please, Clarissa. I don’t like how things ended. Not after last night.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” he said firmly. “Just tell me you’ll come tonight. I really want you to be there.”
“And why are you going?” I asked, feeling jilted that he was still willing to do Trent’s bidding.
“Because Master asked me to. And because I want to see what it’s like.”
I forgot Troy hadn’t been to a club before.
I took a deep breath and flopped onto my bed. “Fine. I’ll go. But only because you asked.”
“Thank you, baby. I look forward to seeing you.”
My heart swelled at his words.
I wondered why I felt the urge to cry at the same time.
Trent
“CARE TO TELL ME WHY you got here so early?” Sarah asked when she joined me in the conference room at Dichotomy.
I’d been hiding out here since I arrived, hoping not to have to answer stupid questions such as that one.
“Shit to do,” I grumbled.
“Yeah? Or maybe you’re running away from something?”
I didn’t dignify that with an answer. Perhaps because she was right.
Last night…
I couldn’t stop thinking about last night, about the way I’d lost control with Clarissa and Troy. I could’ve possibly handled it if it had been the first time it’d happened. Unfortunately, it seemed to be the direction I was headed and I damn sure didn’t like it. If my submissives couldn’t trust me to remain in control, what the fuck was the point?
“Trent?” Sarah’s voice had softened, causing me to look her way.
I didn’t know what to say.
“I promise, I won’t lecture you,” she said kindly. “But whatever has that grimace on your face, I hope you’ll take a few minutes to breathe before you do something really stupid.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. The woman had a way with words, I would give her that.
“Did you need something, Sarah?”
She sighed. “Actually, I did. From what I can tell, we’re gonna have a packed house here tonight. Well, maybe not completely packed but more so than normal. I wanted to see if you needed anything. I’ve got eight submissives lined up to volunteer tonight and six Masters who have agreed to alternate monitoring the dungeon and the playrooms.”
“I’m sure that’ll be fine.”
“I don’t know about that,” she said, drawing out the words. “Rumor is, you’ve got Zeke coming tonight. From what I’ve garnered, he’s gonna have a line of submissives hoping to play with him.”
“He can handle himself,” I assured her.
“If you say so.”
“I do. And Ransom Bishop’s coming. I’m sure they can divvy up the submissives between them.”
“I just wanted you to know. Is there anything specific you need for tonight? Do you want me to have someone set up a scene for you? I know you’ve got two submissives coming.”
“Once I know, I’ll let you know.” Truth was, I hadn’t yet figured out what my plan was with them. Ever since I crawled out of bed with two warm bodies next to me, my head hadn’t stopped spinning.
I wasn’t sure which way was up anymore and I didn’t fucking like it. I was supposed to be in control. Of myself, of my surroundings, of the subs I played with. Yet every time I was with Clarissa and Troy, I found that hard-won control slipping.
“Well, I’m meeting Dylan for lunch. If you think of anything, just shoot me a note. I’ll make sure it’s handled before tonight.”
I nodded, grateful when she turned and left the room.
Unfortunately, the peace and quiet didn’t last long.
A knock sounded as someone stepped into the room. I looked up to see Ransom standing there, staring at me.
“Need something, Bishop?”
“Nah. Just lettin’ you know your boy’s upstairs. He insisted on coming.”
“Thanks.”
“I’ll be in the lounge if you need me,” Ransom informed me.
Taking a deep breath, I figured it was time to face the music.
*
Another twenty minutes had passed before I forced my ass up out of the chair and headed toward the stairs. When I stepped into my apartment, I found Troy sitting on the couch. His eyes lifted to mine, but he didn’t move, didn’t ask if I needed anything.
“I’m gonna take a shower,” I informed him as I passed through the room.
He didn’t say anything in response, but I didn’t expect him to. I needed to be the bigger man. After all, I was the one who had fucked up. Losing control wasn’t an option for me.
Needing some extra time to compose my thoughts, I followed through with the shower, taking my time, wishing Troy would join me but knowing he wouldn’t. When I returned to the living room half an hour later, he was still in the same place.
His eyes widened when I stepped in front of him, so at least he acknowledged something. Considering I hadn’t put on a stitch of clothing, I figured my nakedness was what drew his attention.
I dropped onto the couch beside him. “You have a problem, boy?”
“I … uh … well, actually…” His eyes turned toward the door. “Can I talk to you as your assistant right now?”
My assistant? I was fucking naked and he wanted to talk business? What the fuck?
“Boss,” he said. “I talked to Clarissa a little while ago.”
That got my attention and I peered over at him.
“She … uh… I asked if she was coming tonight and she tried to back out.”
“What? Why?”
His gaze swung to mine and he frowned. “Seriously?”
“Seriously what?” I had no idea what direction this was going.
“She woke up this morning to find you gone. I—” He looked away. “I think that bothers her.”
“Well, I had shit to do.”
Troy sighed heavily. “Perhaps she needs a little more from you than just … I don’t know … sex.”
Anger burned in my gut. “What the hell are you talking about? She slept in my arms the entire night. If I only wanted sex, I would’ve sent her ass home.”
Troy looked back at me, this time his eyes softer. “I’m not trying to rile you up, boss. I just thought you should know. When I woke up, she was gone. I called her and I could tell she was upset.”
“I’ll call her later,” I told him. “Check in.” I wasn’t going to apologize for getting out of bed. It wasn’t my fault she had been asleep at the time. I wasn’t the type to sit around and do nothing when I had so much shit to take care of.
“I think that’ll help,” he replied.
“Anything else you’d like to assist me with?”
“No, Master.”
So, it appeared he was back to being my submissive. This I could work with.
“Good. Then I want you on your knees.”
He didn’t move as quickly as I was used to, but he followed my instructions, getting to his feet before coming to stand between my legs. He went to his knees, his eyes on my face.
I stroked my cock firmly, watching him.
“I want your mouth on my dick,” I told him. “And I want you to take your time. I’m going to sit here and enjoy it, so don’t rush.”
“Yes, Master,” he said calmly, his eyes never leaving my face.
Shifting my legs wider, I made more space for him. Releasing my cock so he could take over, I closed my eyes and dropped my head back.
The heat of his mouth enveloped me and my stomach muscles tightened. For the longest time, I remained like that, allowing him to suck me, his tongue diligently working over and around my shaft.
As much as I wanted to bend him over and drive my dick deep into his ass, I refrained. The last thing I needed was to lose control once more. Since this was a power play, my way of proving to him and to myself that I could maintain control, I didn’t have any other options.
“Harder,” I urged. “Suck me harder.”
I lifted my head and watched as he hollowed his cheeks, sucking me deep. I slid my hand into his hair.
“All of me,” I commanded, holding his head when he went down on me once more. “Swallow. Let me feel your throat work over my cock head.” I groaned loudly as his throat tightened. I released his head, allowing him a moment to breathe.
“Deep throat me again.”
Troy did the same thing once more, his mouth enveloping my cock, taking me as far as he could until the sensitive head of my dick brushed the back of his throat. He gagged and pulled back but went down again and again.
“Now slow,” I instructed.
He resumed the leisurely pace from before. I felt my insides coiling, my balls tightening. It was the most incredible blow job I’d ever received, and though I never wanted it to end, I knew it had to.
With one hand in his hair, I pulled until my cock was free from his lips.
“Move back,” I instructed.
When he did, I pushed to my feet.
“Now let me fuck your face until I come.”
His dark eyes were peering up at me and I saw something I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen before. Complete and total submission. My chest constricted, a foreign feeling filling the area where my heart beat steadily.
Sliding both hands into his hair, I pulled roughly, bringing his mouth back to my cock. Once I slid inside, I began fucking his face, shoving in deep, fisting his hair firmly while I took every ounce of my pleasure from him. He moaned softly, sending vibrations shooting up my shaft and straight to my balls.
“Fuck.” I tightened my grip. “I’m gonna come in your mouth,” I warned. “Swallow me, Troy. Fucking swallow me.”
I roared my release, my legs trembling as I tried to remain upright.
When I caught my breath, I peered down, fully expecting to see anger or frustration. I damn sure wasn’t prepared to see that same submissive look on Troy’s face.
I knew in that moment, I would have to change my strategy.
Otherwise, I was going to fail all of us.
Troy
WHATEVER WAS GOING ON, I wasn’t sure I liked it.
Then again, the blow job I gave Trent earlier had been rather pleasurable. For me and for him, I could tell.
However, the fact that both of them had abandoned me this morning wasn’t high on my let’s-do-that-again-soon list. In fact, I didn’t care to experience it for as long as I lived. Nor did I look forward to having a conversation with Trent about it. I could tell he hadn’t been happy when I told him how upset Clarissa was. He probably didn’t see the error of his ways because it was simply who he was.
I had no idea where things had gone wrong, either. Last night, the three of us had come together in the most amazing way possible, then this morning, everyone had bolted.
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br /> Well, everyone except me.
And now, here I was again, completely alone.
I’d spent the better part of the afternoon here in Master’s apartment twiddling my thumbs and trying to come up with a plan to fix what was broken. Problem was, I didn’t fucking know what was broken!
Good thing was, I had convinced Clarissa to come to the club tonight. Whether or not she actually showed up was another story. I could only hope she did because I was eager to go down to the club and experience it for myself. If she was a no-show, I was sure Master would lose his shit and likely lock me in the apartment for the foreseeable future.
Which would suck ass.
I’d learned quite a bit about myself these past few days. How rewarding it was to submit to someone, how fulfilling it was to be wanted by not just one person but two. Being bisexual did not necessarily mean being with both sexes. It merely meant I was attracted to both and, should things work out, I had a much better chance of ending up happy than a large portion of the world.
So, to find two people…
Yeah. That was more than I’d ever bargained for.
Unfortunately, the two people I wanted happened to be two of the most stubborn people on the planet. I had suspected Clarissa had woken up to find Master gone and she’d confirmed it when she questioned me on the phone. As for why Master had his dick in a knot, I wasn’t entirely certain.
Whatever it was, he felt the need to keep away from me.
Part of me wondered whether or not I should’ve been offended that he’d walked in here without so much as a hello intending to insist I suck his dick and to take my time while I was at it. Had I not prompted the conversation, that was exactly what would’ve happened, too.
I probably would’ve been pissed if I hadn’t been eager to do it. And the look on Master’s face had been worth every single jaw-aching second of it. There for a minute, I was almost certain I had cracked part of that hard outer layer.
Holy shit.
That was what the issue was.
Last night, when we’d come together on the lounge chair, Master had momentarily lost control, giving in to whatever overwhelming emotions had consumed all of us. And if I had to guess, he was beating himself up about it.
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