“Are you nervous?”
“No, Master. Just anxious.”
“Anxious as in eager? Or anxious as in panicked?”
“Eager.”
I put my other knee on the bed, dropped the lube close to his hip, then crawled over him. My cock dragged against the warmth of his skin as I did. A moan rippled in my chest.
“Eager to have my cock in your ass?”
His breath shuddered as he nodded. “Yes, Master.”
Once I was practically on top of him, I leaned down and pressed my mouth to his. I tried to keep it slow, but I was burning from the inside out. Soon, I was thrusting my tongue past his lips, mimicking what I fully intended to do with my cock in his ass in just a few minutes.
“I’ve thought about it a million times,” I admitted, my voice rough. “Sliding deep inside you. Your ass strangling my dick for the first time.”
He breathed in sharply as I pushed up onto my knees once more. I had forced his legs wider as I positioned myself between them. Still mindful of building his anticipation, I took my time opening the condom, then rolling it on. I did the same with the lube, stroking myself firmly.
“We’re going to find out how flexible you are,” I told him. “I want your knees by your head.”
Helping him to fold his body practically in half, I grabbed one of the pillows and pushed it under his hips before pressing my hands to the backs of his thighs, forcing his knees up by his ears.
“Your dick shows how eager you are.”
“I am,” he said breathlessly.
“Stay just like that. And I want you to keep your eyes open. Watch everything I do to you.”
“Yes, Master.”
I moved my hands so I could use the lube to slick his asshole. I wasn’t a small man, and I damn sure didn’t want to hurt him. Then again, Troy wasn’t a small man, either, so I knew he could likely handle me.
I squeezed the lube directly into his asshole, then slid the head of my cock against his taint.
My body hardened, my cock twitching, desperate and ready to slide into the warmth of his body. I knew this wasn’t going to be long and drawn out once I got inside him. I wasn’t going to last. The mere thought of fucking his ass had my cock dripping.
“Are you ready?” I met his eyes.
“Yes, Master. So fucking ready.”
I pressed the head of my cock against his lubricated asshole, then pushed in lightly. I did this several times, loving the way he panted and moaned, his arms pulling at the restraints as though that would help.
“Please, Master. Please fuck me.”
“Be patient, boy.” I watched as the head of my cock disappeared inside him, the way his balls drew up when I entered him. “This is a first for me. I intend to enjoy myself.”
I alternated between watching as my dick slid deeper and the expression on his face as I did. I wanted this to be as pleasurable for him as it was for me.
“Please…” His hands gripped the restraints.
He groaned when I pushed in deeper.
“Fuck me,” he pleaded.
“That’s my plan, boy.” I pushed the head of my cock past the tight ring of muscles again and again, watching his face, wanting to ensure I didn’t hurt him.
I retreated fully, repeating the motion over and over until I could hardly breathe myself.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” I growled.
“Yes…” His entire body tightened, his asshole squeezing my cock.
This time when I pushed in, I didn’t retreat. Inching deeper and deeper as I leaned over him, keeping his knees up by his ears.
“You feel so fucking good.” I allowed his thighs to bear my weight as I wrapped my arms around his legs and pressed my hands on both sides of his head. “Your ass is strangling my dick, boy.”
He moaned, his eyes locked with mine.
I wanted to slam into him, but I remained where I was, buried to the hilt in his ass as I leaned down and kissed him roughly, dragging another moan from both of us as his ass clenched, squeezing my cock. This was more than I’d bargained for. I’d fucked plenty of women’s asses over the years, but nothing had ever felt this fucking good.
I broke the kiss and stared down at him as I pulled my hips back, then thrust them forward.
He groaned, a deep, rumbling sound that made my balls draw up.
Yeah. This wasn’t going to last long.
Never taking my eyes off his, I claimed Troy in a way I’d never claimed anyone. I didn’t merely fuck him. I gave him a part of my soul as I drove deep into his body. He pulled at the restraints, moaning as I impaled him over and over again. As much as I wanted his hands on me, to feel him touching me, I loved seeing him like that. Completely at my mercy.
Shifting back to my knees, I pressed one hand down on his thigh, the other wrapping around his cock, as I slammed into him over and over again. I jerked him in rhythm with my thrusts, holding back because I wanted him to come.
“Fuck … Master … Oh, fuck.” Troy threw his head back as his cock jerked in my hand.
I let him ride out his orgasm before I released his dick and focused all my efforts on fucking his ass.
“That’s it,” I growled. “Milk my dick. I’m gonna come in your ass. Is that what you want?”
Those dark chocolate-brown eyes were peering up at me and I saw something in them that hit me square in the chest. It made me feel wanted in a way I’d never felt before and I latched onto that, my brain overloaded as my body took over. I came with a roar, stilling as my cock pulsed deep inside him.
Only one word fell from my lips as the orgasm rocked me to my very core.
“Mine.”
TWENTY-THREE
Clarissa
“CAN YOU MEET ME FOR lunch?” I asked as soon as Mercedes answered her phone.
I had only slept for a few hours after Troy dropped me off at home, but I’d had the decency to wait until morning before I called my best friend. It didn’t matter that she would’ve talked to me no matter what time I called. I reminded myself that it wasn’t always about me.
Apparently, Mercedes noticed the neediness in my tone because she responded with a hesitant, “Is everything all right?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know. But I need to talk. If you can’t meet for lunch, can I just come over?”
“Yes,” she said easily. “Come over to the condo. I’ve got a call I have to make, but I’ll be finished by the time you get here. I’ll have brunch delivered.”
“Thanks. I’m on my way. I’ll be bringing my bodyguard.”
“Zeke?”
“Yeah.”
“Tell him to bring Tank,” she said sweetly.
Evidently my friend knew Zeke rather well. I wondered how that had come about.
“I’ll tell him.”
Once I hung up the phone, I crawled out of bed and pulled on shorts and a T-shirt. I couldn’t bring myself to get all prettied up. I felt like shit so it wouldn’t have mattered.
When I came out of my bedroom, I noticed the house was empty. I headed for the back door. I smiled when I saw Zeke throwing the ball to Tank. The man was so freaking big, so ridiculously intimidating, it was almost eerie to see him playing ball with his dog.
He must’ve heard me because his head turned.
“I need to go see a friend of mine,” I informed him.
With a single whistle, Tank came running to Zeke’s side.
“What friend?” he asked, making his way up the steps to the house.
“Mercedes.” I rubbed Tank’s head as he came through the door. “She said for you to bring Tank.”
He smiled and I found there was a sweetness in it. Again, not something I’d ever expect to see on his face.
While Zeke grabbed Tank’s leash and his portable water bowl, I grabbed my purse. A few minutes later, we were in his car, heading out of my neighborhood. As I rode in silence, I felt a strange pain in my chest. I knew it wasn’t anything physical or alarming, but it was still ther
e, nonetheless. It had been there ever since I walked out of Trent’s apartment during the wee hours of the morning.
I was trying to take Troy’s advice, to spend some time thinking about my options, not simply overreacting because Trent had hurt my feelings. And that was what it boiled down to. Trent had called me out and I was revolting against him by running away. At least I was woman enough to admit it.
To myself.
And to my best friend.
However, I wanted to talk to my closest friend about what had happened between me and Trent last night. I couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d said. I definitely deserved it, but I had to wonder why Mercedes had never said anything to me before. If Trent noticed my actions, surely, my two closest friends in the entire world had noticed.
And, of course, I also wanted to get her thoughts on the job offer and the possibility of me relocating to Chicago. Regardless of my relationship with Trent, I still had to make a decision about that. A grown-up decision. Based on rational thought. Not emotion.
I knew if Mercedes was against it, she would have a good reason and I would take that into account before making my final decision.
Because I was running out of time.
*
An hour and a half later, I was sitting on Mercedes’s balcony, propped up on the outdoor sofa with a glass of wine in hand. She was sitting beside me, angled so that she was facing me. Tank was sprawled out on the floor, enjoying the warmth of the midday sun. Zeke was somewhere inside, talking to Xander, I assumed.
Mercedes and I had shared brunch—a fabulous spread from the deli downstairs—while drinking mimosas and chatting about a few scenes she’d witnessed last night.
“All right, let’s hear it,” Mercedes prompted when I continued to focus on my mimosa. “What’s going through your head right now?”
I decided to tell her what happened last night at the club, followed by the argument Trent and I had in his apartment. When I finished laying it all out there, I noticed she was watching me closely.
“Do you think he’s right?” she asked.
“Yes. I do.” I couldn’t maintain eye contact, but at least I was honest. “At first, I thought he’d lost his mind, but he backed up all his accusations. It didn’t take me long to see myself through his eyes.”
“And?”
“And?” I frowned. “And I was horrified, Mercedes. This man … this Dom called me a doll. And Troy said I act like a robot. The worst part is, they’re both right. That’s exactly what I’ve been doing all this time, but I didn’t even realize it.”
“Didn’t you?” She sounded skeptical.
“What does that mean?”
She sighed. “It means you’ve become quite adept at keeping your distance from everyone. Everyone who’s not me, Xander, or Shane, that is. It’s like you purposely push everyone else away. Anyone who could possibly get close to you.”
“I don’t mean to,” I admitted.
“No one says you do.”
“So, you’ve noticed it? But you never said anything?”
“It wasn’t my place,” she stated firmly. “I’m not your Domme, Clarissa. I never was.”
“No, but you’re my friend.”
“I am that. I agree. And yes, maybe I should’ve said something. But would that have changed anything?”
“What do you mean?”
“Would I have been enough motivation for you?”
I didn’t understand, and she obviously realized that by the blank expression on my face.
“You kissed Trent … what? Almost four years ago?”
“Something like that.”
“And since then, you’ve played with maybe two Doms, including Shane.” She set her glass on the table and moved closer to me. “Clarissa, you’ve been lusting after Trent for years. It only makes sense that you held yourself back.”
“So, how does that explain me holding back from him last night?” I hadn’t yet told her how he’d slipped out of bed the mornings after we were intimate. After hashing it out with Troy last night, I wasn’t sure the two were related like I’d originally thought.
“It’s become the norm for you. It’s the way you’ve programmed yourself to be. The perfect submissive.”
“There’s no such thing,” I countered.
She grinned. “No. There’s not. And there shouldn’t be. Who even wants that?” She sounded exasperated. “I’ve known Trent a long time. And he’s asked about you numerous times over the years, but I decided to stay out of it, wanting the two of you to find each other in your own way. Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to be working out, so I moved a few pieces on the board to get things in a better position.”
“You set us up.” I already knew that.
“Yes. Against my husband’s orders, mind you. But I did it, and I don’t regret it. Trent’s a damn good Dom. And I believe he honestly cares about you. If he called you out on your actions, then I know he does. I think you need to explore where this is going.”
“I’m pretty sure I ruined any chance of that happening.”
“Doubtful.”
“I walked out, Mercedes. He was trying to discuss it and I insisted that I go home.”
“Okay. You overreacted. But why would you think Trent would simply wash his hands of you?”
“Because … we’re not exclusive. This isn’t a real relationship?”
“What makes a relationship real?” she countered.
“Well, there has to be some understanding, at least.” At least that sounded good. “But it doesn’t matter. We all know how it’s going to turn out. He’ll eventually tire of me and move on to the next best thing.”
She frowned. “Why would you think that?”
“Because that’s how it works, Mercedes. They always move on.”
“Heaven help us all,” she said dramatically. “You mean I married X and it’s inevitable that he’s going to leave me for someone else? Whatever was I thinking?”
I rolled my eyes. “I doubt Xander’s ever going to leave you.”
“Oh.” She clutched her chest, as though relieved. “That’s good to know. He must be a special breed then, right? Different than all other men on the planet?”
I knew where she was going and I had no argument. It was the same thing Trent had said when I tried to argue with him.
“Fine. Say we do enjoy one another for a bit. And if it doesn’t work out?”
“Then it doesn’t work out,” she said simply. “And if that’s the case, then at least you’ve got the experience of being with a Dom you truly cared about. One who can show you how to get in touch with yourself. You’re a natural submissive, no one is going to argue that. But somewhere along the way, you forgot what was important.”
“And what’s that?”
“Your own happiness.”
I considered that for a minute as I sipped my drink. When I turned my attention back to my friend, I noticed she was still watching me.
“I think I need to consider Chicago,” I admitted. “But not just for the job. Although, I do need to give that some serious consideration, too.” I glanced at the floor.
“I know you do. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be here right now. But I’m not gonna tell you to go. You need to make that decision on your own.”
“It’s an amazing offer,” I informed her.
“I’m sure it is because you’re an amazing person. Chatter PR Global would be lucky to have you working for them. But you do need to keep the two things separate when making a decision. You need to take the job because it’s what you want, not because it’ll put you in Trent’s path.”
I shook my head. “I wouldn’t do that. It’s a huge step. I would be leaving all my friends and family.”
“But you could come visit and we would all come visit you. It’s not like you’re moving across the world.”
True.
“What would you do?” I asked.
“I would weigh all my options,” she said with a grin. “But
I’m not gonna give you enough to make this decision for you. It’s all on you, Rissa.”
I took a sip of my drink. It would be so much easier if she would simply tell me what to do.
“Clarissa, when you’re weighing the pros and cons, which I know you’re doing, I want you to think about what makes you happy. When it comes to Trent, he’s going to put you first. Despite any arguments you have along the way. Those are inevitable in a relationship.
“I know Trent,” she continued. “He’s going to take care of you. This is your chance to let go, to be who you really are, not the life-sized doll we’ve all figured out how to position to our liking. This job is your chance to start over. And Trent is your chance to explore yourself. To see what you enjoy. Go to Chicago. Make up with Trent. Enjoy yourself. And after that, you can come back and worry your little heart out about whatever it is that’s eating you up.”
I chuckled. “I thought you weren’t going to tell me to go?”
Mercedes laughed. “Yeah, well. You can’t take the Domme out of the girl, no matter how submissive she’s become.”
God, I loved this woman. She was my closest friend and I honestly didn’t know what I would do without her.
“Now that you’ve made up your mind…” she said with a grin.
“How do you know I did?”
“Because it’s written all over your face.” She reached for her glass. “And now that you have, I want you to give me all the dirty details about what happened between the three of you. It’s the least you can do, because once my husband finds out I told you to go, I’m gonna have a hard time sitting down for a few days.”
Yep. That was my best friend. The submissive Dominatrix. It was a tricky mix, but somehow, she managed to make it work.
Trent
“WE’RE GOING TO CHICAGO EARLY,” I told Troy the following morning.
I had woken early and slipped out of the bedroom while Troy was still asleep. The instant my feet hit the floor, I remembered all the things I needed to get done today, including meeting with Tristan Biggs regarding the resident Dom position. So, while Troy slept, I had called Tristan and met him at a coffee shop around the corner.
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