“Who knows,” she said absently. “Did Trent give you an ultimatum when he asked you to sign the nondisclosure?”
“What do you mean?”
She peered back over her shoulder. “He told me he would have Zeke take me home if I didn’t sign it. Seemed … rather callous.”
She was right, it had. I’d noticed the instant the words were out of Master’s mouth.
“I’m not sure he realizes he says stuff like that,” I told her. “He’s a businessman. I think it’s sometimes difficult for him to step out of that role.”
Clarissa’s lips pursed but she didn’t respond, turning back to the counter. While she scribbled her name on the forms, I felt my heart rate spike again. Since she’d signed them, that meant she was probably seconds away from undressing me. This was somewhat strange for me. Having a woman ordered to undress me wasn’t how I generally handled my foreplay.
When she turned around, she was smiling.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” she whispered sweetly as she closed the distance between us.
A rumbling laugh escaped me as I met her gaze. “That was the furthest thing from my mind.”
I remembered how gentle her hands had been last night, how easily she’d coerced me out of my clothes while we chatted. I’d never experienced role playing, but Clarissa had managed it well.
“Was it?” she questioned, her eyes still flat despite the small smile on her face.
I took a step closer, unable to help myself. “Actually, it was.”
Reaching up, I cupped her face. Our interactions last night weighed heavily on my mind. I wanted to get back to that place. Back when the two of them hadn’t been in performance mode. That was the only way I could think about it. It was as though they were acting their parts and I was the audience, merely trying to understand who was who and what they were doing.
“Can I kiss you?” I asked, keeping my eyes locked with hers.
She seemed to consider the question, her eyes roaming over my face before briefly glancing at the door.
“I’m sure we’ve got time,” I told her, turning her head back so she was facing me. I let my eyes drop to her lips, showing her my interest.
“I’d like that.”
Leaning in, I pressed my lips to hers. It should’ve been weird, considering the entire situation was weird. This wasn’t exactly a relaxed environment. Certainly not the go-with-the-flow you experienced on a date. It was choreographed with an end goal in mind. And I was having a difficult time remembering that. Especially when her lips brushed mine. The satiny-soft feel was so damn sweet. The way she allowed my tongue to delve inside, exploring leisurely.
When her cool fingers slid over my abs, I pulled back, breathing in deep. Her eyes never left mine, even as she deftly unfastened the leather pants.
Well, it appeared she was getting down to business.
The next thing I knew, Clarissa was kissing me again. Or maybe I was kissing her. I wasn’t sure, but I couldn’t stop, sliding my hand behind her head and holding her close as she pushed my pants down to my hips. I knew she was doing what she’d been instructed to do, but I damn sure wasn’t going to allow this to be clinical. The woman was undressing me. There was nothing clinical about it.
Rather than force my pants off, Clarissa surprised me when her hands wandered over my back, holding tight as our mouths continued their deep exploration. From what I could tell, it was the first time she’d relaxed since she had walked in the door. She sighed and moaned, every single sound making my cock harder. The damn thing was pressed against her, that corset the only thing keeping us from being skin to skin. I was anxious for Master to return, but this was good, too.
The next time we broke for air, Clarissa shocked me as she went to her knees, then relieved me of those pesky leather pants. My breath lodged in my chest as I stood there, staring down at her, wishing like hell those sweet lips were wrapped around my cock.
I was primed and ready, but I knew this was merely the beginning. While my brain wanted to believe this was a natural progression, an intimate moment between two people who had a physical connection that couldn’t be ignored, I knew it wasn’t. Clarissa knew it wasn’t, which was evident in the way she held herself, waiting with bated breath for instructions on what to do next.
We were in a club, and someone else controlled our pleasure. This wasn’t her bedroom or mine. We hadn’t ended up here because Fate willed it. If this were a date, I would be taking my time with her. Wining and dining was more my forte.
Then again, the relationships I’d had never panned out. I was always relegated to the friendship category, deemed the nice guy. Yeah, I was a nice guy. I could never dominate a woman the way Master did. It didn’t come naturally for me. But that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to ensure she enjoyed her time with me.
The sound of the doorknob turning had my head jerking up. Master’s handsome face appeared—still etched with the same tension he’d had all day—and he was carrying a black leather bag.
“Sorry it took so long. We had an issue I had to deal with.”
Long? It felt like he was only gone a few seconds.
“This is a damn nice sight to walk in on, though,” he said, his gaze sliding down my body and coming to rest on Clarissa, who was still kneeling in front of me.
Master set his bag on the night table beside the bed, then walked over and opened the file folder Clarissa had left on the counter.
The room was set up like a typical bedroom. Lamps, nightstands, a large king-sized bed. Not nearly as intimidating as the dungeon had been. There were no bright lights, no one standing around watching. Despite the fact that was supposedly a two-way mirror, it felt intimate.
“Thank you, sunshine,” he said softly as he turned to face us.
I was pretty sure that was genuine relief in his eyes. The man hadn’t expected her to sign. I hated that we’d somehow ended up in this strange place with all this weird tension between us. I felt like the link between them and I knew that wasn’t the case.
When Master moved behind me, my breath halted again. I could feel the heat of him against my naked back as he stepped in close, his arms sliding around in front of me.
I liked that he touched me so easily. He’d done so yesterday in the shower after he’d wickedly made me come. I could tell it was an exploration for him. Master was finding out what he liked, at the same time finding out what I liked.
“What do you think, sunshine?”
My gaze dropped down to Clarissa. She was peering up at me, her eyes on Master’s hands as they roamed over my chest.
“He’s beautiful, Master,” she whispered as she watched us.
“I think so, too,” he replied, his breath fanning against my ear. “Even more so when he’s restrained and at my mercy.”
My eyes darted to the mirrored wall and I wondered if there was anyone on the other side of that glass. Were they watching? Had they seen me kissing Clarissa? Perhaps Master had been there, observing us. I wouldn’t put it past him.
Master’s warmth disappeared, and I turned my attention back to him.
“Sunshine, while I get my boy right where I want him, I need for you to undress.” He motioned toward the bed. “I want you to ensure he has a perfect view and then I want you to position yourself on the bed. Prop yourself on a couple of pillows, then spread your legs wide.”
My heart was pounding as he gave her instructions. I didn’t even care what he was going to do to me. The mere thought of watching Clarissa undress, to see her glistening pussy on display was enough to have my muscles tightening.
After retrieving something from his bag, Master returned to my side. He took my right wrist and began strapping a black leather cuff to it.
“Keep your eyes on her,” he instructed. “I guarantee, what she’s doing is far more appealing than what I am.”
When he moved around behind me, I looked up to see Clarissa standing beside the bed, her hands reaching behind her. I wasn’t sure how a wom
an managed to dress in a contraption such as the one she was wearing without help, but it seemed she knew exactly what to do to free herself of it. A few seconds later, the emerald corset was loosened, and she was pushing it down to the floor.
Every single move she made was graceful yet practiced, as though choreographed for my pleasure. She watched me while I watched her. I couldn’t look away, mesmerized by every glorious inch of skin she revealed. While I was practically trembling with need, Clarissa was poised and confident. Her hands didn’t shake; her breaths were even. Again, something seemed off about her movements.
Master fixed the cuff on my other wrist and moved behind me once more.
“Raise your arms above your head. I’m going to connect your wrists to a hook in the ceiling to keep you from using your hands.”
I did as he requested, watching as Clarissa stripped her panties off, revealing the smooth, soft flesh between her thighs.
“Beautiful,” Master murmured. “Such a lovely pussy. Even more so now that it’s bare.”
It took a second to realize Master had secured my arms above my head. I looked up to see the cuffs were connected to a hook in the ceiling. It was adjustable, so I was able to remain flat-footed, although there was a gentle pressure that pulled my body straight.
Clarissa crawled onto the bed, a move that should’ve been seductive, natural even, but was definitely choreographed. I admired the way her heavy breasts swayed as she moved. And when she propped two pillows behind her and reclined against the headboard, I thought I would go out of my mind.
Her pussy was on display, bare skin gleaming in the dim light from the bedside lamps. I’d been buried to the balls in that sweet pussy just last night. I’d felt the tight clasp of her cunt as she rocked against me, begging for more. My cock throbbed, aching to relive that moment, to feel her wet heat consuming me.
However, while I’d thought she would be turned on the way I was, her pussy wasn’t glistening. She wasn’t wet. She didn’t appear to be turned on by this. No doubt she knew I was because my cock was rock hard, bobbing between my legs.
“What’s your color, sunshine?” Master asked.
Color? I glanced over at him.
“Green, Master.”
“Very good. And you, boy?”
“Uh…” I had no idea what that even meant.
Master smirked. “Green means you’re good. Yellow means you need a time-out or to discuss something that concerns you about the scene. And red means stop. Hence, it’s your safe word. What color are you?”
“Definitely green, Master.”
Even cuffed to the ceiling, I’d never been better.
“Good. Let’s have some fun, shall we?”
Yes. Let’s.
TWENTY-ONE
Clarissa
ALTHOUGH TRENT HAD INSTRUCTED TROY to watch me, I was able to stay focused by keeping my eyes trained on him. Standing there, cuffed to the hook hanging from the ceiling, his eyes heated as they caressed me, I found myself getting lost in the moment. In fact, it worried me. I feared I wouldn’t be able to focus on Trent’s instructions, which was my one and only job right now.
I fought the urge to look over at the mirrored wall. I couldn’t help but wonder if someone was watching us. Admittedly, I liked the idea of being secretly observed. At the clubs, it was usually obvious that there were a number of eyes on me. Here in this room, the only audience I was sure of was Trent and Troy. Everyone else I could easily block out.
On the other hand, it made me extremely self-aware. I was conscious of how I was displayed, which way I should turn to ensure I did exactly as Trent had instructed. I couldn’t tell whether he was pleased or not, so I continued to focus on my movements, wanting to prove to him that I was the submissive he thought I was.
“I have something for you, sunshine,” Trent said as he approached the bed. He reached into his black bag, and when he turned toward me, his hand was wrapped around an object.
Rather than give it to me, he leaned over and kissed me. It was a shocking move that I didn’t anticipate. He’d been rather cold to me since we walked into the room. I wasn’t sure how to take it. When he pulled back, I stared up at him, trying to read his thoughts.
“I look forwarding to watching you use this,” he whispered as he held it out.
I smiled up at him as I wrapped my fingers around the pink vibrator. “Thank you, Master.” I gave him my full attention, waiting for his next instruction.
“I want you to tease yourself,” he informed me. “But you can only use the toy to stimulate your clit.”
Ah, damn.
Although I was turned on by the idea of teasing myself while Trent and Troy watched, I needed something more. More them, less toy. I figured it had a lot to do with the fact that I knew what it felt like to have both of them inside me. The way their big, strong hands moved over my body was what I ached to relive.
“And while she does that, I want you to watch her,” Trent told Troy as he stepped behind him. “I’m going to touch you, but you are not allowed to come. Understood?”
“Yes, Master.” There was a deep, guttural growl that followed Troy’s words. He was obviously turned on.
I couldn’t tell what Trent’s overall objective was here, but I felt as though he was easing Troy into this. Keeping it erotic but somewhat tame. That wasn’t the way Trent normally operated from what I’d heard. Still, it was an interesting turn of events and I was curious as to how Troy would handle himself.
I turned on the vibrator and pressed the rounded silicone tip against my clit. I stayed focused on the two men in the room while I stimulated myself.
“Spread your legs wider, sunshine. We want to see everything you’re doing to yourself.”
“Yes, Master,” I whispered as I let my knees fall open.
“What are you thinking about as you watch her, boy?” Trent’s hands slid over Troy’s chest, moving slowly.
“That she has a beautiful pussy,” he said, his eyes locked between my thighs.
His words sent a tingle through me.
“She does. And it tastes as good as it looks.”
Troy moaned when Trent tweaked his nipples.
“Do you want to taste her?”
“Yes, Master. Fuck yes.”
Listening to the two of them talk about me was erotic in its own way, but I fought the urge to get lost to it, mindful of what Trent wanted me to do.
“Maybe one day I’ll let you,” Trent said, his hands inching down Troy’s stomach.
The man’s body was worthy of a calendar. Honestly, I hadn’t expected him to look quite so delicious without clothes on. And the two of them together… I could die a happy woman watching them like this.
Trent was evidently taking his time exploring Troy. And the heat in his eyes said he was enjoying every second of it.
As was I.
“Keep watching her,” Trent said as he moved around to stand in front of Troy. “And sunshine, keep playing with yourself.”
For a brief moment, Trent blocked our views of one another, but then he went to his knees. My breath hitched because I knew what he was about to do, and I wanted to watch, wanted to see Trent take Troy’s cock in his mouth.
Troy clearly did, too, because his eyes dropped to Trent.
“Watch her,” Trent snapped. “You disobey one more time and I stop.”
“Oh, fuck,” Troy hissed when Trent’s hand curled around his cock. “Yes, Master.”
Wanting to ensure Troy earned the pleasure he was desperately hoping for, I moaned softly as I began teasing my clit with the vibrator. It wasn’t doing anything for me because I was too caught up in the two of them, but I could easily act the part. Those dark eyes roamed over me while I played with myself. This was my job and I wanted to do it effectively. The last thing I wanted was to disappoint Trent.
“Do you want my mouth on you?” Trent asked Troy.
“Yes, Master. So fucking badly.”
Troy’s eyes remained on me, but
I wasn’t sure he was seeing anything when Trent’s head shifted forward. I couldn’t necessarily blame him. This had to be pure torture. He’d been told he was not allowed to come, but I knew firsthand how wicked Trent’s mouth was.
For several minutes, I could tell Troy was fighting the urge to look down. He would press his hips forward, but Trent would pause only for Troy to stand straight once again.
I was focused on the bobbing motion of Trent’s head as he teased Troy with his mouth. The soft moans and groans that filled the air made the hair on my arms stand on end.
Troy hissed, and his head fell back.
Trent was instantly on his feet, proving that he’d meant what he said.
“What did I tell you?” he asked as he stepped behind Troy again.
“That you would stop if I took my eyes off Clarissa.” Troy’s disappointment rang clearly in his words.
“Now you know I’m serious.”
“I’m sorry, Master. Your mouth … it felt so fucking good on my dick.”
Trent watched me as he stood behind Troy. “You haven’t come yet, sunshine. Why not?”
No, I hadn’t. “You didn’t tell me to, Master.” A soft moan escaped me as their full attention heated me from the inside out.
I noticed Trent’s eyes narrow. He didn’t seem pleased by my response.
“You needed me to instruct you to come?”
“I…” Yes. I did. But I knew that wasn’t the right answer. “I … I was so caught up in what you were doing.”
“And what was I doing?” he probed.
“Sucking Troy’s cock.”
Troy moaned.
“Did you enjoy watching?”
“I couldn’t really see anything, Master.”
“But you were turned on?”
“Yes, of course.”
His eyes dropped to my pussy. “You don’t look turned on.”
I frowned. “I … uh…” What was I supposed to say to that? Was this some sort of trick? Or maybe a test? Yes. That had to be it. He was testing me. I’d used the toy exactly as he instructed and he hadn’t told me to come.
Trent reached up and released Troy’s arms from the hook in the ceiling.
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