Elisabeth swallowed, forcing herself to sound stronger than she felt. “Please, sir, I can’t. I can’t go to Trevor like this, right after we . . . we—”
“We fucked. It was part of your training and guess what? You passed the test. You were able to fuck me and still worry about Trevor, still want to be with Trevor.”
“But now I’m confused. I mean, I was getting confused before, because we kind of get along when we scene, don’t we? And I just thought . . . and now we had sex and I don’t know how I feel anymore. I certainly don’t feel like I passed a test.”
To her embarrassment, a tear slid down her face.
Trevor would have wiped it away and pulled her into his arms. Roman just watched it fall, a single drop onto the front of her blouse.
“Come on. We’re going over to Trevor’s, and you will be on your best behavior.”
She stood mutely. What had just happened?
“Say ‘yes, sir.’ ” Roman stared at her, daring her to disobey with his gaze.
The words flew to her lips on their own, even though she feared for a moment that she’d never be able to form a cohesive sentence again, she was so uncertain of what she wanted to say.
“Yes, sir.”
Trevor tried to focus on what Marc was saying, but he found himself checking his watch. Where the hell were they?
“This isn’t a business meeting, is it,” Marc sighed, stretching his legs out under the conference table in Trevor’s office.
“I do need to hear numbers about the Kliber investment,” Trevor said distractedly. “But Roman should be here too.”
“Let me guess,” Marc said. “He’s bringing Elisabeth.”
With a groan, Trevor stood up and paced the way he’d been wanting to do. “Maybe this whole thing was a bad idea.”
“Well, try before you buy isn’t the worst way to find a wife,” Marc said.
“I mean—what if she wants to be with Roman more than she wants to be with me?”
Marc frowned. “Don’t worry, man. It’s Roman. He hasn’t wanted a relationship with anyone since that chick in college.”
Trevor called Adele. “Call Roman and find out where he is, please.”
“No need,” Roman’s voice came from behind him. Trevor whirled around in surprise. He hadn’t heard the door to his office open. “I’m right here.”
But Elisabeth wasn’t with him.
Roman took his seat at the conference table and pulled his laptop out of his briefcase. “Nice non-greeting,” he said. “You look like I just stepped on your kitten.”
“I don’t have a kitten,” Trevor said, hoping that by playing along with Roman’s stupid old joke he’d move on to finding out where Elisabeth was sooner, without sounding as if he doubted Roman’s training.
In unison, Marc and Roman said, “Then you should really get some pussy.”
“That joke never gets old. Really. You should just tell that same fucking joke at least once a week,” Trevor said, shaking his head as the guys laughed. “Speaking of, didn’t Elisabeth want to join you this morning?”
Roman looked at his laptop as he pulled up some files. “Doesn’t matter what she wanted, she’d do it because I told her to.”
Something about the way Roman said I rubbed Trevor the wrong way. Yes, he’d sent Elisabeth to Roman to be trained, but to be trained as Trevor’s submissive, not Roman’s. They’d shared women before, but Elisabeth was different. She was meant to be his, Trevor felt it.
Gregory’s words haunted him, that he didn’t own her, not yet. It was true.
There was a delicate knock on the door before Elisabeth entered the office, a glass of ice water in her hands. She seemed to avoid looking at Trevor’s face as she set the drink on a coaster in front of Roman. He didn’t look up or thank her, but Trevor noticed he reached under the table quickly, and Elisabeth winced.
Her happy face, as she called it.
Trevor resisted the urge to grab her in his arms right then and there. But why wouldn’t she look at him? Was she angry with him?
“Good to see you, Elisabeth,” he offered. “You look beautiful.”
Finally, she raised her eyes to meet his, even though she remained at Roman’s side. “Thank you, sir. It’s good to see you too.”
Elisabeth bit her inner cheek, focusing on the pain to keep from running out of the room. Being back in Trevor’s warm, sunlit home, even after only being gone two weeks, brought back a rush of emotions she had no clue how to handle.
She had missed Trevor. She had missed his sweet brand of domination, the kind that involved whispered encouragement and compliments along with the physical pain she needed. But surely he didn’t feel nearly as strongly about her as he’d insinuated, or he would have visited her more, instead of just leaving her training up to Roman.
And Roman, God, why was she getting feelings for him too? Was it merely the natural result of submitting to his every wish in order to feed her addiction to erotic pain? No. It all had come to a head when he’d fucked her this morning.
To think she’d been under the mistaken impression that Trevor had wanted to hold that at least for himself. But no, she must really just be a sex-slave to him, to be whored out. Here she’d been thinking they were moving toward a real relationship, dating, falling for each other . . . and instead she found herself being fucked by his best friend.
Resentment simmered inside her, despite the fact that getting fucked by Roman after what had essentially been two weeks of foreplay had been incredible.
Trevor had said he wanted her as his own. He must have changed his mind and given her to Roman.
She could spend the rest of her days in Roman’s darker, crueler care, she supposed. Although Roman never kept subs around, from his own admission. Soon she’d be out on her ass, her neck still bare, without the comfort of a collar and a man who cared for her.
Damn it, Trevor, why’d you send me to him?
The carpet under the conference table looked soft. Perhaps she should kneel at Roman’s feet and see if Trevor even cared. But instead she remained standing, her eyes trained on the floor so she could avoid looking at either Roman or Trevor.
The meeting continued around her, the three men discussing numbers so high she couldn’t even imagine what they meant. When she tried to visualize it, all she could think of was that cartoon character Scrooge McDuck who had a room full of gold and jewels that he swam in like it was a pool.
“All right,” Marc said, rubbing his hand over his shaved head. “I have an appointment in half an hour. Are we agreed on the Kliber investment and outlook?”
She looked up, glancing at Trevor. The meeting would be over soon, and she didn’t want to go back to Roman. Not if it meant she might develop feelings for him, when all that would do was confuse things with Trevor. When Trevor was the one who, only two weeks ago, she’d thought had meant something more to her—even if he didn’t care for her anymore.
He couldn’t, not if he’d let her remain with Roman. Roman was a good man, she knew, underneath his icy and dominant exterior. But he’d never be Trevor.
Roman packed up his laptop, the meeting apparently adjourned.
“Trevor, I need to talk to you,” she blurted, finally finding her voice. He needed to at least know where things stood.
His face was unreadable, but he nodded. “I need to talk with you as well.” Trevor paused, and looked at Roman. “I’d like some time with Elisabeth. I can send her back to your place when we’re finished.”
Roman shook his head. “You might ruin her training. We’re at a critical point.”
“She’s mine, Roman,” he growled. “You can’t keep me from her.”
Elisabeth’s pulse pounded in her ears, the flow of blood through her body seeming to quicken as the testosterone levels in the room rose.
“She hasn’t been yours for two weeks,” Rom
an replied calmly.
Marc stepped between the two men, who suddenly seemed dangerously close to each other. He physically pushed them apart.
“Stop this bullshit,” Marc growled. “You’ve been best friends for ages. She’s just a girl.”
“She’s not just a girl to me.”
Elisabeth gasped, because it wasn’t only Trevor who said the words. It was Roman as well. They had spoken in unison, like the best friends they were—or had been.
She’s not just a girl to me.
What did that mean?
Did owning her represent a power struggle that she’d accidentally found herself in the middle of, or did it run deeper than that? Was any of this about her at all, the woman, and not just the submissive?
“I don’t belong to either or you,” she finally said. “It doesn’t matter who claims me as his own if I don’t accept. Right now I want to speak with Trevor.” With a knowing look, she glanced at Roman. “I had all morning to talk with you.”
A vein pulsed in Roman’s forehead and she shrank back, wondering if she’d have to finally pull her safeword out of the cabinet for the first time ever, in order to remind these men that she wasn’t a toy to be passed from one to the other, or to play “keep-away” with.
“Fine,” Roman said. “We did spend quite a bit of time talking this morning, after all. And we’ll talk some more when Trevor returns you for your training. I’m sure only a few minutes alone with you will prove that you still need it.”
The veiled threat of more rough sex shouldn’t have made her tingle with desire, but it did. Damn her kinky wiring. Nothing made sense.
Roman stormed out of the room, and Elisabeth knew that if the door didn’t have one of those slow-closing hinges on it to prevent it from slamming, he would have slammed it. Or maybe not. By choosing to give Trevor permission to spend time with her, it was almost as if he’d reasserted his authority over her.
Marc looked at Elisabeth. “Are you okay here?”
“Yes, sir,” she said. “Thank you for asking.”
Marc nodded toward Trevor as he opened the door to leave the office. “Call me later, man, if you need to talk.”
Elisabeth waited for the sound of his footsteps to fade before walking over to the middle of Trevor’s office where he stood, staring at the shut door with a look of anger and confusion.
“Sir.”
Trevor turned around and pulled her toward him in a hug. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too, Trevor.”
“Call me ‘sir’ again.”
“Sir. Please.”
She wasn’t sure want she wanted, other than more.
“Let’s go to my room,” he said, his voice husky with desire.
With an easy strength, he picked her up in his arms and carried her out of his office and down the long corridor to his master suite. It felt so good to be encircled in his warmth, to feel the thud of his heart against her arm as he cradled her body.
He set her gently on the bed.
But he needed to know everything before they could make love, or it wouldn’t feel real, it would be like lying to him.
“I slept with Roman this morning.”
His mouth made a thin line. “In his bed?”
“I’ve been sleeping on the floor next to his bed actually. I meant we fucked.”
Please, tell me he broke your rule by sleeping with me.
“Did you like it?”
Lie. For once in your life, lie. But the truth came out anyway. “Yes.”
“Good for you, then.” Trevor’s voice was tight.
“I don’t think staying with Roman is a good idea for me anymore. Do you, sir?”
“Are you asking me, or are you telling me you won’t go back to him?” Trevor pulled a flexible bamboo cane out of his toy chest.
She eyed it with lust. No one had caned her—a vicious punishment—since her last night with Gregory. Her body thrummed with anticipation.
Her first instinct, to say something bratty or hurtful to make her punishment worse for herself, was overcome by the training Roman had instilled in her.
“I will do what you want me to do, sir.”
A look of amazement came to Trevor’s eyes. “Well look at you. Roman’s right, his training has been having a good effect on you. You didn’t even threaten to leave me.”
“I’m exactly where I want to be, sir.” If only he felt that she was ready to stay with him, then she’d never have to risk falling for Roman. And the risk was real. Especially given the way he dominated her so completely.
It was easy with Trevor to forget sometimes that he was in charge, but only because she hadn’t allowed herself to submit to him. Anyone can give an order, but it takes someone to follow the order to make things happen.
“Me too,” he said. “I want you to take off your clothes and bend over the bed.”
She didn’t hesitate, even though she feared the pain of a caning as much as she desired it. Her pussy was already wet with anticipation, just from her watching him hold the cane in his hand, slowly flexing it.
Her nipples pressed against his bedding, peaked with desire, not with cold as they were so often in Roman’s house.
“I still want to own you,” he said, and the cane sliced through the air, landing sharply on the back of her thighs. She wailed, excitement and pain and arousal all mixed into one sound.
The next strike came directly beneath the first. The first line still hurt like hell, a fire lit across her skin. The second seemed to intensify it. How many strikes? Would he cover her thighs?
“I can’t stand the thought of you with Roman,” he said, and she nodded through a haze of tears as the cane whistled down again. He was making orderly, parallel lines. The welts would remind her of him for the next week at least, and that’s if he hadn’t broken the skin. She couldn’t tell.
“But if we’re to have any chance at all, you must go back to him.” This time, when the cane rained down on her, she let her tears rain down with it. She didn’t want to go back. It would ruin everything, didn’t he see that?
Trevor tossed the cane to the floor, an unusual act for a man as controlled and careful as he was. He rolled her onto her back and she cried out as her fresh welts came in contact with the bed.
She was wet, ready for him, needing him more than she’d ever needed anyone in her life.
He watched her face as he undressed, first his belt, then his shirt, his boots, his pants. He let them lie where they fell, seemingly unable to take even the time to fold them like he’d always done in the past. Today was different.
He thrust himself inside her, standing, then collapsed on top of her and dragged her to the middle of the bed. The pain as her skin rubbed across the sheets only served to increase her lust.
“God, I missed this,” he whispered, burying his head into the crook of her neck. She kissed his ear, cheek, any part of him she could find with her mouth . . . his shoulder as he mounted her again and rode her hard, their bodies slick with sweat as they slid against each other.
His cock filled her, hitting her G-spot over and over until he switched his angle and hit her cervix. The pleasure followed by the pain heightened both sensations for her, and after a few bruising motions inside her, he switched back to stimulating her G-spot until she melted around him, her juices soaking the sheet beneath them.
“That’s my girl.” He pulled out of her.
You’re not done, you haven’t even come, she wanted to say, but she held on to her training and didn’t try to take charge of the scene.
“Has he taken you anally?” he asked. She knew the he in question was Roman, not Gregory.
“No, sir.” Saying no instead of “not yet” felt more respectful. It was clear where this was going. If Trevor and Roman couldn’t have a pissing match over who got her, it
would be who got to her first.
“On your hands and knees,” Trevor said, reaching for a bottle of lube. Slowly, with lubricated fingers, he moved his fingers deep inside her ass, creating a feeling different from what they’d just experienced, but just as enjoyable in a similar pleasurably-painful way. His fingers felt amazing.
But as the head of his cock pressed against her asshole, she moaned into the pillow, loving the feel of him inside her as the pain bloomed. He hadn’t even tied her up, and yet she felt relaxed and safe.
Roman’s words—“There’s nowhere for you to go”—came to mind, and her pussy pulsed with desire. She shook her head, wanting Roman out of her mind as much as she wanted more of Trevor in her body.
“Are you okay?” Trevor asked, pausing midthrust, his hands on her hips.
“Wonderful, sir.”
With that, he thrust deeper inside her ass and reached around until he found her clit. She didn’t try to fight his fingers, or the pleasure that he bestowed upon her like a gift. If her Master wished for her to have pleasure, then in her submission she should take it, no questions asked.
Her climax rose in time with his, and she came on demand, when he rubbed her clit fast and told her “Now.”
As she fell forward with the intensity of her orgasm, he pulled his cock out of her ass and came on her back, a hot spatter of come that reminded her of the wax Roman had dripped on her skin that first night as she masturbated.
Oh, Roman, get out of my head, damn you.
“Don’t move, sweetheart,” Trevor said. “I’m going to get a warm washcloth to clean you up.”
Panting, she remained on her stomach, taking note of how she felt. Thighs on fire, understandably, from the caning. Asshole sore but in a good way. Clit swollen and tingling from her orgasm. Womb cramping from the thrusts against her cervix. Trevor’s semen drying on her back.
All in all, she felt amazing.
“Thank you, sir,” she murmured as Trevor carefully wiped her back clean, and between her legs. She stretched like a cat, luxuriating in the privilege of being on a bed once more.
“May I rest here, sir?” she asked carefully. “I’ve never been in your bed before, and I really like it.”
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