It took everything in me not to rip into the box like a kid on Christmas. I managed to untie the bow and opened the box to find an exquisite silky black gown, a black G-string and matching strapless bra, along with a pair of sexy, strappy heels. I fought the urge to cry as I got dressed, not wanting to ruin my makeup.
When I was finished, I stared at myself in the mirror. I had never looked more beautiful in my entire life.
My phone chirped and I found myself giggling, my hands trembling from my nerves mixed with excitement.
Sir: Are you ready?
Luci: Yes.
There was a knock on the door and my heart leapt into my throat as I made my way over. When I opened it, my eyes widened when I noticed Master and Sir standing there, wearing tuxedos and matching smiles.
I’d seen these men in everything from shorts to jeans to immaculate suits, but nothing prepared me to see Master and Sir all decked out in formalwear. The sight of them made my heart skip a beat or two.
“You look beautiful,” Sir said, his eyes scanning me from head to toe as he took my hand.
“Thank you.” I felt beautiful. More so with them looking at me the way they were.
Both men gave me a quick kiss, careful not to muss me up, which I appreciated. I felt like a princess and I wanted to look the part for a little while longer.
After Sir handed me a black clutch that matched the dress, I tossed my phone and my apartment key inside, along with the lipstick the woman had left me with. They escorted me out of the building and down to an awaiting limousine.
“May I ask where we’re going?”
“We’re attending a party tonight,” Master informed me. “But first, we’re taking you to dinner.”
I couldn’t help but feel cherished that they had invited me. It had been a pleasant surprise, one I would likely never forget. In fact, I was sure I would never forget a single moment spent with these two men. Not as long as I lived.
•
Dinner had been at a high-end restaurant where we dined on exquisite pasta and fine wine. The conversation had been light and enjoyable. Most of the time I reminisced about our time on the island while they watched me with amusement.
Afterward, we got back into the limo and headed for our final destination. I had no idea where we were going or what we were going to do when we got there, but it didn’t matter because I was with Master and Sir and they’d already made this a wonderful evening.
“The host of our party is TJ Arlington,” Master relayed as the car came to a stop at a red light.
Okay, so maybe it did matter.
My eyes widened and I suddenly felt a cold chill race down my spine. I did not want to be an ornament tonight. In fact, I would’ve preferred to go back to my apartment and watch Netflix and chill before I wanted to walk one foot behind my masters while keeping my eyes down and my mouth shut. I was just about to tell him that when he cupped my cheek.
“Tonight’s party is vanilla, pet. No ornaments, no naked submissives. We’re going to enjoy ourselves. Maybe dance a little, have some champagne, and ring in the new year with friends.”
Relief was instant, rushing out of my body on a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding.
Master smirked. “We have been known to exist without bondage and discipline as the theme for the evening.”
I smiled. “Thank you, Master.”
“No, thank you, pet. Tonight is about the three of us spending time together and nothing more.”
Sir turned my head to face him. “However, I can guarantee you will be naked before the sun is up.”
I lifted one eyebrow, hoping he would enlighten me.
“We’ll be spending the night at the apartment tonight. And unless you would rather go home, we would like you to join us.”
“I would love to,” I blurted.
“Good.”
The limo came to a complete stop.
“Now let’s go inside, enjoy ourselves and bring in the new year together. Then we’ll go back to our apartment, strip you out of this sexy dress, and ravish you until you can’t breathe.”
Now that sounded like a fabulous plan.
The driver exited the limo first, coming around and opening the door. Sir climbed out, then held out his hand for me. I joined him and Master followed. Both men placed their hands on the small of my back and we headed inside. It was freezing, but they had thoughtfully brought a wrap that helped to ward off some of the chill. Thankfully, the walk to the front door only took a minute and then we were ushered into the warmth of TJ’s house.
This time I got to look around, taking it all in, admiring the art that decorated the walls, the exquisite fixtures, the high-end everything. The house truly was a mansion fit for a king.
