“For the record,” Landon offered when we stepped into the small office downstairs, “it’s incredibly rude for the hosts to disappear like this.”
“I’m not going to keep you,” I told him. “I simply need to know what’s going on.”
“As we told you,” Langston stated, “we altered our holiday plans to spend more time with Luci.”
“Obviously,” I huffed. “However, you didn’t mention you were whisking her away to the island.”
“Does it bother you that we did?” Langston countered.
I could tell he was in full control mode. He was the king of this castle, so to speak, and he intended to make sure everyone else knew it.
Good thing I wasn’t one to cower to other Doms who had a superiority complex.
“What’s the protocol while we’re here?” I growled, crossing my arms over my chest.
“We’ve informed Luci that she’s our submissive,” Landon said, motioning between him and his twin, “while we’re here on the island.” Before I could speak, he held up his hand. “However, we are still abiding by the office agreement. She will not have sex with anyone else.”
Well, that was a given. I knew better than to think she would, for the simple fact that Landon and Langston were far too possessive to let that happen. They had all but claimed the woman indefinitely.
And that was what pissed me off the most.
“During the scene, we would appreciate if you and Ben maintained some separation,” Langston stated, glancing between the two of us.
“I’m fine with that,” Ben said, looking over at me.
“As long as you do not utilize anyone else for a scene,” I told him.
Landon frowned. “Of course not. Should we need assistance, we would only use you or Ben.”
“Me,” I clarified. “For the time we are here, Ben will be my submissive. He will not be acting in a Dominant fashion.”
“Understood.”
It was a power play, I knew. One I didn’t generally succumb to, but I couldn’t deny that I was disappointed with the way things were going. I wasn’t willing to let Luci go. And I certainly wasn’t willing to stand back and not fight for her when I knew good and damn well that Langston had no intentions of collaring her. Had I thought he was looking to go that route, I would’ve willingly stepped aside.
However, I could tell that nothing had changed in that regard. For one, she wasn’t wearing a collar. Not even a temporary one, which would’ve made all these people realize that Luci had been claimed. Had I been in charge of the party, she would’ve at least worn a protection collar, signaling to every other Dom that she was not to be touched.
I had no fucking idea what Landon and Langston were up to, but I knew Luci was still being strung along. Not that she looked upset. They were obviously caring for her the way she deserved. Even I could tell she was quite content to be here.
“We would like to ask that the two of you stay tonight,” Landon said. “Once the party winds down, everyone will be taking a boat back. However, we would like to continue to play with Luci while the two of you are here.”
At least we were being included somewhat. I nodded in agreement.
“If there’s nothing else”—Langston narrowed his eyes—“we have a room full of people who we need to attend to.”
I nodded. “Fine. But should anything change, I expect to be notified immediately.”
Langston shook his head as he turned toward the door. “I told you, nothing’s changed. I’m not sure why you keep harpin’ on it.”
He didn’t let me get a word in before he stepped out of the room, leaving the rest of us behind. Landon followed him, which then left me and Ben.
“Master? Is there anything I can do for you?” Ben offered when I turned toward the window, looking out over the ocean.
I shook my head. “Not at the moment.”
However, I was sure I would think of something.
Eventually.
Twelve
OKAY, I COULD ADMIT THAT there were, in fact, plenty of similarities between the vanilla world and the kink world. Most of which pertained to interactions, conversations, and the ability to laugh and joke regardless of role.
I spent the first half hour after Master’s speech mingling with the guests outside while enjoying fruity cocktails that were being poured by one of TJ’s additional band of submissives. The atmosphere was relaxed, the conversations spirited, and I was truly enjoying myself. It was a bit easier not having to worry about what was coming next.
Plus, I got to spend time with my masters, relishing the conversations and getting to know them a little better. For instance, I learned that Master had a penchant for the flogger, and at one time, there had been a line of submissives at the club wishing to spend time with him. I also learned that Master preferred steak to chicken, beans more than rice, and would rather hire someone to cook for him so that he didn’t have to spend time in the kitchen. Well, I actually knew that last part.
