I jumped to my next question. “Where are we going?”
“That’s a secret.”
“But what if I don’t want to—”
Master jerked me to him again, slamming his lips over mine and making me moan. I melted against him, completely pliant, and he likely knew from that move alone that I would do anything he wanted.
When he was finished plundering my mouth, Master gripped my hair and pulled my head back. The sensual sting shot down my spine, making my pussy clench. I met and held his stare, waiting eagerly for him to tell me what was going on. I was so happy to see them, it didn’t really matter, but I could tell they had a plan.
“From this point forward, no more questions,” he commanded, staring down into my eyes. “At least not until we get there.”
I started to speak, but he cocked one dark eyebrow.
“No questions, pet. You’ll find out everything you need to know when we’re ready to tell you.”
I grinned. “Yes, Master.”
His smirk was wicked.
Landon—I meant, Sir—stepped into the room and my eyes shot to his as he held up a suitcase. “She’s all packed.”
“I’d prefer she go without clothes,” Master stated, deadpan.
“Trust me, she’ll be naked a good amount of the time.”
Mmm. I never thought I’d enjoy hearing that, but coming from them, it was nice.
Master released me and I turned to face Sir. He set my suitcase down on the floor, then reached for me.
“One day,” he said softly. “We didn’t last one whole day.”
“No, we didn’t.” I was including myself in there because I’d been going crazy without them.
Sir jerked me into his arms, his lips locking with mine and kissing me as passionately as Master had. I couldn’t resist gripping his shirt in my fist as I moaned, eager for more. I hadn’t realized it was possible to miss someone as much as I’d missed them in such a short amount of time.
“You trust us, sweet girl?” Sir rasped when he pulled back and looked into my eyes.
“Of course I do.”
“Good. Then I suggest you go change. And don’t bother with panties or a bra. They won’t be necessary. And though we’re not in the office, the rules still apply. No pants.”
I was long past trying to hide the grin that had overtaken my face. “Do I have time to shower?”
He glanced at his watch. “You have one hour. We have to run an errand, but we’ll be back. I expect you to have the door unlocked and to be kneeling here, waiting for us. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” My heart swelled and I felt dangerously close to bursting. The thought of submitting to both of them was…more than I ever could’ve hoped for.
Master turned me toward the bedroom, then swatted my ass, making me yelp.
I had one hour and I was going to be ready when they returned.
Ready and waiting.
Three
I WAS READY AND WAITING a good ten minutes before my hour was up. After they left, I had started the shower water and returned to lock the door so I didn’t have any unexpected guests while I was naked and wet. I then took what might’ve been the fastest shower of my life while still managing to pay special attention to every detail. After drying off, I donned a maroon maxi skirt and a flowy, black, off-the-shoulder sweater and a cute pair of black boots. I went with minimal makeup and left my hair down, letting it dry naturally in long, wavy strands.
I had even grabbed my coat, then checked my suitcase, tossing in my makeup and my birth control pills before grabbing my phone charger and placing it all near the door, which I then unlocked as Sir had requested.
The elevator dinged in the hallway and my heart picked up speed as I waited, kneeling by the door, eagerly waiting for them to return. I was still slightly shocked that this was happening. I hadn’t expected it and my excitement couldn’t be contained.
They were here.
For me.
When the door opened, I kept my gaze down, my palms up, paying attention to how I appeared to them. If Master and Sir listened closely, they could probably hear the solid pounding of my heart against my sternum. I could certainly hear it and it was loud enough to drown out almost everything else.
Two hands rested on my head briefly and a tingling sensation trickled down my neck, through my torso, and straight to my belly. No doubt about it, I was impatient.
And hopeful.
Definitely hopeful.
“Stand and greet your masters,” Sir instructed, his voice warm with approval.
Masters. That was music to my ears.
I got to my feet, then stood in front of them, glancing from one to the other. It took a tremendous amount of willpower not to bounce on the balls of my feet. I was so excited, my cheeks already starting to hurt from smiling so much.
