“Make me come, Luci. I want to come in that sweet mouth.”
I focused my attention on giving Master what he needed while letting Sir drive me closer to climax with the delicious friction of his cock inside me.
“Oh, yeah. That’s it, baby. Just like…that.” Master’s hips stilled and his cock pulsed against my tongue as he came.
When he pulled back, my entire focus was on Sir as he drove into me again and again. I could tell he was holding back, but I wasn’t sure why. I couldn’t tell if he was trying to maintain control or if he merely thought this vanilla fucking was the only thing I truly wanted. None of it mattered a few seconds later because he reached around, his thumb working my clit, shattering my mind and my body at the same time as my release slammed into me.
I cried out his name as his fingers dug into the flesh of my hips, his body stilling as he followed me right over.
It took several minutes for me to come back to myself, and when I did, I realized two things.
First, the night had been amazing. Having both men focus their attention on me, making me feel like a princess while we existed in the vanilla world, something I could tell that wasn’t their preference but they’d done for me, was such an incredible feeling.
And second…
The night was apparently over, because as I was coming to, as my mind fixed firmly back in place, I watched as Master strolled out of the room, closing the door firmly behind him as Sir crawled into bed and pulled me against him.
I wouldn’t be sleeping alone; however, I wouldn’t be sleeping with both of them either.
I curled up to Sir, relishing the warmth of his arms. And as I drifted off, content to be with this man, the one who held half of my heart, I couldn’t help but wonder what I’d done wrong, why Master was abandoning me after what had quite possibly been the most perfect evening.
Seventeen
THE SECOND I STEPPED OFF the elevator this morning was like coming home. The first thing I saw was Jordan’s smiling face as he beamed back at me.
“Hello, gorgeous!”
“Jordan!” Although I’d seen him just two nights ago, it felt like ages since I’d been able to spend any real time with him, so my excitement at seeing him back in the real world was palpable. I knew he could tell by the way he stepped out from behind his desk and held out his arms to me.
I quickly hugged him, smiling from ear to ear.
“I’ve never met anyone quite so happy to be back at work,” he said as he pulled back.
“What can I say? I love this place.”
He pretended to gag. “We need to work on getting you a life outside of these walls.”
“That we do.”
We then agreed to meet for lunch to dish about everything now that I had nothing to hide from him. It felt good knowing that I didn’t have to keep my secret anymore, that when he said he wouldn’t judge me, he wasn’t trying to simply get me to spill my guts.
Knowing there was a ton for me to catch up on, I headed for my desk, desperate for something to focus on. Ever since Sir had taken me home yesterday morning, I’d spent more than enough time thinking about what had happened during my holiday vacation. The island, the party, the way Master had retreated completely. It was a mixture of fond memories and chaos that had consumed me, but now that I was back at work, I knew I could reset and put the past behind me.
Ben arrived at nine with a smile on his face.
“Good morning,” I greeted. “I’ve got coffee ready to brew.”
“That would be fantastic,” he said as he stepped into his office.
I hit the button on the coffeemaker and skimmed the calendar to see what was going on today. It seemed things would be relatively light, at least for the next few days. Probably because everyone was coming back from at least a few days off. It would allow me plenty of time to get through my email and figure out a plan for the coming weeks.
When the coffee was finished, I carried a mug into Ben’s office and placed it on his desk. He was hanging up his phone, a frown on his face.
“Is something wrong?”
His smile was forced when he looked up at me. “Not at all. Just something I need to take care of.”
He took a sip of his coffee, then turned his attention back to his computer. I slipped out quietly, curious as to what had made his smile falter in the few minutes he’d been there. I didn’t get a chance to find out, because a few minutes later he was carrying his mug out of his office and down the hall. He took a right, which would lead him to the back conference room.
