Master appeared, holding a bottle of water.
“I got everything cleaned,” he told Sir as he peered down at me. He smiled and the sight warmed the remaining cold places inside. “Glad to see you made it back to us.”
To us.
His words had a strong emotion building in my chest. It was strange but not unwelcome. I found that being with both of them gave me a pleasure I’d never experienced before them. Although I had enjoyed being with both of them separately, I’d never felt anything as good as being with them at the same time.
I sat up on Sir’s lap, curling close to him as I buried my face in his neck. “Thank you, Sir,” I whispered softly.
“My pleasure, pet.”
The bottle of water appeared before me and I was ordered to drink. I took a few sips as my limbs gained more strength. When I tried to get up, Sir merely pulled me back to him.
“A few more minutes, then we’ll go.”
I studied his face. “We’re leaving?”
“Don’t want to overload your circuits on your first night.”
I smiled to myself. They’d already done that, but I figured he already knew, so I focused on my surroundings, my strength returning quickly.
“If you’re finished with me…” Master said, speaking to Sir.
“For now,” Sir told him. “Are you coming back to the house tonight?”
Master shook his head. “I’m staying at the apartment.”
I made sure not to move, not wanting them to see my disappointment. For a brief moment, I had hoped that Master would come back to the house with us. The thought of spending the night with both of them almost made me giddy.
“Okay,” Sir replied, his tone not hinting at what he thought about that. “I’m gonna take her home shortly.”
Master’s hand trailed over my cheek and I turned my attention to him. He was watching me closely, a wealth of emotion whirling in his hazel eyes.
“Thank you, little one.” His lips lowered to mine briefly.
I wasn’t sure what he was thanking me for, but I smiled. “Thank you, Master.”
With my arms around Sir, I watched as Master walked away, coming to a halt almost immediately when a woman moved into his path. She instantly dropped to her knees and bowed at his feet.
“Master Moore, it would be my pleasure to serve you.”
I could actually feel the ache in my chest as I watched another submissive present herself to Master. I knew I didn’t have any claim on him, but the thought of him taking his pleasure from her made my stomach knot.
A strong hand circled my arm and I realized I’d gripped Sir tightly. He soothed me by brushing his hand down my arm, his eyes focused on my face. I couldn’t look away as Master instructed the woman to get to her feet before he led her toward the stairs. When they disappeared from sight, I choked back a sob.
I didn’t have the right to be upset. Not to mention, I was with Sir and I wanted him with a passion that rivaled all. Had that submissive presented herself to Sir, I would’ve felt the same pain that I felt now.
Knowing he had sensed my discomfort, I looked at Sir, meeting and holding his gaze. I wanted him to see the true extent of my feelings for him. Like Master, I knew Sir didn’t want me for himself. I had learned that based on his response to me that morning at his house. Sure, they wanted to play and to enjoy whatever pleasure they could take from me, but they didn’t want me. Not the way that I wanted to be wanted.
It hurt to acknowledge, so I forced the thoughts away, grabbing the water bottle and chugging half of it down.
When I moved to get up, Sir didn’t stop me this time. He got to his feet and pointed at my clothes, which were sitting on the floor beside us.
“Get dressed.”
His words were clipped and I knew I had hurt him. Then again, they had hurt me and I couldn’t bring myself to feel sorry for him. Or for myself. I’d gone into this with my eyes wide open and it wasn’t fair for me to want something they weren’t willing to give.
Didn’t mean my heart wasn’t breaking.
•
The rest of the weekend was uneventful.
I spent Sunday at Sir’s. While he worked out in his gym, I meditated in the bedroom. And when he came to take a shower, he instructed that I spend at least thirty minutes walking on the treadmill. I did as he requested, then made lunch. We ate in silence, neither of us having anything to say.
That afternoon, he said he had some errands to run and left me alone. I continued reading the manuscript Master had given me a while back and lost track of time. Admittedly, I felt slightly better, getting lost in fiction, despite the fact that I was trying to figure out which scenes the author was worried about, then trying to visualize myself in those scenes, acting them out. I wasn’t sure Master still intended to do that, considering all that had changed between us, but I felt the need to fulfill his wish anyway, in the event he asked me to.
