When the door closed behind them, I turned to face Langston. “This isn’t how I imagined this going.”
It appeared Langston had a difficult time looking me in the eye. “I know.”
“No,” I snarled. “You don’t know. I’m not willin’ to give her up. I’ve made myself clear. However, this is not how I want things. I want you involved. That’s the way we’ve always planned it. Sure, I want to dominate her, but I need to know that we’re on the same page. That we have the same goal in mind.”
“We do.” He looked torn, his eyes hooded. “I want the same thing you do. But right now isn’t the time. You need to spend time with her. Establish your role. She’s looking too much to me for dominance.” He sighed. “That’s my own damn fault. I get it. But this is the only way I know to fix things.”
“It’s a fucking mess,” I admitted. “You should’ve seen her face. She was devastated. And I knew exactly what she thought and I didn’t bother to correct her because I’m so fucking angry with you.”
Langston nodded. “You have every right to be.”
“This isn’t a game for me.” That was the problem. I didn’t want to play this way anymore. I wanted Justin and Ben out of the picture. I wanted Luci to belong to me and Langston. Enough of the office bullshit. I was tired of it. The closer I got to her, the harder it was to think about her with the two of them anymore. It made me see red to think about sharing her with them, or anyone for that matter.
“Address this issue with her,” Langston stated, his tone calm. “Punish her so she understands that you make the rules. She can’t walk all over either one of us. She certainly can’t top from the bottom, which is what she’s doing.”
“I know that.” And I did. But I had let her get away with it. That was my fault.
Langston leaned forward. “If I didn’t think this was what she needed, I would’ve been there on Saturday night. No one seems to see how much she wants to be dominated. She doesn’t want to make the rules. Hell, I even noticed how lost she looked this morning.”
She’d looked lost since we left the club. I saw it, and again, I’d done nothing about it.
“I’m tired of the fucking games,” I told him, locking eyes with my twin. “I’m in love with her, Langston. Don’t you get that?”
“Of course I do.” He immediately looked away. “I know exactly how you feel. Which is the very reason this has to happen. Once you address it with her, come talk to me. We’ll figure out what our next steps are.”
“I don’t want her to belong to Justin.” I hated admitting it, but I had to get it out there.
“I don’t either.”
“Yet that’s exactly what’s going to happen when my two weeks with her is up.”
Langston got to his feet, righting his jacket and buttoning it. “Give it some time. Luci knows what she wants. We have to trust her to make the right decision.”
I sighed, staring out the window as my brother left the room.
He was right about one thing. I did have to punish Luci for what she’d done. I couldn’t go on with her thinking that she could act out in an effort to get the attention she wanted. I needed to talk to her, find out what she was thinking.
Unfortunately, right now, the only thing I wanted to do was punish her, to make her see that she had hurt me with her actions.
The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. Not necessarily at her but at the situation. At myself for allowing this to happen.
More importantly, I needed her to tell me that she cared for me as much as she cared for Langston. Deep down, I knew it was true. However, I’d been far too passive over these past couple of months. I had allowed her to believe that I wasn’t capable of dominating her the way she needed. And my brother was right about that, too.
Luci was nothing if not submissive.
And now it was time I showed her who her master really was.
Thirty-Two
I HAD NO IDEA HOW long I knelt beside Sir’s desk, but I knew it had been a while. My tears had long ago stopped and my entire body was numb. I heard Justin and Ben return from the meeting. At one point, I thought I heard Langston’s office door close, but I couldn’t be sure. Still, I remained where I was, not willing to get up until Sir instructed me. I needed to apologize, to tell him how I felt, to beg him to keep me.
I played out what I wanted to say to him over and over in my mind until finally the door opened and Sir came inside. He closed the door. I didn’t look up, not wanting to disappoint him further.
