“Is your pussy greedy for attention?”
Even more so when he said things like that.
“Yes, Sir.” The words escaped on a breathless moan.
“Then you might enjoy what Langston has in mind for you.”
“Only if it pleases you, Sir.” Honestly, I didn’t care what happened, as long as Sir was happy. This was my time with him, not Master. If he wanted the three of us to spend the evening together, I was all for it. If he wanted it to be just him and me, I was all for that, too.
Sir’s fingers slipped from my body and he curled his hands around my hips, pressing his forehead to my belly. I glanced down, confused by the response. Unsure what to do, I put my hand on his head, holding him to me. His hair was silky and soft.
“The last thing I want to do is to confuse you, Luci.”
When he pulled back and looked up at me, I went to my knees before him.
“You’re not confusing me, Sir. I’m well aware of what you and Master want. I want the same thing.”
Something passed in his eyes, but I wasn’t sure what it was. It was slightly terrifying because I was pretty sure it didn’t end with a happily ever after.
Not that I was expecting it. I knew what was going on here. This wasn’t a promise of something more, it was an arrangement, one I fully intended to abide by. However, I couldn’t deny that I’d fallen in love with Master and Sir. That didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy the time we had together. I was one of those people who understood she couldn’t always get everything she wanted.
I noticed the moment he masked his expression, but I forced a smile.
“I’ll go get dressed, Sir.” I got to my feet. “And you can surprise me with whatever you have planned.”
“When you’re finished, I’ll shower and we’ll go.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
He nodded, but he didn’t stop me when I turned to go.
Although there was a slight amount of trepidation curling deep inside me, I vowed to enjoy the evening, regardless of what happened.
And I also promised myself that I wouldn’t think about tomorrow.
Only tonight.
Thirty-Five
I DON’T REMEMBER THE LAST time I went to a movie. It wasn’t something I tended to indulge in, choosing rather to watch Netflix at home or rent movies through Apple or Amazon.
However, I was excited about the possibilities.
Sir had taken me to a very nice restaurant where we dined on seafood and wine. He shared some stories about him and Langston when they were rambunctious teenagers. I’d learned that they had become members of their first BDSM club at the ripe old age of twenty-two while they were still in college. That hadn’t surprised me in the least, considering what I knew of their parents. Although not directly, they’d been introduced to the lifestyle at a young age. For two alpha men, exploring the BDSM world seemed the natural next step.
When I’d asked what had gotten them interested in public relations, Sir had informed me that it had been a fluke. A friend of theirs knew someone who knew someone else who was publishing a book. They were curious as to how to market that and, according to Sir, the rest was history. They’d helped that person get the word out about their book and their names began circulating, especially when that person hit the New York Times best-seller list. So I guess the rest really was history; they’d only gone up from there.
When we arrived at the theater, Sir retrieved our tickets from a woman standing behind a long counter at the front of the place. I instantly realized that this wasn’t a normal movie theater. Rather than a popcorn stand, there was a bar. Instead of dozens of people standing around, kids running amok, there were pool tables and tall tables where adults sat enjoying drinks and laughing.
“I heard there was some riffraff in the place tonight,” a deep, booming voice said, causing Sir to turn around.
There was an older man, probably in his mid-fifties, standing there, a wide smile on his face.
“That’s because like attracts like, Bill,” Sir said with a huge grin. “It’s good to see you again.”
“Likewise, kid.” Bill’s voice boomed through the room.
The men shared one of those bro-hugs that consisted of rough pats on the back before they pulled apart and Sir placed his arm around me, pulling me close.
“Bill, I’d like you to meet Luci.”
Bill turned warm brown eyes on me and his smile widened even more.
“I’ve heard so much about you, young lady. Welcome to my establishment.”
When I went to shake his hand, Bill pulled me in for a hug, making me giggle.
“I’m glad you could finally stop in, check the place out.”
“Thanks for accommodating us tonight,” Sir replied.
“My pleasure. Even if it is a Friday night.” Bill chuckled. “Well, you kids have fun now. I’ve got to go say hello to some more riffraff.”
