The feel of Ben’s hard body against mine, his thick cock pressed against my belly… My hormones rioted from the memory. On top of that, I couldn’t stop thinking about the connection I’d felt to him when Mr. Parker had been flogging us. It was the same connection we’d made that first night the three of us role played and ended up making love in my bed.
No matter what anyone said, we were meant to be together. Unfortunately, rather than address the issue like a rational person, I’d gone off the rails and screwed it all up. As much as I wanted to fix things, I didn’t think it was going to be as easy as I’d hoped.
Grabbing my cell phone, I pulled up Mr. Snowden’s number and stared at the screen. I wanted to text him, to find out what he was doing. I was desperate to spend time with him, to prove I was worthy of his attention. I knew what I’d done had put a rift between us, but I desperately wanted to fix that.
Shoring up my nerve, I tapped out a message: I wanted to thank you for last night, Mr. Snowden.
I hit send before I could take it back. A few minutes later, his response came: It’s not me you should be thanking. Mr. Parker’s the one who included you.
Ouch.
I wasn’t sure he’d meant to be harsh, but that sure felt like a slap to the face.
I sent a reply: Understood.
Hating myself for trying to make amends, I tossed my phone on the cushion and glared at the television, hating even more that it was blurry thanks to the tears filling my eyes.
*
The rest of the weekend passed slowly. I did my best not to think about Mr. Snowden or Mr. Parker and spent most of my time organizing the apartment the way I wanted it. Admittedly, it felt a little more like home and I was feeling significantly better on Sunday night when I went to bed. The one thing I refused to do was be a prisoner to my feelings. If they wanted to write me off, who was I to try and change their minds?
Their loss.
But I was grateful it was Monday morning and we were back in the office. Although I loved my apartment and I was getting used to the peace and quiet, I was ready to be around a few people. I needed to keep my mind occupied, and though I loved reading, being immersed in someone else’s happily ever after while my heart was breaking in two wasn’t helping.
So, I came into work with a smile on my face and a goal in mind. That was all good and fine when the phones were ringing or emails were coming in. I was present and accounted for, but I found during the slow times—which were quite often—I couldn’t get my mind off everything that had transpired in the past month and a half. And the worst part was that every time I thought about it, I either wanted to cry or I started to sweat. Yep. Full-on perspiring thanks to a little too much heat blooming in my core.
It seemed those sexy memories far outweighed the negative ones and I ended up focusing on them.
Despite the fact that I’d been a member of BDSM clubs for years, I’d never experienced anything quite like the interactions I’d had with my two Doms. Certainly not anything as hot as the scene from Friday night. Not firsthand. Witnessed, sure. Been an active participant, no. I figured that had a lot to do with me not having been with a serious Dom before. Mr. Parker and Mr. Snowden had totally blown my mind. And to top it off, I’d had a front row seat to Mr. Snowden giving Mr. Parker what appeared to be a world-class blow job.
Cherry on top of the perfect-night sundae.
I couldn’t lie and say I hadn’t wished they would’ve allowed me to join in. That or that they would’ve turned some of that sexual prowess on me. Unfortunately, the orgasm I’d gotten from the flogger was the only one I’d had. But I wasn’t complaining. It was more than I’d expected, probably even more than I’d deserved.
Right now, I was silently wishing that the minutes would tick by faster, because I was having a difficult time focusing. Being that it was Monday, Mistress Jane had joined us. The Monday meeting had been rather mundane—certainly not anything like what Luci had said the meetings used to be like. Dale had informed us he needed a few hours off and I had offered to answer the phones while he was gone. Luci had enough on her plate now that she was gearing up to get married this weekend. Her mind certainly wasn’t on work, but I couldn’t very well blame her.
