So, there I sat in the dark with a glass of scotch in hand, waiting. For what, I didn’t know.
The first text from him came shortly before eight. I picked up my phone, took a deep breath, then read it slowly.
Ben: I would like to request the use of your playroom tonight.
Justin: Of course. Would you prefer me to leave?
Ben: No. I’d actually prefer you to stay. In fact, I’m going to require your assistance.
I hadn’t expected that request and my cock instantly stood at attention.
Justin: It would be my pleasure.
Ben: Thank you.
Justin: Is there anything in particular you were planning to use? I can get it set up for you.
Ben: The cell and the desk. We will have a prisoner tonight.
Son of a bitch. That was one scene Ben and I had never done. I’d purchased those items through an auction at a great price. I’d considered using it but hadn’t had the chance yet.
Justin: I look forward to seeing how it plays out.
Ben: As do I.
I knew he wasn’t talking about physically.
Justin: I assume this means we’re moving forward.
Ben: We are. All three of us.
For whatever reason, a thought struck me. A weird one I hadn’t expected.
While I sat there in the dark, I wondered if Ben intended to collar Addison. I had never thought about collaring a submissive. Not one before Ben, anyway. That reflected ownership and it was a very serious step, especially for a submissive.
Collaring Ben permanently wasn’t an option. For one, I didn’t want to see him in a collar all the time. There was something about the strong, independent man that I was intrinsically attracted to. I didn’t need to see a symbol of ownership around his neck. In fact, that would probably detract from everything. I liked knowing that Ben belonged to me, that he would do anything I asked of him because he was willing, not because he wore a symbol around his neck.
It was a different story at the club. He had a collar he wore while we were there, but that was due to protocol. It kept the other Doms/Dommes from assuming he was available. He damn sure wasn’t.
As for Addison…
The thought of her wearing our collar…
I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. A month ago, I would’ve said it was ludicrous. Now…I just didn’t know.
Justin: Well, I’m here at the apartment whenever you’re ready. Just tell me what you need.
Ben: Right now, I need you to be willing. As eager as I am, it wouldn’t be the same without you.
Sometimes I simply needed to hear things like that. Being the dominant in the relationship, I worked hard to show Ben how much he meant to me, how much I craved him, how much I needed him. As a submissive, he showed his ultimate loyalty to me through submission. However, Ben wasn’t the type to open up in words. Neither was I, though.
And that worked for us. Or it had.
Justin: I’m willing.
Ben: Here’s what I was thinking…
I continued to read the information that popped up on the screen, my dick getting harder with every word. It appeared he had it all planned out and the best part was that I was going to play a vital role. Although I was willing to sit this one out if he needed me to, I could admit that I would rather participate.
Justin: Looking forward to it.
Ben: I need you to remember one thing though.
Justin: What’s that?
Ben: Ultimately, I’m the one in charge tonight. No matter how I have it set up. Are you okay with that?
I couldn’t help but think there was a hidden message there. However, I wasn’t going to argue with him, so I responded with a simple yes.
I set my phone on the cushion beside me and downed the rest of my scotch. This was going to be a first for us. Anytime Ben and I had taken a submissive, it had been together, with me ultimately in control. Tonight was going to be a turning point for all of us.
That had a million questions bouncing around in my head.
Most importantly, when all was said and done, what role was I going to really play in all of this?
*
Ben
I DECIDED NOT TO BE completely forthcoming with Addison or Mr. Parker when it came to what I had planned for the evening. Mr. Parker knew the gist of it, even if he wasn’t aware of the ultimate twist. He would find out soon enough.
I heard the bathroom door open and turned to see Addison emerging from her bedroom, the corset in hand. She had put on the thong and part of me wanted to see her wearing only that. However, in order to set up the scene, I needed the corset, too.
Addison held out the blue and gold contraption.
“Turn around,” I instructed.
