It did things to me that I couldn’t even explain. I wanted to own him, heart, body, and soul. I wanted to force his submission, to make him worship me. The man blew my mind, had since the first time I laid eyes on him and pretty much every single minute since.
Sometimes it was hard to believe that he was mine.
Which led me to my question. “Do you want Addison?”
“I do, Mr. Parker.” His voice was rough with need, his hand still grinding against my denim-covered dick.
“Do you want her to submit to you?”
He nodded. “Yes. Absolutely.”
As much as I wanted to be the one to dominate the two of them, for whatever reason, that turned me on, too. Perhaps that proved how warped I was, but I couldn’t deny that knowing I had the option of watching my submissive take another submissive… It made my dick even harder, which I assumed he could tell beneath his hand.
That didn’t mean I didn’t want Addison to submit to me, because I did. I was dominant in every sense of the word and control was my middle name. However, my lust skyrocketed when I thought about watching my pup command Addison, to observe their interactions while she gave him her ultimate trust.
But if things did go that direction, I knew we were potentially venturing down a very slippery slope. I needed some clarification before I could make the decision as to whether or not we would move forward.
“Do you want her to submit to me?”
“If it pleases you, Mr. Parker.” I could see in his eyes that he was sincere.
“What would please you?” Above all else, I wanted to ensure I gave Ben everything he needed. It had taken years for me to acknowledge, but he had become the most important thing in my life. And although I demanded his submission, for me, it was about meeting his needs, taking care of him.
“You please me, Mr. Parker,” Ben said gruffly. “Everything you do pleases me.”
“Lean forward,” I commanded roughly.
When he was close enough, I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him closer, fusing our lips together. In a desperate act of dominance, I thrust my tongue past his lips and kissed him hard, groaning into his mouth, making sure he heard exactly what he did to me.
“I need you, pup,” I growled as I thrust my hips forward, increasing the pressure of his hand on my cock. “In every way. I fucking need you.”
I crushed my lips to his again, tightening my grip on his head as I held him still, kissing him with every ounce of desire that fueled me.
When I pulled back, we were both breathing hard. I could see the lust burning brightly in his gaze and I knew he needed my dominance as much as I needed to give it.
Fortunately for Ben, I was willing and able.
In fact, I was unable to hold back.
And I had no desire to, either.
*
BEN
FUCK.
When Mr. Parker turned on the heat, the guy made it difficult to breathe.
Somehow I managed, even as his tongue brutally thrust against mine, his hand tightly gripping the back of my head and his cock damn near waging war with his zipper beneath my palm.
With every breath, my body burned hotter, my desire for this man morphing into something tangible, a physical presence between us that seemed stronger than we were.
But it wasn’t merely his dominance that did it. Sure, I could feel his power, the desperate need to control, but I could also feel his vulnerability. It was potent, all-consuming. I knew he was focused solely on me and I craved these moments.
“Stand up, pup,” he ordered, leaning back in the chair and regarding me. His chest heaved as he fought for breath the same way that I did.
I forced myself to my feet but didn’t move from where I stood before him.
“I want to see you naked,” Mr. Parker stated, a definite command. “Right now.”
While his warm blue eyes regarded me, I toed off my shoes and unbuttoned my jeans, never looking away. My skin heated as his gaze slowly perused every inch I revealed.
Within minutes, I had shed the remainder of my clothing and stood before him naked.
“Stroke your cock,” he insisted.
Wrapping my hand around my aching dick, I fisted it slowly, inching up, then down.
“I love watching that,” he said absently. “Love that you do whatever I tell you.”
This was a side of myself I had known existed even before I’d married Simone and lived a completely vanilla life. In my defense, I’d been twenty-six and utterly inexperienced in this world I was now ensnared in, not even remotely understanding my desires. I had never truly thought I would find someone who could meet all my needs; therefore, I had settled, even though that hadn’t been fair to either of us.
