“I could see it in her eyes.” Feel it in her kiss, taste it on her tongue.
“Did you…do anything?”
I smiled. “I kissed her good-night.”
He nodded, then motioned me over. “Come here, pup. Now you can kiss me good-night, too. First my lips, then my cock.”
And I was certainly more than happy to do that, so I went willingly.
Fourteen
ADDISON
THE FOLLOWING MORNING, MY ALARM went off at six thirty.
Too bad I’d already been up for a solid hour at that point. In fact, I was ready by six.
Well, not completely ready.
As I stood in the doorway to my closet, perusing the vast array of things before me, I had yet to figure out what I wanted to wear for my first day on the job.
It was a big decision. Making a good impression on my first day. At my new job!
Rather than dance around my bedroom like I had after my shower, I remained where I was, shoulder resting on the doorjamb, coffee mug in my hand as I stared at all those clothes.
I had at least a dozen things to choose from. Due to the fact that the majority of what they’d bought me happened to be either skirts or dresses, I got the distinct feeling that Mr. Parker and Mr. Snowden would prefer me to dress accordingly and the decision wasn’t an easy one.
That was one thing I’d always wanted from my Dom. Someone to pick out my clothing so that I didn’t have to. Maybe not all the time, but when it mattered most. I knew that not all submissives were looking for the same thing, but I yearned for something more than a mere play Dom. For me, Domination and submission wasn’t purely sexual. I needed it to feel structured. For a moment, I tried to imagine what either of them would pick out for me.
And once again, my mind was on them.
I’d spent the better part of the night tossing and turning on the ridiculously comfortable king-sized bed, beneath the super-soft bedding in an overly large bedroom. Needless to say, I’d felt completely out of my element but incredibly grateful at the same time. No doubt about it, this was the nicest place I’d ever stayed in my life. It was hard to believe that this was mine, even if it was on loan until I could get on my feet.
I had to admit that some of my tossing and turning could be attributed to Mr. Snowden’s wickedly dirty instructions. I had done exactly what he asked, stripping off my clothes, crawling into bed, toying with my nipples, then slipping my hand down between my legs and teasing myself mercilessly. And when I came, I cried out both their names over and over, wishing they’d been there with me.
Which, now that I thought about it, had defied Mr. Snowden’s directive. That made me rebellious, did it not? I smiled.
Perhaps I was going to live up to Mr. Parker’s name for me after all.
Slow your roll, Addison.
Okay, fine. I was getting carried away. It was probably a little too early to start thinking about how much I looked forward to this thing that was quickly building between us.
Now, as I skimmed the clothes in the closet, I tried to determine what Mr. Parker and Mr. Snowden would like to see me in. I had absolutely no idea what their interests were, but I figured since they’d purchased these items specifically, something in here would work.
Before I could make my choice, there was a knock on my door.
Since I’d been walking around in my panties and bra—they matched!—I quickly grabbed the red silk robe from the closet and pulled it on.
Seconds later I was at the door, peeking through the security hole.
Mr. Parker.
Uh-oh. It was 6:47 a.m., so I doubted this could be good.
“Good morning, Mr. Parker.” I flashed him a nervous smile as I pulled the door open.
I took a moment to drink him in. He was dressed to impress in a dark navy suit, crisp white shirt, and a pinstriped blue tie. He looked good enough to eat.
“Good morning, little rebel,” he said, his eyes roaming over me slowly. “Good. You’re not dressed yet.”
“Um…no. I was about to…” He glanced past me and I realized I should invite him in. Stepping back out of the way, I forced another smile to hide my nervousness. “Please come in.”
“Thank you.”
Before I could close the door behind him, Mr. Snowden appeared. My breath instantly lodged in my throat as memories of our kiss last night slammed through my brain.
“Good morning,” I greeted.
“Good morning, precious.” His smirk was wicked and he looked like sin on a stick.
I’d seen the man over the weekend, but evidently, he’d been dressed down during that time. That certainly wasn’t the case at the moment. The light gray suit he was wearing was tailor-made to fit him perfectly and he wore it well.
