Page 141 of Their Famous Dominant (Office Intrigue Duet 4)
The three of us ate dinner at the bar—Clarissa and I sitting naked on the barstools while Master leaned against the counter—in relative silence. Every so often, Clarissa would sob again, but she wasn’t crying anymore. In fact, she was now smiling, which confused the shit out of me.
“If you’re finished,” Trent said when Clarissa and I pushed our plates away, “then I want you to both go to my bedroom. From tonight forward, you’ll both be sleeping in my bed.” His eyes locked with Clarissa’s. “And I promise not to pull the escape-and-evade bit in the morning.”
Admittedly, that was not disappointing. Although I’d slept in his bed since the night Clarissa left when Master fucked me so thoroughly, I had yet to wake up with him there. Not to mention, I had felt as though something was missing. Clarissa had been missing. I knew he felt it, too.
“I’m going to clean up, but I’ll be there soon.” The look Master shot my way left no room for argument.
I got to my feet and helped Clarissa to hers, then took her hand and led her down the hall to Master’s bedroom.
“Would you mind if I used the restroom?” she asked when we stepped into the room.
“Of course not. You can use that one.” I motioned toward the master bathroom.
While she did that, I slipped into the guest bathroom. Not only did I have to pee, I needed a few minutes to compose myself as well. I was slightly overwhelmed by how quickly everything had changed. Clarissa was back. She was here. In the flesh. I wanted to wrap her in my arms and never let her go. That saying You don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone, well, it’s a fact. I knew firsthand. While Clarissa had been in my life for such a short time, the past nine days had been hell.
After flushing the toilet, I turned to the sink. While washing my hands, I stared back at my reflection. I didn’t look different, but I certainly felt different. Maybe if I got some sleep, things would finally be back to normal tomorrow.
Normal.
Now that sounded weird.
I wasn’t even sure what was considered normal in this new realm I found myself in. The one where I had become a willing submissive and somehow fallen in love with two people. It was an entirely different world for me. The same world where I was forced on my knees for an extended period of time and I was required to watch as Master paddled Clarissa’s ass in order to erase a transgression that had altered our lives for what felt like an eternity.
Definitely not normal.
Plus, I was as naked as the day I was born. And that seemed to be the way Master wanted me. When we were here in the apartment, I was usually naked. At his request. So, I should’ve been used to it by now.
I wasn’t.
Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and damn near plowed right into Master, who was standing in the hallway. When my eyes met his, I saw something raw and powerful staring back at me.
“Are you hiding?” he asked with a seductive smirk.
“No, but part of me thinks I should.” I grinned in response.
“I would have to agree with you there.”
Master took a step closer and I turned, thinking he was going to move past me into the bathroom. Instead, he pressed me up against the door—each of us with one foot in the bathroom and one foot out—as I continued to stare into his eyes.
“Are you okay?”
That was the last thing I’d expected him to say.
“I … uh… Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Not too often do you find yourself sitting beside a woman while she gets her ass spanked.”
“True.”
“Did it bother you?”
One shoulder lifted slightly. “In the beginning, maybe a little. But I knew you weren’t hurting her.”
“Oh, I was hurting her,” he said. “Don’t ever doubt that. She didn’t enjoy that spanking one bit. Didn’t mean she didn’t need it, though.”
I wasn’t sure where this conversation was headed, but I couldn’t seem to look away from the man rooted in place in front of me. At some point, he had removed his shirt, so his chest was now bare, and I wanted nothing more than to run my hands over him, to feel all those smooth muscles beneath my palms.
His hand was in my hair, jerking my head back as he stared into my eyes. “What are you thinking about right now?”
“Putting my mouth on you, Master,” I said without hesitation. “Feeling your cock against my tongue.” It was the truth.
He growled, a deep, animalistic sound that had my cock throbbing.
“I’m thinking the same thing.” His lips brushed mine. “I want you in my bed now.”
“Yes, Master.” He should’ve known by now that I would do any damn thing he wanted.
