Even if it wasn’t a long-term thing, it would be an experience if nothing else, right? And what woman wouldn’t want that? I wasn’t a prude. My sex drive was stronger than most. Sex wasn’t as emotional for me as it was for some women. Not in the traditional sense, anyway. I didn’t fall in love with every man I had sex with. Plus, I wasn’t turned off by many things, so the idea of a threesome didn’t bother me, either.
“That doesn’t mean Troy would be okay with it,” I told him.
As though he’d heard his name, Troy reappeared. I assumed he had gone to the restroom.
“Better?” Trent asked when Troy came closer.
“Yes.” His tone was somewhat robotic.
“Kneel beside Clarissa, boy,” Trent instructed. “I want you close enough to touch.”
While Troy went to his knees beside me, Trent leaned back, watching the two of us.
“Clarissa and I were just discussing how I want to share you with each other. She’s concerned you wouldn’t be interested in her.”
I hadn’t exactly said that.
“Do you find Clarissa attractive?” Trent questioned Troy.
“Absolutely,” Troy said on a rush of air. He glanced over at me. “You’re a very beautiful woman.”
His praise caused me to blush.
“Tell her, boy,” Trent commanded.
Troy’s eyes darted over to Trent, his eyebrows lifting in question.
“Have you fantasized about fucking her?”
That blush was back, and I found I liked Troy like that. He was sweet.
“Yes,” Troy confirmed.
“Then tell her.”
Troy’s eyes locked with mine. “I’ve … uh … yes. I’ve had some rather dirty thoughts where you’re concerned.”
“Does that answer your question?” Trent prompted.
I stared at Troy for a moment, feeling my insides coil tightly. I had the sudden urge to kiss him, to feel his lips on mine. It was a stupid response, one fueled by pure lust. Likely spurred by this conversation.
“Clarissa?”
I turned my attention to Trent.
“Yes,” I told him. “It answers my question.”
That one, anyway.
I didn’t bother to tell him I had at least a million more.
Trent
WHILE I KNEW WE STILL had time before the plane landed in Dallas, I wanted to get a verbal agreement from these two while I had them here. I could tell Troy was willing even if he was nervous. As for Clarissa, I wasn’t sure what she was thinking.
There was no doubt she was submissive. And although it sounded egotistical, I could tell she was attracted to me. Physically, at least.
But she seemed to have her guard up where I was concerned. I needed those walls to come down. I needed this woman to give me a chance to show her how great we would be together.
And I knew we would. I’d lusted after Clarissa for years, and now that she was within my grasp, the thought of her walking away was nearly unbearable. I could admit that I’d waited far too long to pursue her. I had wasted time, coming up with excuses or burying myself in work. However, I had never stopped wanting her.
“Are you still interested, Clarissa?” I needed a firm answer before I could proceed.
As she knelt before me, there wasn’t anywhere she could hide. Her expressions were guarded, but I could see the interest in her golden eyes.
“Would there be a contract?” she asked.
I hadn’t considered that. “Do you require one?”
She held my gaze for longer than I expected before she shook her head. “No, I don’t.”
“And why not?” I merely wanted to get her talking.
“Being that I’m a lawyer, it might seem somewhat contradictory,” she replied with a smile. “But in my world, contracts are legally binding. And while they help to define a few things, my education doesn’t allow me to see a D/s contract as such. It’s merely words on paper that two people claim to abide by. No law behind it.”
Her emphasis on the word claim told me more than she was willing to. I got the feeling she’d been in a bad relationship, one that likely had a contract that wasn’t abided by.
“Who was he?” I questioned.
Clarissa frowned.
“The Dom who didn’t abide by the contract.”
Her gaze dropped and she shook her head. “He was no one, really. However, he taught me a lesson that D/s contracts are only as strong as the weakest link.”
That was the case with pretty much anything, but I didn’t say as much.
“I can see it from your perspective.” I glanced between the two of them. “I’ve never been one to need a contract. Although, there will be a nondisclosure agreement. That’s necessary in my world.”
She nodded as her eyes lifted. “I wouldn’t mind rules and rituals, though.”
“What are rules and rituals?” Troy asked.
“Guidelines,” I explained. “Demands that I’ll make, requirements. Routines you’ll follow.”
“Got it.”
“Once you’ve agreed,” I told Clarissa, “I can certainly outline some.”
I could tell Troy was trying to follow along.
“Did you bring your limit list with you, boy?” I asked.
