I was well aware of Clarissa’s deep breaths as she came down from that sensual high. I scanned the list again, adding a check mark here and there, placing a number where it belonged. I was supposed to be stating on a scale of one to five what I was and was not willing to do and how eager I was to do it. It wasn’t easy. I needed to Google some of this shit.
“Come here, sunshine.” Master’s voice was soft but rough. He was obviously affected by what had happened. “Thank you, pet.”
I had no idea what he was thanking her for. She was the one screaming out her orgasm.
“Now lift your breasts up for me one more time. I’m going to remove the clamps.”
I reached for my wine and knocked back what was left in my glass. I was damn glad Master had asked for two bottles. Maybe if I drained the other one I’d be able to walk off this plane. Otherwise…
“Boy?”
Keeping my eyes fixated on the table, I swallowed hard. “Yes, Master?”
“What were your instructions?”
“To look at the paper,” I said, frowning.
“Did you follow my instructions?”
“Of course, Master.”
“At no time did you look up?”
“No, Master.”
“Not even to look out the window?”
This time my head jerked up and my eyes landed on them. Clarissa’s body was concealed from me because she was straddling Master’s thighs.
“I … uh…” Damn it. I had looked out the window.
One of Master’s eyebrows raised. He was clearly waiting for me to admit it.
“Yes,” I said with a sigh. “I looked out the window.”
He nodded, his eyes narrowing. “Thank you for admitting it.” He pointed toward the doors at the back of the plane. “Now I want you to go kneel in front of my office door until we’re told to return to our seats.”
Fuck.
“Yes, Master,” I said as I pushed to my feet. My cock was still hard and Master’s eyes lowered to the front of my jeans, which didn’t help in the least.
“Oh, and boy?”
I pivoted to look at him.
“I want you naked.”
Double fuck.
“Go,” he said firmly.
As I began walking toward the back of the plane, undressing as I did, I got the feeling the remainder of the trip was going to be damned uncomfortable.
THIRTEEN
Clarissa
WE WERE IN THE LIMOUSINE that had been waiting for us at the airport when we landed half an hour ago. I had expected Trent to have the driver drop him off at his house and then for Zeke to take me home. Instead, Trent, Troy, Zeke, Tank, Ransom, and I were sitting in the limo outside of Trent’s house and had been for the past few minutes.
I thought for sure Zeke and Tank would get out as soon as we got back to the house, but they hadn’t. Surprisingly enough, Tank was the perfect dog. He didn’t move from where he sat on the floor between Zeke’s splayed thighs.
“Invite me over to your house, Clarissa,” Trent commanded, his voice soft as he leaned in closer to me.
I knew Trent wasn’t making a request, but then again, I didn’t think Trent made a lot of requests. He expected me to submit, to give in to his every command.
My eyes darted around the interior of the car, my mind far away at my own house, mentally surveying what it looked like.
I wished I could’ve defied him, told him I didn’t want company. My house wasn’t in shambles, but it was painfully obvious I was packing up to leave. The appearance didn’t bother me as much as the explaining would. No way could I continue to shrug off his questions. Not if I expected him to want to spend time with me.
Still, I couldn’t refuse him nor could I lie to him.
I took a deep breath, glanced at Troy, then Ransom and Zeke, before focusing my attention on Trent.
“Would you like to come to my place, Master?”
“I would. Thank you.”
I didn’t move other than to drain what was left of my wine, which we had brought with us from the plane. I’d only had one glass and it wasn’t nearly enough to quiet some of the chaos in my head, but it was better than nothing.
Trent turned his attention to Troy, who was sitting on the opposite side from us. Before we prepared to land, Trent had excused himself and headed to the back of the plane where Troy had been kneeling for nearly an hour. The two of them had disappeared into one of the rooms, then emerged a short time later, Troy fully dressed and Trent having changed out of his suit and into much more comfortable clothes. The man was no less intimidating wearing jeans and a T-shirt than he was in those immaculate suits he liked.
“Come here and kneel,” Trent commanded, spreading his legs to give Troy room between them.
