“Do you care to elaborate on what you were thinking about?” I asked when she had finished every single bite on her plate.
She shook her head and reached for her wineglass. “No, actually, I wouldn’t.”
The smile she offered was endearing. I probably should’ve let her off the hook.
“I’m sorry. Let me rephrase that. You will elaborate.”
Her eyes glazed over and I knew in that moment that this girl needed our instruction. Straightforward commands worked well on her.
“I’d really like to know more,” Ben said, pushing his empty plate back and reaching for his wine. He looked as though he could’ve sat there all night and waited for her to speak.
“There is no more,” she said adamantly, then sighed heavily. “I was merely thinking about what the two of you would be doing while I worked at the club.” Those pretty pink cheeks darkened. “I thought it would be interesting to, you know, watch.”
“You really are a voyeur, aren’t you?”
Her eyes didn’t meet mine. “I told you I was.”
She had. Now I knew she was serious.
“I’m sure that can be arranged. Perhaps, once you’ve looked your fill, you could participate.”
Her eyes widened and an inquisitive glimmer made the blue sparkle. “Excuse my ignorance, but how…? How does that even work?” Addison motioned between me and Ben. “So, I understand bisexuality. It’s the whole Dom/switch/submissive thing that’s throwing me for a loop. It’s obvious you’re the Alpha Dom and he’s your submissive. So, how does it work if there is another…submissive?”
Alpha Dom?
A little redundant.
“By submissive, are you referring to yourself?” I asked.
“I don’t know. Maybe. But any submissive, I guess.”
“Male or female?” I could tell she didn’t intend to dig herself a deeper hole, yet she was getting quite good at it.
“I don’t know. Either.”
“It can’t be either. If you want me to explain a specific scenario, you have to be more specific.”
“Never mind,” she said with a huff.
“No,” I told her. “Let’s discuss it.” I got up and grabbed the bottle of wine and returned to the table. I filled all three glasses halfway, then took a seat. “So, which is it?”
“Fine. Hypothetically, let’s say the submissive is me.”
She was still blushing. It was so damn cute.
“So, you’d like to know how it will work between the three of us?”
“Yeah. I guess.”
She was trying so hard to be blasé, but I could tell she was sincerely curious.
“To put it simply, you will have two Doms and I will have two submissives,” I informed her. “My pup will have one Dom and one submissive.”
Her eyes widened and she glanced at Ben, who gave a curt nod in agreement.
When Addison peered back at me, she was frowning. “And that wouldn’t be weird for you? Having two submissives, but one of your submissives having…a submissive?”
“Why would it?”
“Because he’s your…yours.”
“That’s right, he’s mine.” I felt it was necessary to tell her the truth. “Under absolutely no circumstance will anyone else ever dominate him. He only submits to me.”
“But you’d be okay with him dominating…me?”
“It damn sure doesn’t turn me off when I think about it.”
“It doesn’t?”
“Not at all.” I picked up my wineglass. “And it’s my job to make sure he’s happy. If dominating you…or another submissive…makes him happy, then it would ultimately make me happy.”
“So, I can safely assume you’re bisexual?” she questioned. “Both of you.”
She already knew the answer to that because I had admitted that we’d played with Luci. But I answered her anyway. “We are. Both of us.”
“Does that bother you?” Ben asked her directly.
“Not at all.”
Her gaze danced back and forth between us. I could tell she had something on her mind.
“Spit it out, Addison.”
“From a logistics standpoint”—she waved her hand between us, her gaze remaining on me—“are you ever…the bottom?”
“No.” I had no issue being up-front with her about that.
“Never?”
“Never.” I regarded her for several seconds. When she didn’t say anything, I continued, “Does that bother you? Is it a requirement that my submissive top me?”
“No. Of course not,” she blurted, seemingly embarrassed. “I was just curious.”
“Understandable. Would you have a problem watching me dominate my submissive? And I’m not only referring to a scene. Would you have an issue watching me…fuck him?”
Her eyes glazed over again and I had to wonder just how much voyeur she had in her. Regardless, I was quickly identifying her hot buttons.
She was a tad breathless when she finally spoke. “No. It wouldn’t bother me.”
“Would you have a problem being dominated, sexually and otherwise, by my submissive?”
Her eyes darted to Ben. “No,” she said softly. “I would not.”
“What about being dominated by me? In every sense of the word. Will that be a problem for you?”
Again, she swallowed hard and this time she shook her head.
“I prefer words, Addison.” I preferred detailed responses to just about anything that I asked.
Addison cleared her throat. “No, I wouldn’t have a problem being dominated—in every sense of the word—by either of you.”
