Page 103 of Their Famous Dominant (Office Intrigue Duet 4)
It was quite possible I wasn’t cut out for this.
But rather than dwell on my ridiculous emotional issues, I decided to look at tonight as a learning experience. If nothing else, I could walk away with the memories of being with Trent and Troy at the same time. I’d never been with a Dom who had another submissive. Not like this.
When it came to a lot of submissives, there was a significant amount of jealousy. Nothing abnormal and nothing that wasn’t the same within any relationship, vanilla or kink. It was only natural that a submissive who wanted one Dom for themselves did not take kindly to having another submissive vying for their attention.
And yes, when I thought back on it, I’d always wanted Trent for myself. Who wouldn’t?
So, I hadn’t expected I wouldn’t feel that rush of jealousy when it came to Troy. Especially here in a club, where the objective was to find a Dom and get the pleasure one sought from the experience. However, I wasn’t worried Troy would take all of Trent’s attention. I was simply waiting to see how this particular Dom would divvy up the time between us. I had to believe Trent knew what he was doing.
Bearing in mind how long I’d lusted after Trent, it would’ve made sense if the ever-present green-eyed monster had come into play. Except, when it came to Troy, there was something else that kept me from worrying about being cast aside and ignored. Attraction, perhaps. Or maybe because I was seeing this as short-term.
An ache took up space in my chest as I thought about not seeing Troy or Trent after tonight. Even if it was necessary for my sanity, I wasn’t sure I could walk away.
Suck it up, I silently chastised myself. Enjoy the moment. Don’t think about tomorrow. An experience, remember?
While I hoped for some of Trent’s attention, I knew Troy would need most of it here in the club. He was new to this, didn’t understand how it worked. I had been immersed in this lifestyle for as long as I could remember. I knew the ins and outs, had learned what to expect, how to react, how to perform. At this point, I could probably predict everything a Dominant would do. Nothing surprised me anymore.
Truth was, this was new for all of us. Troy was new to the scene, I was new to sharing my Dom with another submissive, and Trent was new to having two submissives, one of them being male. We were all experiencing this for the first time.
Except, Trent seemed to be hiding. He had cast us aside here in this lounge while he walked around and chatted with everyone else. I thought for sure we would be his sole focus tonight, but that didn’t seem to be the case.
Would we scene? Would Trent want to play? Perhaps in the dungeon? Or one of the more private rooms he’d shown me earlier? Or was his intention to simply parade us around so everyone knew he had two submissives?
I didn’t like the thought of that. Mainly because I needed a way to relieve some of this pent-up tension. The anger that had surged in my veins since early this morning was still a dull throb, an irritating reminder of how I’d let my emotions get the best of me. I simply wanted something to happen. In fact, I would go so far as to say I needed it.
Yeah, I said it.
I needed Trent’s attention, his ability to dominate me in a way no one else could. I was sure he had it in him.
Maybe.
“Pets, please join me.”
I turned at the sound of Trent’s voice, then instantly got to my feet. I dropped my gaze to the floor, placed my hands at the small of my back, and walked toward him, that stupid collar damn near choking me.
Trent reattached our leashes when we were both standing in front of him.
Probably shouldn’t complain about the collar when there was always that stupid leash.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Yep, I was slowly losing my mind. The more time I had to think, the worse it was getting. I needed something to happen before I forgot every single club protocol and told Trent where to shove it.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
“Did you get a chance to relax?” Trent asked, the question directed at both of us.
“I’m not sure relax is a word in my vocabulary at the moment, Master,” Troy said, his deep voice drawing my eyes up to his face.
Yeah. What he said.
“Remember my instructions,” Trent stated as he started walking.
Troy and I fell into step with him, keeping that small distance between us.
Excitement fizzed in my veins as soon as he started toward the stairs. Would we go up or down? Dungeon or playroom? Exhibitionism or privacy?
Finally, I had something to look forward to.
