Page 111 of Their Famous Dominant (Office Intrigue Duet 4)
For a brief moment, Trent blocked our views of one another, but then he went to his knees. My breath hitched because I knew what he was about to do, and I wanted to watch, wanted to see Trent take Troy’s cock in his mouth.
Troy clearly did, too, because his eyes dropped to Trent.
“Watch her,” Trent snapped. “You disobey one more time and I stop.”
“Oh, fuck,” Troy hissed when Trent’s hand curled around his cock. “Yes, Master.”
Wanting to ensure Troy earned the pleasure he was desperately hoping for, I moaned softly as I began teasing my clit with the vibrator. It wasn’t doing anything for me because I was too caught up in the two of them, but I could easily act the part. Those dark eyes roamed over me while I played with myself. This was my job and I wanted to do it effectively. The last thing I wanted was to disappoint Trent.
“Do you want my mouth on you?” Trent asked Troy.
“Yes, Master. So fucking badly.”
Troy’s eyes remained on me, but I wasn’t sure he was seeing anything when Trent’s head shifted forward. I couldn’t necessarily blame him. This had to be pure torture. He’d been told he was not allowed to come, but I knew firsthand how wicked Trent’s mouth was.
For several minutes, I could tell Troy was fighting the urge to look down. He would press his hips forward, but Trent would pause only for Troy to stand straight once again.
I was focused on the bobbing motion of Trent’s head as he teased Troy with his mouth. The soft moans and groans that filled the air made the hair on my arms stand on end.
Troy hissed, and his head fell back.
Trent was instantly on his feet, proving that he’d meant what he said.
“What did I tell you?” he asked as he stepped behind Troy again.
“That you would stop if I took my eyes off Clarissa.” Troy’s disappointment rang clearly in his words.
“Now you know I’m serious.”
“I’m sorry, Master. Your mouth … it felt so fucking good on my dick.”
Trent watched me as he stood behind Troy. “You haven’t come yet, sunshine. Why not?”
No, I hadn’t. “You didn’t tell me to, Master.” A soft moan escaped me as their full attention heated me from the inside out.
I noticed Trent’s eyes narrow. He didn’t seem pleased by my response.
“You needed me to instruct you to come?”
“I…” Yes. I did. But I knew that wasn’t the right answer. “I … I was so caught up in what you were doing.”
“And what was I doing?” he probed.
“Sucking Troy’s cock.”
Troy moaned.
“Did you enjoy watching?”
“I couldn’t really see anything, Master.”
“But you were turned on?”
“Yes, of course.”
His eyes dropped to my pussy. “You don’t look turned on.”
I frowned. “I … uh…” What was I supposed to say to that? Was this some sort of trick? Or maybe a test? Yes. That had to be it. He was testing me. I’d used the toy exactly as he instructed and he hadn’t told me to come.
Trent reached up and released Troy’s arms from the hook in the ceiling.
“Since it’s apparent I need to outline every single detail, we’re finished for now.”
What?
He was ending the scene?
Just like that?
I didn’t understand. I did everything he’d asked, exactly as he had instructed.
“I want you both to head up to my apartment.”
I dropped my hand and glared at him, my eyes following him as he moved around to stand beside the bed.
“Do you have a problem with that, Clarissa?”
Nope. I was no longer sunshine, his submissive. I was back to being Clarissa, the woman who had clearly disappointed him.
He held his hand out to me, his eyes narrowed and a strange look on his face. He was not happy.
Forcing a cheerful tone, I smiled. “No, Master. I don’t have a problem. Whatever pleases you.”
“Give me the toy.” He took it from my hand. “I want the two of you to go up to my apartment. Do not bother getting dressed. Once you’re up there, I want you both to kneel in the living room and wait for me.”
“Of course, Master.” Without his help, I climbed down from the bed.
Trent turned away and mumbled something I couldn’t quite make out. Rather than question him—it wasn’t my place and he’d already given me instructions—I grabbed my clothes and waited for Troy to get his before I followed him out of the room.
Walking naked through the club wasn’t my favorite thing, but for some reason, I couldn’t even worry about it. This was obviously punishment.
Although, for what, I didn’t know. I had absolutely no clue what had gone so terribly wrong.
Trent
AFTER TROY AND CLARISSA LEFT the room, I took my time packing up my things before wiping down the room and tossing the bedding onto the floor. One of the submissives would be in at the end of the night to retrieve it and send it to be laundered.
