Page 114 of Their Famous Dominant (Office Intrigue Duet 4)
Taking a deep breath, I turned to Troy. “Boy, will you please order something? Have it delivered to the building, and I’ll go down and get it when they arrive.”
“Of course. Is there something specific you’d like?”
I glanced at Clarissa. “Do you like pizza?”
She seemed to relax. “I do, Master.”
“While I change, figure out what you both want and order anything you’d like. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
“Master, may we get dressed?” Clarissa called out as I was leaving the room.
I turned toward her, letting my gaze slowly run over her naked form. “No. I prefer you both naked for now.”
“Yes, Master.”
I certainly wasn’t finished with them tonight.
However, I had yet to figure out just what to do to shift us back on the right course.
Troy
I HAD DONE SOMETHING WRONG. I knew it, but I didn’t know what it was.
Something had changed with Master tonight. He’d been eager and willing to play, but he’d abruptly put a stop to that. For an hour and a half, we’d been left to our own devices, having absolutely no idea when he would return. At one point, I had wondered if he would at all.
Not that we remained silently kneeling all that time.
Well, we had been kneeling—I knew because my thighs were aching from the position— but not silent.
When we first arrived in the apartment, I’d tried to make conversation with Clarissa, but she had clammed up. It wasn’t until I started talking about my childhood that she had opened up. Not a lot, but it was more than I’d expected.
It was obvious she wanted to talk, and I had definitely wanted to listen, so we’d spent some time chatting about high school, first crushes, losing our virginity. I’d told her about my parents and my father’s disapproval of me not wanting to take over the family business.
But the second the doorknob turned, she had shut down completely. Gone was the sweet woman I’d been getting to know, and in her place the plastic doll she had become ever since she stepped into the club tonight.
“What do you like on your pizza?” I asked as I retrieved my cell phone from the bar.
Master preferred a specific pizza joint that was likely getting ready to close. I was hoping his celebrity would pay off at the moment, though. Rather than try to order online, I decided to call directly.
“I usually go for veggies,” Clarissa said. “But I’ll eat whatever you want.”
When the man answered the phone, I quickly introduced myself and he was more than willing to deliver for Master. A few minutes later, after I’d ordered a veggie pizza for Clarissa, pepperoni for Master, and Canadian bacon and pineapple for myself, I told the man to have the driver text me when he arrived, and someone would be down to pick it up.
“Are you okay?” I asked when I noticed Clarissa had wrapped her arms around herself. “Are you cold?”
Her eyes shot up to my face. “No. I’m fine. I…”
Master appeared in the room wearing a pair of navy blue pajama pants and nothing else. I could completely understand why Clarissa’s words trailed off, because seeing him like that, those pants riding low on his hips, was enough to dry up anyone’s mouth.
“Did the club close down?” I asked him when he took a seat on the sofa.
“It did,” he confirmed, his eyes darting to me before turning to Clarissa. “Come here, sunshine.”
Rather stiffly, Clarissa moved toward him.
When she was close enough, he pulled her into his lap, positioning her so that he could hold her.
“Boy, come here.” He patted the cushion beside him.
I took a seat, my bare ass on the leather cushion. It felt strange being completely naked in front of them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It would probably take some getting used to, but I was sure I could get there. Especially if it meant Master looking at me the way that he was.
Master shifted. “Take her feet in your lap,” he instructed.
I did, moving back so that Clarissa’s calves rested against my thighs.
“Touch her.”
I placed my hands on her smooth, warm legs. Her toes curled under as I began moving one hand gently, gliding over her skin.
“Sunshine, lean your head back on the armrest.”
He moved again so that she could lean back. Master placed one hand on her chest, directly above her beautiful breasts, the other on her stomach.
“Relax,” he told her. “I want you to close your eyes and breathe.”
It took a moment, but finally, her muscles loosened.
“What do you see when you look at her?” he asked me.
“A beautiful woman,” I admitted honestly.
“Very beautiful,” he agreed, his fingertips beginning to move over her skin. “The most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, in fact.”
Clarissa’s eyes shot open and locked on Master’s face.
“A woman I want in my bed and on my arm,” he admitted. “Every day. Not just here in the club.”
