“Yes,” she said quickly. “I’m interested.”
“And what’s the appropriate way to answer?”
“Yes, Master,” she said softly, her eyes glazing over. “I would be interested in what you can give me.”
“Good. Then this morning we’ll handle the business at hand. And tonight, when we return to Dallas … that will be strictly pleasure.” I peered over at Troy. “The same goes for you, boy.”
Once again, both of their mouths opened as they stared at me like I’d grown a third eyeball.
I did enjoy keeping them on their toes.
Troy
I LOOKED LIKE AN IDIOT.
I knew I did, but I was having a difficult time doing anything except running Trent’s statement through my head on an endless loop. The man had admitted he was attracted to me.
As for whether that’s appropriate or not, I haven’t decided. Doesn’t mean I don’t have the urge to dominate him.
Honest to God, I would’ve expected Trent to admit to some heinous crime from his childhood before I ever would’ve thought he would announce that he was attracted to me.
And he’d said it so casually, as though it wasn’t a big deal.
It was a huge deal.
Huge.
Trent Ramsey wanted … well, he wanted me.
And by God, I wanted him, too.
Then again, I wasn’t quite sure what it meant to be dominated by the man. As far as Domination and submission went, I wasn’t versed in the lingo. Perhaps dominating me didn’t consist of the kinky things I had in mind. In fact, I wasn’t even sure it consisted of sexual relations. Did it? Or could he merely want to … tie me down? Chain me up? Whip me? Hell, I had no idea.
“Troy? Are you okay?”
I snapped my attention back to the present and stared at my boss. That was when I noticed Jill placing my orange juice in front of me. I immediately thanked her and prayed I wasn’t blushing. It wasn’t a very masculine thing to do, but I felt my skin flush all the same.
“I’m fine.”
He cocked an eyebrow.
“I mean, yes, Master. I’m fine.”
“Better. Do you have anything you’d like to add on the topic?”
I glanced over at Clarissa, then back to Trent. Had I missed something? Perhaps their conversation had taken a trip in another direction.
“I’m sorry. I’m not sure what you’re referring to.”
Trent grinned, his eyes glittering with amusement.
“Would you be interested in what I have to offer you? From a D/s perspective.”
While I could coordinate schedules, ensure a vast number of tasks were completed promptly, manage most of his household employees, I couldn’t seem to answer such a simple question.
Or maybe the question wasn’t all that simple.
Trent was asking me whether or not I wanted to submit to him and I had absolutely no idea what to say to that. Did I lust after the man? Absolutely. Would I be interested in something that might interfere with our working relationship? That was far more difficult to answer.
My gaze drifted to the front of the plane, where Brax and Case had disappeared with the two bodyguards. Brax and Case, who were not only Trent’s employees but also submissives. I was still surprised by that news. I’d known them both for so long, but never had I gotten that impression.
I could feel Clarissa’s eyes on me and I wondered what she was thinking. It was obvious she knew more about this than I did. If I could get her alone for a little while, I could ask her to give me a quick lesson in submission. That way I wouldn’t feel quite so … lost.
I had absolutely no idea how this even worked. Was there some sort of transition between the real world and the D/s realm? If so, how would I know? Could one really keep business and personal separate when in such close quarters with someone?
“Come here,” Trent stated gruffly.
My eyes widened when I realized he was talking to me.
After unbuckling my seat belt, I staggered to my feet and walked the few feet to stand beside his chair.
“Kneel.”
I dropped to my knees without conscious thought.
Trent’s hand slid into my hair and he tipped my head back, forcing me to stare up at him.
The sharp sting in my scalp had electricity arcing straight to my balls.
“I can offer you something you’ve never experienced before. Something that could ultimately change your life. Our lives. I want to know if this is something you would be interested in.”
“Yes,” I blurted, because with his hand in my hair like that, I had the overwhelming urge to give this man anything and everything he could possibly want.
“Yes, Master,” he clarified. “That’s how you’ll respond to me from here on out.”
My eyes searched his and I offered a jerky nod.
His hand tightened in my hair, shards of pain shooting down my spine. Oddly enough, the pain was erotic, making my dick thicken.
