Then again, it seemed I had now entered an alternate dimension filled with only Doms and submissives. Or maybe there wasn’t any separation at all. Considering Case, Brax, Luci, and Dale all appeared to be submissives who interacted with Dominants on a day-to-day basis, perhaps it wasn’t as black and white as I thought it was.
However, after sitting through Master’s meeting with Landon, I realized there wasn’t anything I needed to do. Taking notes hadn’t been necessary since they were simply going over things they’d previously discussed. I assumed Master knew that was going to be the case going in, which was likely why he had me kneel.
To be honest, I had no idea what this world entailed. Sure, I’d done some research, but never to the extent that I understood what a submissive did and didn’t do. Obviously calling him Master and kneeling beside him were critical components. I’d figured that out easily. And to be fair, it didn’t bother me. I liked knowing that I was pleasing Master—both as my boss and in … other ways.
A couple of times during the conversation, his hand had come to rest on my head. Each time had caused electrical sparks to shoot through my nerve endings. While I had worked for Master for three years, never had he touched me. Nothing more than a handshake, maybe. Or a brief touch if he was passing something over.
So this was entirely new for me.
“Stand, boy.”
I jerked my attention to Master. He was staring down at me, clearly waiting.
Pushing to my feet, I realized my thighs were cramping from having been in that position for so long. It took a minute to get feeling back in my feet. Evidently, I was going to have to learn how to kneel properly. Because damn. Perhaps there was a right way and a wrong way. Clearly, I was doing it wrong.
“You please me,” Master said firmly when he met my gaze.
Or maybe not, because that seemed like a self-satisfied smirk on my boss’s face.
“Thank you, Master.” I was learning.
It would take time, I was sure, but if it meant putting that approving look on Master’s face, I was more than willing to endure whatever he had in store for me.
*
Four hours later, we were back on Trent’s private jet on our way back to Dallas. After Landon, Justin, and Ben had their discussions with Clarissa, we had all gone for a late lunch. It had been a pleasant encounter, even if it had been strictly business. I’d learned that Justin truly was pushing to expand, and he was no longer sitting back and waiting for it to happen. The man was on a mission and he was eager to move forward.
I was eager to move forward as well, but on an entirely different topic, except I still had one question.
“Why did Case and Brax accompany us on this trip?” I asked when it appeared Master was going to get up from his seat after the plane had leveled off.
Ransom and Zeke were once again in the front cabin, along with Zeke’s dog, Tank; however, Case and Brax had remained behind.
“They’re staying to discuss their business opportunities in depth,” Master informed me.
Of course, he didn’t elaborate, but I hadn’t really expected it.
“I’m going to be in my office for a bit,” Master said as he got to his feet.
I glanced over to see Clarissa staring out the window. She hadn’t said much since we got back on the plane. When I looked back at Master, I noticed he was watching her as well.
“Is there anything you need me to do?” I asked as he stood beside the table.
“Not right now.”
Without another word, he headed toward the back of the jet, to the small room he used as an office.
When I turned back to Clarissa, she was peering behind us.
“Does he really have an office on this thing?”
“And a bedroom,” I informed her. “Neither are very big, but they’re functional for what he needs.”
She turned back around. “Hmm. I guess Trent spends a lot of time traveling.”
“Quite a bit, yes.”
Wanting to be able to see Clarissa when we chatted, I moved to the seat Master had vacated as Jill was bringing drinks.
“Is there anything else I can bring you?” she offered.
I glanced at Clarissa and she shook her head.
“No. Thank you, Jill.”
“It’s my pleasure.” She slipped back to the front of the plane.
“Does Trent have people to cater to his every whim?” Clarissa asked when we were alone.
I smiled. “He does. Each of his houses is equipped with its own staff. People who handle everything inside and out. And you met Brax and Case. They tend to travel with him frequently. Of course, he pays them generously.”
She cocked her head to the side. “So, is there any truth to the media proclaiming he’s a diva? I’ve heard it said before.”
