Right now, I had no choice but to address the man who seemed hell-bent on… I didn’t even know what Trent’s true intentions were. He had said that the morning would be for business—he’d been true to his word—and tonight would be all about pleasure.
The question was whose? His? Troy’s? Mine? The three of us?
I was still having a hard time wrapping my head around what he wanted. It was clear Trent was interested in more than one submissive. He’d said as much. And then there’d been his interrogation this morning, asking me my preferences. I’d thought about that throughout the day and I still wasn’t sure of my stand on it. Was I willing to play second fiddle to another submissive? Even if that submissive was Troy? A man I’d been getting closer to.
I watched as Trent pushed one of the overhead buttons. A second later, Jill appeared.
“Yes, Mr. Ramsey?”
“I’d like you to bring us some wine. Two bottles and three glasses.”
“Yes, sir,” she said before disappearing again.
While we waited for Jill to bring the wine, Trent began rolling up his sleeves. He had removed his jacket when we arrived on the plane and it appeared he was now getting comfortable. Once that was accomplished, he loosened his tie, but he didn’t remove it.
Jill returned with a bottle of wine and three glasses. She proceeded to fill each glass before she slipped up to the front, returning with another bottle in an ice bucket. She placed it on the side table next to the leather sofa across from where Troy and I were still sitting.
“Is there anything else I can get you, Mr. Ramsey?” she asked kindly.
“Privacy,” he said firmly. “For the remainder of the flight, I expect complete privacy. Is that understood?”
“Of course, Mr. Ramsey. I’ll return to my station and … listen to an audiobook.”
“Thank you.”
She offered a polite nod, then returned to the front, closing a door that separated the front of the plane from the cabin we were in.
“How long has she worked for you?” I asked when Jill was out of sight.
“Years. Her husband’s my pilot.”
Well, that was certainly convenient.
“I assume she’s aware of your lifestyle?”
“She is. And she respects my privacy.”
My eyes remained on the door Jill had exited through.
“Let’s recap this morning’s conversation, shall we?” Trent prompted as he picked up one of the wineglasses, then took a seat on the sofa that lined the wall across the aisle from the table Troy and I were seated at. “This morning, you both stated you were interested in what I could offer you.” His eyes went to Troy. “Do you still feel that way, boy?”
“Yes, Master,” he said, a slight tremor in his voice.
Nerves? Excitement? I wasn’t sure. He seemed like a different person when Trent was in the room.
“And you, sunshine?”
My answer didn’t come as easily as Troy’s. I had no idea what I wanted. I felt as though I’d fallen down the rabbit hole and I was immersed in a whole new world, where nothing was as it seemed.
I took a sip of my wine and peered over at Trent. He was obviously waiting for me to say something. I took a deep breath and decided to skip an answer altogether. “Would you mind telling me what your intentions are?”
“I have one plan and one plan only, pet,” he said matter-of-factly. “Provided you both agree, I fully intend to take you both as my submissives. Officially.”
Troy was the only one to make a sound and that was his abrupt inhale. He was clearly as surprised by Trent’s admission today as he’d been last night. I couldn’t blame him. I was as well. Part of me thought he would’ve moved past it already.
That didn’t seem to be the case.
I’d spent the day in Trent’s company, and although I felt as though I was walking a razor wire, the possibility of falling off great, I’d enjoyed myself. Even being on edge most of the time.
“Both of us?” Troy asked, that slight tremble still evident in his voice.
“Yes.” Trent’s blue eyes traveled over and landed on me.
“Officially?” This time I voiced the question.
“Does that mean something significant?” Troy asked.
I held my breath, watching, waiting.
“Officially means the three of us would be in an exclusive relationship,” Trent explained.
Troy didn’t say a word. Nor did I.
I felt as though I was on a roller-coaster ride that I couldn’t get off of. One minute I was minding my own business, addressing my finances, working as much as I could, having sporadic lunches with my friends. Normal, everyday stuff. The next I was being propositioned by the sexiest man on the planet. In more ways than one.
“The question is whether either of you has an issue with that,” Trent stated.
“I’m not sure what being your submissive entails,” Troy admitted.
