I knew, but I was still processing this new turn of events.
I still couldn’t understand what he saw in me and I wasn’t prone to self-doubt too often. But hell, I had a few stretch marks from being an overweight kid and I wasn’t as keen on being naked as some women, but again, I didn’t spend time dwelling on it. In my lifestyle, it would’ve earned me punishment. However, Trent certainly could’ve found the perfect submissive a long time ago.
“Could you excuse me for a minute?” Not waiting for a response, Troy pushed to his feet and I swear he swayed a little.
Obviously catching himself, he smoothed down his shirt and headed toward the back of the plane. I couldn’t help watching him walk away, glancing behind me when he passed. The guy looked as good from behind as he did from the front. He was wearing another pair of jeans that did very nice things to his ass.
“You seem rather taken by Troy,” Trent noted.
I jerked my gaze away from Troy’s ass and over to Trent. “I…”
He smiled. “It doesn’t bother me.”
I didn’t like the sound of that, and once again, I was on the defensive. “So, it doesn’t bother you that I find another man attractive?”
The smirk he shot my way was wickedly sexy. Not to mention devious. “I didn’t say that. I said it doesn’t bother me that you find Troy attractive.” His head turned in the direction Troy went. “You have to admit he’s a very good-looking man.”
“He is,” I confirmed.
“Plus, he’s smart and funny.” Trent sounded almost in awe of the man. I definitely detected his praise.
“Yes,” I agreed, wondering what his angle was.
“Come here, pet,” he commanded, his tone firm, unwavering.
Without conscious thought, I was suddenly up on my feet. I set my wineglass on the table and took the three steps required to stand in front of Trent.
“Kneel.”
My inner submissive stood up and danced. She’d been repressed for so long it seemed, and what Trent was offering was the equivalent of bread crumbs to a starving woman.
I eased down to my knees in front of him, taking up the appropriate submissive pose. The only thing I didn’t do was look at the floor, because I couldn’t stop looking at Trent. He leaned forward, his thumb brushing over my cheek, and I fought the urge to lean into his hand.
It had been so long since a man had casually touched me. Even longer since a man who had the ability to make me lose all good sense the way Trent did had touched me.
“Do you know how long I’ve waited for you?”
I shook my head, keeping my eyes pinned on his.
“A very long time, sunshine. Too long.”
“Have you waited for Troy that long, too?” I had to know where this was going.
“I’ve waited for him, yes. Not quite as long, but far longer than I’d intended.”
“So, you find him attractive?” I asked, my curiosity getting the best of me.
“I do.” He didn’t seem bothered by that acknowledgement. “I thought I made that clear this morning.”
He was referring to our conversation when I had grilled him about his need to include Troy in this aspect of his life. I remembered every word he’d said, but it wasn’t adding up for me. “You said you wanted to dominate him. But I didn’t realize you were … bisexual?”
“I didn’t realize it, either,” he said softly. “Not until Troy.”
“Oh.” Well, that certainly made things a little awkward. Was Trent experimenting here? What if he ended up not wanting Troy the way he seemed to right now? I didn’t like the thought of Trent hurting Troy like that.
“You said you want us both to be your submissives,” I said, my eyes shooting in the direction Troy went. “Is Troy really … submissive? As in, wanting more than a trial run?”
I’d only seen Troy kneel beside Trent one time, and from what I could tell, it had seemed as much a shock to Troy as it had been to me. However, he was already referring to Trent as Master, but I wasn’t sure he even understood the significance of that. Then again, I could’ve been making it far more difficult than it really was. D/s wasn’t rocket science. One did not need a degree to understand what it entailed.
“He’ll require some guidance,” Trent explained, “but he’s certainly submissive.”
I was going to have to take his word for it.
“Have you ever taken two submissives at one time?” I asked.
“No.”
“Have you ever taken a male submissive?”
“No.”
Okay. Well, that assuaged my curiosity, but I still didn’t know what Trent’s intentions were.
“How does that work?” I asked. “I mean, do you intend to … share us with each other?”
“I do,” he said easily. “Troy’s bisexual. Is that not something you’re interested in?”
Was I?
“I guess I could be interested,” I admitted. After all, I did find Troy attractive.
