Without an ounce of hesitation, even with the audience, Troy shifted off the seat and went to his knees before Trent.
A bolt of heat shot through me when Trent’s hand came up and slipped into Troy’s hair. It was such an aggressive move, but I could see the pure lust burning in Troy’s dark eyes. And when Trent’s fingers tangled in Troy’s hair and he tilted his head back, Troy moaned, an extremely sexy sound that had me wanting to look away.
Only I couldn’t because what was transpiring between them was too hot to ignore.
Trent’s eyes narrowed as they leveled on Troy’s. “Do you want to submit?”
“God, yes,” he moaned.
Trent tugged harder on Troy’s hair. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, Master,” he said boldly, holding his gaze.
“Thank you, boy,” Trent said, but he didn’t loosen his grip. “Tonight, I want you to go through the limit list. I want you to research everything you have questions about.” His eyebrow rose slowly. “And when you retire for the evening, I want you to keep in mind tonight is the last night you’ll be able to jack off without permission. If I were you, I would take advantage of it. Understood?”
I had seen two men playing before, but I’d never been quite so captivated by it as I was this simple interaction between Trent and Troy.
“Yes, Master,” Troy hissed, his eyes glassy with desire.
“Tomorrow morning, I want you in my office by seven o’clock. I know it’s your day off, and what I’m asking for isn’t work related. I expect to find you in my office, kneeling beside my desk. Can you do that?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good.” Trent released Troy’s hair. “You may turn in for the evening. I will be staying with Clarissa tonight.”
Staying? As in sleeping in my bed?
My heart skipped a beat or two.
“Yes, Master.”
“Good night, boy.” Trent’s gaze then shot to Ransom. “You keep him safe.”
“Of course,” Ransom said with a subtle nod.
“Good night, Master.” Troy shifted back to the seat and moved closer to the door. “Good night, Clarissa.”
I smiled over at him. “Good night, Troy. I enjoyed spending the day with you.”
“I’m looking forward to the next time,” he said, winking before he reached for the door handle.
“Troy?” Trent called after him.
“Yes, Master?”
“The limit list.”
I smiled when I noticed Troy’s bag sitting on the seat. Apparently, he was too off-centered to focus.
“Right. Thank you for reminding me, Master.”
I saw the way Ransom smirked and rolled his eyes before he followed Troy out of the car.
Once the door closed, Trent hit a button. “Kevin, you can drive us around to the garage. I’ll be leaving for the evening.”
“Yes, sir.”
When the car came to a halt a short time later, Zeke and Tank slipped out one side while Trent opened the other door, climbed out, then reached for my hand.
I took his hand and allowed him to help me to my feet. We were only a few inches apart but my body heated as though we were touching. He leaned in until his mouth was hovering right over mine. I wanted to lick his lips, to taste his kiss.
Truth was, I’d dreamed about Trent for so long now. Ever since the first time I met him at Devotion. I’d seen him hundreds of times after that, but we hadn’t had any direct contact. Nothing more than a couple of greetings in passing, anyway. Not until he’d kissed me on New Year’s. At that point, my desire for him had been ignited and it had remained a steady burn in my bloodstream ever since.
However, I knew better than to get my hopes up when it came to him.
Trent Ramsey was a formidable businessman. Not only was he one of Hollywood’s “It” boys, he was a force to be reckoned with. I had admired him in the beginning, impressed by the way he handled himself, the way he treated others, and the way they treated him. Sure, Luke McCoy liked to give Trent shit all the time, but I knew the man respected him. In fact, everyone respected him.
Beneath that hard outer layer, Trent was one of the good guys. As a Dom, he was fair yet completely in control. There was no second-guessing with him. He didn’t waffle, didn’t change his mind. However, he was also temporary. He limited his time to subs who were looking for nothing more than playtime. And he rarely took the same sub twice. It was one of the reasons I had kept my distance.
Now we were about to head back to my place and I knew exactly what I wanted from him. It was the same as what he wanted from me. Only, what I wanted wasn’t temporary, and I feared Trent didn’t know the meaning of anything else.
“Come on, sunshine.” His arm came around me as he steered me toward a side entrance.
