His eyes were locked on mine. “I know that.”
“And when I want something, I go after it.”
“I know that, too.”
Leaning forward, I allowed my lips to hover right over his. My body had hardened instantly at the thought of feeling his mouth on mine.
This was a pivotal moment in my life and I wanted to take my time. Considering I wasn’t an experimental teenager, this was going to mean something to me. I would likely remember this for as long as I lived.
After all, I had never kissed a man before.
Never experimented.
In fact, until Troy, I’d never even fantasized about it.
And I wanted Troy to be the first.
Hell, I wanted Troy to be the first and the last, but I wasn’t a man who set himself up for failure. There was no way to predict the future. I was merely a man who expected. I expected every damn thing to go my way, but even I could accept that wasn’t always within my grasp.
“You make me want things I’ve never wanted before,” I admitted, inhaling sharply when my lips brushed his. “I don’t know what it is about you…”
Troy moaned softly and that was my breaking point. I leaned in and kissed him. His lips were firm yet soft. The stubble on his chin rubbed against mine, a sensation I’d never felt before. When I licked my way into his mouth and his tongue met mine, I tightened my hold on his hair and pulled back.
“Don’t move,” I ordered, needing to be in control. “Let me explore you.”
“Yes, Master,” he muttered breathlessly.
I kissed him again, allowing my lips and tongue to discover every delectable inch of his mouth. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. So very different from kissing a woman. It didn’t feel taboo as I’d once expected. It felt right. Better than right, in fact. It felt natural.
Oh, fuck.
I wanted more. I wanted everything. Just like with Clarissa, I wanted Troy’s submission, but I also wanted—no, needed—his complete surrender.
When I was relatively satisfied—accepting I would likely never be fully satisfied, never getting as much as I wanted—I pulled back slightly. “Now kiss me back, boy. Like you’ve been dying to kiss me.”
“I have,” he admitted on a groan and my body hardened even more.
When I crushed my mouth to his, there was no hesitance. My tongue plundered his, our lips melding as we took as much as the other was willing to give. It was hard to believe I’d gone my entire life without this, without knowing how fucking good this could feel. Then again, I knew this had everything to do with Troy. I’d harbored a deep desire for him for so long, I doubted I would ever feel the same for another man.
When we both came up for air, we were panting roughly, and my dick was like steel, harder than I’d ever remembered it being.
Although I didn’t want to, I released him and put some distance between us, never taking my eyes off his. He looked as dazed as I felt. I considered that a good thing.
“All right, we can go to the club now,” I told him, doing my best to pull myself together. While I would’ve preferred to retreat to my bedroom, I had to work us both up for that. I had a feeling once I let myself go with Troy, he was going to see a side of me he might not be ready for.
He nodded, then sat up straight. “Ready when you are, Master.”
I smiled. “I fucking love the sound of that.”
Then, I leaned in and kissed him again because I couldn’t help myself.
Troy
FORTY-FIVE MINUTES LATER, MASTER PARKED in the parking garage attached to the building he’d pointed out as Dichotomy.
I was out of the car and around to his side before he got the door closed behind him. While I knew I was technically not on the clock, there was a switch that had flipped inside me. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t turn off my work mode, wanting to ensure I was doing everything I could for my boss.
Perhaps more so now that I was his submissive.
Ransom joined us. The man was so damn quiet I sometimes forgot he was there. Well, right up until he made an appearance. At that point, it was hard to ignore him.
Master nodded toward the sidewalk outside the garage and I headed that way. “Do you have a plan while we’re here?”
“I need to talk to Sarah and Dylan, find out how the application process is going. Then I need to handle a few interviews they’ve set up.”
Admittedly, this was something I looked forward to. Not only was I experiencing this vast new lifestyle, I was going to get a glimpse into the business end of a club of this nature. Until our trip to Devotion, I’d never been inside one, much less understood the inner workings.
