“There’s a dinner,” Troy told her, “as well as a silent auction. And they’ve asked Trent to make a speech.”
“Will you?” she asked, those pretty brown eyes swinging over to me.
“Of course.”
“Is there anything specific I should do?” she asked.
It was obvious Clarissa was worried about tonight. I wanted to ease her mind, to find a way to get her to relax.
“I want you and Troy to remain with me throughout the evening. Bishop and Zeke will be with us the entire time. Do not leave my side without one of them, understood?”
“I understand.”
“There will be additional security, but you shouldn’t interact with any of them.”
“How many?” she asked.
“A dozen or so.” While my security teams were rarely seen, they were always there when I was in public. I’d learned early on that it paid to have them around. Most people were harmless, but I’d met a few nutjobs over the years and I would rather not take my chances. Certainly not with Clarissa and Troy with me.
“That goes for you, too,” I told Troy. “One of them should be with you at all times.”
He nodded.
“And because I can’t divide my attention a million different ways, you are responsible for Clarissa tonight. Stay with her.”
“Yes, Master.”
I smiled to myself. I couldn’t get over how much I loved hearing him say that.
*
By the time we were inside the ballroom, I was exhausted. Having to smile for every damn camera was tiring to say the least. It wasn’t nearly as rough as the red-carpet events, I would admit. However, exhausting as it was, it had gone better than I expected. There weren’t any surprise questions asking about my relationship with Clarissa or Troy. At least not yet.
Considering I had walked in with both of them, I knew those questions would arise sooner rather than later. With the interest in my personal life, it was bound to come up. Personally, I wasn’t worried about it, but I couldn’t say the same for my submissives. Clarissa was clearly on edge and Troy appeared somewhat standoffish.
That lasted for the entire first half of the event. I wasn’t sure either of them had said more than five words during the mingling or the meal.
Thankfully, there was a little time before I had to make my speech, so I decided to take advantage of it. I turned to Bishop, who was the closest to me. “I’m going to need some privacy.”
He nodded. “Give me five minutes and I’ll find you a place.”
While he sauntered off to find somewhere I could take Clarissa and Troy, I moved in closer to them. “I have a request.”
Troy’s eyes widened. “Yes?”
I noticed he hadn’t called me Master since we arrived. I figured he was worried because we were in public. Since the last thing I wanted was to make this more uncomfortable for him, I opted not to reprimand him.
“Bishop went to find us a little privacy,” I said, gauging their reactions. “From this point forward, I expect full submission. Understood?”
Clarissa’s eyes were a little shiny as she nodded. It seemed she was looking forward to what I had in mind. Troy’s acquiescence wasn’t quite as eager, but it still came.
Bishop returned a few minutes later, then motioned me toward one of the back doors to the ballroom. I steered Clarissa and Troy in his direction. We stepped into an empty hallway, then were led to another door.
“Storage room. Best I could do.”
“It’ll work. Ensure no one interrupts,” I instructed.
“Yes, boss.” He turned to guard the door while the three of us stepped inside.
Mindful that we were short on time, I didn’t waste any.
I motioned for Troy to kneel before me as I leaned against the door. I went to work freeing my cock, desperate to feel his mouth on me again. The short time before our shower hadn’t been nearly enough.
“Suck me,” I growled roughly as I stared down at him. “And don’t stop until I tell you to.”
“Yes, Master,” he said roughly, his hand circling my shaft.
“Come here, sunshine,” I said, motioning her to my side.
She moved closer and I wrapped my arm around her, keeping her as close as I could. “I want you to watch him suck me.”
Not that she needed that command, because Clarissa was already intensely focused on what he was doing.
It wasn’t long before the only sound in the room was a culmination of labored breaths. Mine, Troy’s, even Clarissa’s. It wasn’t the ideal place, but it worked for me.
Since I had every intention of taking them back to my house, this was only a precursor to what would come tonight.
“Do you like watching him?” I asked Clarissa, my breaths raspy.
“Yes, Master.”
Troy’s eyes darted between us as his mouth engulfed me. I wanted to slide my hand into his hair, to hold him to me while I took my own pleasure from his mouth, but I fought it. Now was not the time or the place.
