I allowed him to work me over for several minutes. Right up until I felt that telltale warning tingle in my spine. I had no intention of coming. As I’d told Troy earlier, anticipation was just as appealing.
“Slow,” I commanded. “Don’t make me come. That happens later, when I have you both at my mercy.”
His eyes glazed over and I knew he was enjoying this as much as I was.
I waited several more minutes, watching the way his head bobbed, his mouth devouring my dick.
“Stop,” I ordered gruffly, releasing Clarissa. “Stand up.”
Troy got to his feet instantly, his eyes never leaving me.
“Kiss her.”
I was pretty sure those two words damn near blew Troy’s head off his shoulders. He turned to Clarissa and I saw the wicked heat that ignited.
While I stuffed my still-hard dick back into my pants, I observed the two of them. The way Clarissa’s hands slid up around his neck as a smile formed on her lips.
Troy hesitated briefly, but Clarissa quickly resolved that, pulling him down toward her until their lips met.
I sucked in a breath, my body hardening as the kiss went nuclear. Neither of them held back, their soft moans echoing in the small space. It spurred my desire in a way I hadn’t anticipated, giving me plenty of ideas for later.
Suddenly, I wished this event was over because I was far too eager to get my submissives back to my place. Because the gloves were coming off.
Troy
DURING MASTER’S ENTIRE SPEECH, I found myself thinking about Clarissa’s mouth, the way she’d kissed me earlier. In fact, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
My head was spinning from what had transpired in that dimly lit storage closet, from the way Master had ordered me to my knees to the way he’d shoved his cock into my mouth. He hadn’t been as forceful as I’d anticipated, but I knew from his reactions and the look on his face that he had enjoyed every second. Perhaps as much as I had.
But for him to order me to kiss Clarissa…
At first I was hesitant, not sure she would welcome my advances. It was one thing for Master to command me to do something to him. I took that as a sign he welcomed it. However, it was something else entirely to ask me to do something to Clarissa.
Then again, she had pulled me into her like a woman starving for what I had to offer her. The instant our lips had touched, I found myself drowning in her. As I remembered the way her tongue fought mine, my cock hardened. Thankfully, the room was dark and all eyes were on Master as he explained how he’d become involved with this particular charity.
“Ironically,” he said to the room, “my interest in BDSM is what spurred my desire to become part of such a worthy cause. When you’re part of something that’s entire basis revolves around safe, sane, and consensual, you see things in a different light.
“Over the years, I’ve come across plenty of people—women and men—who get caught up in something that might resemble Domination and submission on the outside, but in reality, it’s not even close. What they’re experiencing is abuse, disguised as something that’s meant to be pleasurable. That’s the very reason my clubs hold training sessions for submissives, ensuring they’re aware of the red flags. It’s the reason I wholly support organizations such as this one.”
Without notes in front of him, Master continued on, revealing statistics, such as how one in four women and one in seven men aged eighteen and older in the US had been the victim of severe physical violence by an intimate partner in their lifetime. It amazed me how he knew these by heart, but that was a testament to who my Master was. He was extremely devoted to the things that mattered to him. As he would say, he didn’t half-ass anything.
And the entire time Master spoke, Clarissa watched him as though seeing the man for the very first time. Perhaps this was the first time she was seeing this side of him. Many people only saw the superficial side of Trent Ramsey. They didn’t truly understand the depth of the man.
“And for those of you who are here because I personally invited you,” Master said in conclusion, “I’m going to ask you to dig deep. If you can afford a membership to one of my clubs, you can afford to give back. This is serious and whether you want to believe it or not, it affects every single one of us. We need to be vigilant in our duties to protect those around us. Thank you again for coming.”
A standing ovation followed and several people stepped up to talk to him while Clarissa and I remained in the back, flanked by Zeke and Bishop. And while I appreciated this event and everything that took place tonight, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t ready to go home.
