“You don’t want to do dirty things to her?”
“No, Sir. I want to cherish her.”
“Is that not what she wants?”
“No, Sir.”
He seemed pleased by my response, but I wasn’t sure why. I hadn’t gotten explicit details from Everly as to their interactions, but I assumed he knew she wasn’t nearly as sweet and innocent as she looked.
“And Heaven?”
“What about her?”
“Do you love her?”
I swallowed hard, fought the urge to look away. “No, Sir, I do not. I care about her. She’s my roommate. But we’re not close.”
He smiled. “I appreciate honesty.”
We remained like that for several minutes. Me, naked and standing before him. Ian, hiding nothing as his gaze raked over me from head to toe and back again.
“When you say you want to serve, do you not want to work?”
“Only if it pleases my Master,” I admitted.
“If he wants you to stay home and take care of the house?”
“Then I want to stay home and take care of the house.”
“Cook, clean, the whole nine yards?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And you want to be available to him twenty-four seven?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“But you don’t want to sleep in his bed.”
It wasn’t a question and the way he said it had my breath halting in my lungs. “No, Sir. I don’t.”
“But you’re willing to be available to him? Your ass, your mouth, your cock?”
“Yes, Sir.” Heat spiraled inside me, the blood redirecting south.
Ian smiled. “Your cock agrees.”
“Yes, Sir.”
His eyes moved back to my face. “So if I told you to bend over and give me your ass, what would you do?”
“I’d bend over and give you my ass.”
He nodded, as though accepting my response. His eyes narrowed. “I’m not going to take your ass right now.”
Disappointment replaced some of the anticipation.
“That bothers you.”
I hated that I was compelled to tell him the truth. But that was the way it was with me. At least with Ian. I didn’t feel the need to hide from him. Mostly.
“Have a seat,” he ordered, motioning toward the sofa he was sitting on.
Ian shifted, moving toward the corner and twisting so that he was relaxed, one arm across the back cushion, one knee pulled up.
“Back to the arm,” he instructed. “Feet flat on the cushion. Knees wide.”
I joined him on the sofa, the position he’d directed making me feel incredibly vulnerable, which I knew would be part of the power play.
“Scoot your ass down, lean back.” He met my eyes. “I want to see your asshole.”
My cock jerked as I shifted, half-sitting, half-reclining.
“Very nice. Now stroke your cock.”
Curling my hand around my cock, I began stroking slowly, leisurely.
“Have you fucked Heaven?”
“No, Sir.”
“Do you want to?”
“No, Sir. I don’t see her that way.”
“In all the time you’ve lived with them, nothing’s ever happened?”
“Not between me and them, no, Sir.”
“Between them? Have they been intimate?”
“I don’t know, Sir.” That much was true. “Heaven’s openly admitted she’s bisexual, but I haven’t witnessed anything.”
I got the feeling Heaven wasn’t opposed to the idea of being with Everly, but I wasn’t sure how Everly felt about it. She’d never shown any interest in women.
He watched me for several minutes, observed me fisting my cock, the sensations intensifying as his gaze did. I liked him watching me, I decided. It was intimate, stimulating.
I kept my eyes on his face as he’d instructed, watching every expression, the way his emerald eyes hooded, his lust becoming more apparent. Sure, he hid it well, but it was in the lines around his mouth. He wanted me and that was a powerful feeling.
“I don’t know what’s going on here,” Ian said softly, his attention redirecting to my face. “It piques my curiosity, though. It wasn’t my intention.” He motioned toward me. “For this. My brother and I invited the three of you here to keep you safe. We want to find the bastard who hurt Everly and ensure he doesn’t hurt anyone else. But this…” His gaze swung back to my dick. “This intrigues me. Makes me want to explore.”
My fist tightened at his admission.
“What’s your take on it?” he asked.
“I want the same thing, Sir.” My voice, usually deep and even, was now choppy.
“I usually take what I want,” he said. “When I want.”
I didn’t say anything, but my hand began moving faster, my cock throbbing.
“But only from willing submissives, those who know what they want and don’t have trouble expressing it.”
I squeezed my cock, fearful I was going to come from that sexy Irish lilt alone.
“I think this might get interesting, Dante.”
“I hope so, Sir.”
His eyes locked on mine. “I want you to come.”
“Yes, Sir.” In an effort to give him what he wanted, I jerked my cock faster, harder. My legs fell open, my chest rising and falling as air became scarce.
“Let me hear you.”
His encouragement was the tipping point. I groaned, unable to stifle the cries of pleasure that ripped from my throat as I watched him watching me.
