CHAPTER 12 #2
“Oh. My. God.” He clapped. “You’re a submissive!”
“I am not.”
“You so are,” Tiffany stated. “Keep going.”
I explained how the night ended, then told them about my dates with Cav and the ones I had with Edge. Neither of them said a word, just listened. When I started to tell them about the second date with Edge, Tiffany interrupted.
“So you picked Edge?” Her hazel eyes were locked on my face when I turned my head to stare at her.
I peered over at Jonah. He was glancing between us.
“Not exactly.”
“Cav?” Tiffany clarified.
I shook my head.
Jonah leaned forward, his elbows resting on his thighs. “You picked both of them?”
Tiffany’s eyes widened. “Really?”
“Maybe.” I held my breath, waiting for one of them to say something.
No one said a word, and I could feel my heart begin to race.
“You go, girl!” Jonah shouted, pointing at me as he got to his feet. He began dancing around the room. “She picked both. Our girl’s dating two boys!”
Tiffany grinned at Jonah. “I don’t think they’d approve of being called boys.” Her eyes shifted back to me, and this time when she spoke, she sounded stone-cold sober. “Is it true? You’re seeing both of them?”
I nodded, swallowed hard.
“What about the whole submissive thing?” Jonah asked, lifting my feet and flopping down on the sofa. “If they’re Doms, does that make you their submissive?”
I sat up, pulled my knees into my chest. “I don’t know.”
Jonah’s expression turned serious. “Why not?”
“They think I’m doing this for my dissertation.”
Tiffany turned, propped her chin in her hand. “Are you?”
“I was. In the beginning.”
Tiffany stared at me. For the life of me, I couldn’t read her expression. “Say something,” I pleaded.
“What do you want me to say?” She looked so serious.
“I mean, I could tell you I was jealous, but that would be…” Her grin erupted.
“The truth!” She shot to her feet. Clearly it was her turn to dance.
“Holy shit, Jamie. You’re dating two Doms.” Her movements stopped abruptly, hands going to her hips. “Have you had sex with them yet?”
That did it. My face erupted in heat, and I knew I was as red as Jonah’s sweater.
“Of course she didn’t,” Jonah stated. “She’s a virgin. No way did she give it up yet.” His gaze narrowed on my face. “Did you?”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m still a virgin.”
“I want to go to this club,” Tiffany said seriously, taking a seat in my cuddle chair. “I really, really do.” She peered over at Jonah. “Don’t you?”
“Uh, yeah.” His eyes shot over to me. “So when can you bring guests?”
I should’ve known my best friends wouldn’t judge me. They loved me too much for that.
“When are you going back?” Jonah asked.
“Back where?” I asked, confused.
His lips pursed. “The club.”
“Oh.” I relaxed a little, reached for my wineglass. “I start the submissive training class on Tuesday.”
Tiffany shot to her feet. In the chair. “Shut. Up.”
I grinned. “It’s true.”
“Oh. My. God.” She dropped back down on her butt, pouted. “I wanna be in that class.”
Two hours later, I was lying in my bed. Tiffany and Jonah had left via Uber, leaving me to my thoughts.
After the interrogation they’d given me, it was a wonder I could think about anything.
After the initial shock wore off, they had both tossed question after question, most of which involved being a submissive.
I had given them details about the positions I’d learned, but past that, I honestly didn’t have all that much to share. They hadn’t seemed disappointed.
As for me, remembering those moments with Edge and Cav had only made me miss them. I wish I was with them tonight. They had mentioned going to Dichotomy. I couldn’t help but wonder what they were doing. Were they spending time with another submissive?
The thought made my chest ache.
No.
They didn’t seem like the types to do that.
Were they?
I reached for my phone, and before I could stop myself, I pulled up their contact information and added them to a group text.
Me: Wanted to let you know I’m thinking about you. Both of you. Hope you’re having fun tonight.
I regretted it as soon as I hit send. I didn’t want them to think I was pining away for them. After all, I was supposed to be busy tonight.
I peered over at the clock. Technically, the night was over since it was two a.m.
My phone buzzed in my hand.
Cav: Hey, cupcake. Thinking about you, too.
My heart melted, then expanded in my chest. I felt the butterflies erupt in my stomach as I lay there, gripping my phone like it was a lifeline.
Edge: How’d your night go with your friends?
Me: Good. They went home. Now it’s just me. About to go to sleep. What are you boys up to?
Cav: I’m sitting on Edge’s sofa. Waiting for him to get home. We’ve got some issues to address.
Me: Oh.
Edge: Don’t worry, sweetness. Nothing serious.
Me: Glad to hear that.
I smiled to myself.
Me: Do me a favor? While you’re working out those issues…
I hit send.
Cav: Yeah?
Me: Think about me.
I lay there staring at my phone for the longest time, waiting for a response. My eyes started to close, but my phone finally buzzed.
Edge: Thinking about you seems to be a trend right now, sweetness.
Cav: Sweet dreams, cupcake. See you soon.
With a smile on my face, I drifted off, my thoughts on the two of them and exactly how they were going to work out those issues. Wishing I was there.
To watch.
EDGE
When I walked into my apartment, I was thinking about Jamie.
I’d been surprised by her text message. Surprised and slightly disappointed that she wasn’t with us tonight.
Then again, it was for the best. Considering my frame of mind, I wasn’t sure it was in her best interest to be around me right now.
I felt as though Cav had blindsided me earlier in my office at Chatter PR.
I was still pissed that he’d done it. And sure, it was my own damn fault for going through with it, for allowing Jamie’s delectable mouth to wrap seductively around my cock, but it didn’t mean I couldn’t beat myself up about it.
Something you’ve gotten far too good at.
And in turn, aim some of the blame on the man currently sitting on my sofa.
Cav looked comfortable, reclining, one foot on the coffee table, the other on the floor, knees wide as he stared at the television.
As I dropped my coat onto the chair, I didn’t bother to look to see what he was watching. I didn’t care.
Before he could say anything, I held up my hand as I passed in front of him. “Don’t say a fucking word.”
I went to the kitchen, grabbed a glass, and poured two fingers of scotch into it. I tossed it back, set the glass down, then, without saying a word to Cav, went to my bedroom.
I stripped off my clothes and headed for the shower.
Although I felt cleaner when I was finished, the hot water had done little to ease the tension in my shoulders.
My dick was back in the living room, already making plans for the sexy man on my sofa, but my brain was trying to come up with ways to punish him.
I wrapped the towel around my hips, then headed for the living room. What I needed was a submissive. Not just any submissive, though. I wanted Jamie. I wanted her on her knees waiting for me. I’d been thinking about it all damn night.
Cav might not be submissive, but he’ll do in a pinch.
Yes, Cav would work, too. He wasn’t the submissive I imagined, but only because he wasn’t a submissive. I craved him like a drug, sure. However, I knew he couldn’t curb the yearning I had for domination.
I stepped into the living room, stopped dead in my tracks.
Well, will you look at that?
Nope. No submissive for me tonight, but I would have Cav. And while he wasn’t on his knees, he did appear to be waiting for me. Flat on his back on the sofa, completely naked, his dick in his hand. I paused, watching as he stroked himself slowly.
“Did I tell you to touch yourself?” I asked on impulse, fury simmering in my gut.
Those baby blues slid up to my face. “In case you don’t remember, I don’t need your permission.”
I inhaled deeply, let it out slowly. “Don’t you?”
His hand stilled momentarily as though he was considering that.
It was the first sign I’d seen from him that there might be a part of him willing to submit to me.
The other night, when he’d jacked off while giving me the details of his date hadn’t counted.
I hadn’t been commanding him then, and he damn sure hadn’t been submitting.
It had been a test, sure. A feeble attempt to figure out just what he needed from me.
For the record, I still had no fucking idea.
“Stop,” I ordered, and his hand stilled completely.
Yeah. He was willing to submit to me.
The mere thought had my dick hardening.
“Stand up.”
Cav slowly got to his feet, wary eyes settling on my face.
I remained where I was. “You want me tonight, you’ll do exactly what I tell you.”
He offered a slight nod. I took it as a good sign.
“On my bed.” I stepped back, motioned toward my bedroom. “On your back.”
I followed him into my bedroom, dropping the towel as I went.
My attention was focused on the long, lean length of him, his firm, tight ass.
The man was smaller than me, not as broad or thick, but what he lacked in breadth, he certainly made up for in brawn.
Every perfectly sculpted muscle shifted as he walked, and I found my lips tingling with the need to graze every inch of his body.
Rein it in. Take your time. He’s not going anywhere.
True.
Once Cav was on the bed, I flipped on the lamp on the nightstand.
I wanted to see this. I wanted to gauge every expression, to see in his eyes just what he wanted from me.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had Cav alone.
Not like this. Not with so much heat between us.
There was no way to deny that I’d wanted him for years, but I had honestly pushed the thought aside, figuring I could never have him.
The fact that he was naked and in my bed said otherwise.