In the Middle (13 page)

“You wouldn’t.” He shifted in his seat.

“Well, I won’t here, anyway. You’ll have to imagine.” She brought a spoonful of chocolate to her mouth again and slowly put it inside, sliding it deep. She had his attention, all right. When she finally withdrew the spoon, her tongue swirling on its underside, she told him, “If you need to come, you can ask to go to the restroom and jerk off. I might say yes. Who knows?”

Daniel leaned forward, looking into her eyes. “The funny thing about how I feel, Louise, is that I’d much rather wait for you to tell me, no matter how badly I want release. Even if you want me to wait a long time and want to have ten orgasms for each one I’m allowed to have, I still like knowing that my cock is completely yours to command. It’s your cock, actually. As you said, whenever it’s hard, we’re in the bedroom, and whenever we’re in the bedroom, you’re in charge.”

Louise nodded.
What would it be like to have Rob control me that way? It sounds wonderful, actually
. But she couldn’t surrender to him and still have Daniel. And she didn’t want to give either of them up. At least she understood where Daniel was coming from. There was something freeing in giving up power and the worries that went with it. In letting someone one trusted take charge of one’s pleasure.

Daniel finished a spoonful of mousse. “Do you wish to share your thoughts, Mistress?”

Louise gave him a shrug and a half smile. “You know me. I have to figure them out for myself first. But I think I understand how you feel.”

He picked up the box and put it in his pocket. “If you ever want it, it’s yours for the asking, like anything else I can give you. And if you want to forget it’s there, I’ll try not to ask again. I don’t promise to succeed.” He gave her a wry smile. “I’m afraid you get my honesty along with the rest of me.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Louise said fervently.

Chapter Seven

The two men shook on the deal, but that was a formality after already signing the documents. Rob hoped his brain had been doing the thinking that afternoon, but it was hard to tell when his libido, heart, and brain all agreed.

He now owned 60 percent of Randall & Jarnett, with offices in Chicago and Tysons Corner, Virginia. He had synced with the other man the moment he met him. Dale Jarnett was a lean, no-nonsense man who shared his love for gadgets. Rob had seen some of his work, car gimmicks for people with James Bond envy, and knew their creator had a mind that worked much like his own. Jarnett wanted to stay in the inventing business, but he was sick of managing and needed a change of scenery. Rob was looking to expand. Jarnett had given him a thumb drive with plans for some of the patents he held the day before, and he’d finally gotten to looking at them. When he saw Jarnett’s devilish design for a fucking machine designed to thrust dildos inside a woman both anally and vaginally, Rob knew the other man wouldn’t be offended by his more perverted designs.

For the next few weeks, he’d be coming to DC on weekends, and Jarnett would show him how his operation worked. Jarnett would come to Chicago during the week and learn the ropes there. After that Rob was going to run the Tysons Corner operation, and Jarnett the Chicago one. The other man had a flair for larger designs, and Rob preferred miniaturization, so they’d split the creative work on those lines. They complemented each other perfectly.

And so did he and Louise.

He’d been surprised at how far he’d been able to push her at the Velvet Mansion the night before. He hadn’t thought she’d go for such a public scene, but he’d been paying attention to her unspoken signals all night long, figuring out how far he could push. He was looking forward to playing with her again and pushing her limits some more. He already knew one more evening was not going to be enough.

He pulled out his cell phone and looked at the text messages. He’d felt it vibrate in his pocket while doing the business deal with Jarnett, and he’d had to put off checking it. He was hoping for something from Louise. Sure enough. Short and to the point.
I came again. Thank you, Master
. She’d taken to his fascination with remote control play like a fish to water. He flipped back and looked at her earlier message again.
Came from the egg, even though I tried 2 resist. Or maybe it was Daniel. Both were incredible
. A surge of jealousy bubbled to the surface of his thoughts.
Mine
. He’d staked a claim, for the day anyway, by putting something he controlled inside her body. He would have thought that would have discouraged any liaisons with the other man but apparently not.

He could hardly accuse Louise of being unfaithful. He’d known about Daniel from the start, and he hadn’t denied him to her. But he was chagrined that his attempt to sideline him for even a day had failed.
I am not going to be jealous of a sub, dammit
. Then he frowned. Acting like subs were beneath him wasn’t part of the person he wanted to be. A sub was an equal. The sub of his sub? It was damned confusing, that’s what it was.

One thing was clear: it made him desire Louise even more. Her energy and adventuresome spirit were at least the equal of his own. He'd never liked subs who were pushovers or who submitted because they didn’t think they could do any better. But Louise had Daniel wrapped around her finger. Even he could see that Daniel was attractive and, from the look of his suit, successful as well.
And yet she still wants me.

“Bad news from home?” asked Dale Jarnett.

“No. Not bad news. Just interesting news.” He debated what to share with his new partner. Maybe once he got to know the man better. Just because he’d made a kinky toy or two didn’t mean he’d react well to Louise and Daniel or even that he was into Dominance and submission. He shook his head in response to Dale’s uplifted eyebrows. “Personal stuff. Nothing to do with us.”

I certainly don’t want him thinking the only reason I wanted to join our businesses was because I’ve fallen in love with a woman.

Fallen in love? Surely not.
An infatuation, perhaps. Whatever it is, I can’t keep her out of my mind, and I don’t want to live without her in my life.

He shared drinks with Dale and chatted with him about their plans. It was one of the biggest moves of his career, but his mind wasn’t on it the way it should be.

When he finally shook himself free, he texted Louise.
Meet me at seven in the hotel lobby ready to go to the Velvet Mansion. We won’t need your car. Leave it at home and use the subway. Don’t touch yourself until then
. He brought up the app that set off the vibrating egg one more time. He wasn’t going to leave it on for very long. The rest of the afternoon was going to be one slow tease.

Which seemed fair enough since he expected he’d be on edge the whole evening until he found out if she wanted the same future he did.

LOUISE WALKED INTO the hotel right at seven and took a few steps forward. She’d never have had the guts to wear the dress she had on for a date, much less on the subway, until tonight. Her time with Daniel had given her confidence. In a strange way, so had the scene with Rob in the ballroom of the Velvet Mansion. She’d been seen with less on.

She wore a little black dress that relied on two thin straps to hold it up. The neckline was in a shallow V that started low at the edges and dipped lower, pushing up her breasts so they bounced and threatened to escape with every step, but of course they didn’t. Even if she bent way forward. She’d tested it in front of the mirror.

She swayed her hips as she walked in her three-inch heels. It took her a few steps to spot him sitting in a well-stuffed chair, and then she headed in that direction. He looked perfect in leather boots, tight black jeans, and a black shirt with a few buttons undone.

His eyes were wide. Clearly he liked what he saw. She smiled and took her time getting there.

“Satisfactory, Master?” she asked when she was a few feet away.

“To put it mildly. Yes. Satisfactory.”

She leaned forward, giving him an even better view of her tits, and lowered her voice. “I wish I could kneel for you right here.” The bar was behind him, and maybe those guys were catching an eyeful, but her attention was entirely focused on him. “I can, if you want. I want to make this last night together as special as I possibly can. I want to obey your every whim. I want to surrender, totally, completely.”

She’d wondered if she could throw him off balance, but he recovered quickly. “And you will,” he told her. “But don’t be so sure it’s our last night.”

She supposed it didn’t have to be. Chicago was only a long car trip or a quick plane away. She suspected that if Daniel wouldn’t mind her occasionally visiting Rob, she might accept his proposal. And yet once they were married, she wasn’t sure she’d feel as good about going to see another man. Guilt about the fairness of letting her do as she pleased while he was restricted had been lurking at the edge of her consciousness, even if she’d been largely able to suppress it for the weekend.

He pulled out his cell phone and pushed a button. The egg came alive again. Her center of gravity was already quite far forward, and she lost her balance at the sudden vibration. She grabbed at the chair to steady herself, and that brought her center of gravity even farther forward. She threw her weight backward and was about to land sprawling when he grabbed her.

He was grinning.

“Bast—I mean, Master.”

“Well done, Lulu. It’s good you didn’t get that word out.” He let her go.

She straightened herself. “May I ask what would have happened if I had?”

“My standard punishment for disrespect is six strokes with something that sub finds unpleasant. What that is varies according to the sub. With you, I’d try a riding crop. In time, that might be upgraded to cane. We will have to see.” He got up abruptly.

Both crop and cane scared her, but it was the “in time” that she noticed most. Clearly he thought they had a future. Did she dare hope he was right? After Daniel’s proposal, she didn’t know what to think or hope for. Maybe he just thought that was the best way to act for the night. If he chose to punish her tonight, she’d take it, whatever it was. The egg buzzing inside her made it hard to put her thoughts into words.

“I have a limousine chartered for tonight. I’ll take your egg out during the ride.”

She remembered the scene at the mansion. While it had been hot, she didn’t want to put on a show like that every night. Yet her pussy was getting wet at the idea, and she knew she’d do whatever he told her to. Still she had to ask. “Won’t the driver be able to see?”

“That’s not your worry, Louise. Trust me. There’s a good time for questions and a time to let them go and trust. You want to surrender completely? I want to give that to you.” He stroked the side of her cheek, and the touch was so gentle, so caring that her heart melted. “But first, you have to let go.”

“Yes, Master.” Her voice was almost a whisper. She wanted to. Oh she wanted to. She just wasn’t sure she could. What if she got scared or was distracted by thoughts of Daniel’s ring?

“Good girl.”

He walked outside with her. There was a big stretch limo parked there that she’d barely noticed on the way in, but now it had her attention. He opened the door for her. There were wide backseats, one facing the other. There was a black briefcase on the backward-facing seat. She sat facing forward. She’d never liked the feeling of acceleration when facing the wrong way on the Metro, and she doubted it was better in a car. He sat opposite her, next to the briefcase. He pressed the button that raised the screen between them and the driver.

“Oh!” said Louise.

He nodded. “All taken care of. You remembered not to wear panties?”

“Yes. I haven’t been wearing any all day. Which caused an embarrassing spot on my skirt at one point, by the way.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to feel closer to you, I guess.”
Because I’ve been so horny it seemed like a good idea.

“Show me.”

She hesitated for a second before scooting forward in the seat and pulling the hem of her dress up, spreading your legs. The egg buzzed inside her. “You didn’t have to ask the question about panties. You could have just asked me to show you my pussy, if that’s what you want.”

He chuckled. “I could have indeed. I can talk dirtier if you like. Hold your cunt lips open for me, slut.”

Oh my God
. She couldn’t believe what he’d said, and yet she’d encouraged him. And the worse thing was it made her even more turned on. She couldn’t resist the temptation to brush her clit with one hand, then the other as she moved to obey his command.

“Don’t imagine I didn’t see that, Louise. You’re not going to get any relief until I want you to, so you know you’re only making things harder on yourself.” He touched her clit lightly with one finger, then moved it in slow, small circles. “Is this what you want? You want to be rubbed and rubbed until you come again?”

She nodded mutely, not trusting herself to mouth words. Why did his finger feel better than her own when she knew exactly what motions she needed to get off?
Because I don’t control it.

He pulled his finger back, and she whimpered. He ignored it. “I think we’ve had enough, actually. Hold that pose.” He pulled out his phone again, pushed a few buttons, and the egg quit vibrating inside her.

The moment it stopped, she flushed with embarrassment. Now that she could think clearly, the way she was displaying herself felt utterly shameless. And maybe that was the point. She thought of covering herself with her hands, but she didn’t.

He waited for a moment. “You really are beautiful.” He said it with such fervor that she believed it.

“Now then.” He entered her with two fingers. She was so wet he didn’t encounter any resistance. A few moments later, the egg was sliding out of her. Reflexively she clutched at it with her pussy muscles, but there wasn’t any friction. A string she hadn’t noticed when he’d showed the egg to her earlier dangled from it as it rested in his hand. She’d been wondering how he was going to get it out. She felt suddenly empty. She’d gotten used to its presence.