He laughed. “No, not today. And not this weekend. I will decide when you're ready. Now come for me.”
Shannon rocked against the toys moving inside her and allowed them to take her over the edge of her pleasure. She screamed out her orgasm, and then Damian turned the toys off and pulled them out of her.
She collapsed onto her stomach on the bed, spent. But he wasn't quite finished yet. Damian lubed a gently flared plug and seated it inside her ass. She gripped the sheets and moaned as it slipped inside. Then he pulled her against his body, her back to his front and stroked her pussy until she came yet again, her ass clamping down on the plug.
“Good girl,” he soothed. “Now rest. You need to get used to this sensation.”
71
It was Monday morning and Lindsay had just finished up with his first patient. He had an entire hour before his next appointment because of a scheduling conflict. He glanced at the clock on the wall, watching the seconds tick by. They were late. They were supposed to be here at nine o'clock.
He was about to pick up his phone to call Damian when he heard them laughing as they got off the elevator. He got up and went to stand in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. He caught Damian grabbing her ass in the outer office while she giggled.
“You're late,” he said.
Shannon immediately turned serious, and he hated that. He hated that she was nothing but giggles and smiles with Damian and the second she saw him again she'd gone serious. Oh they had their own sort of banter, but it wasn't the same light playfulness. Their history was too heavy for that.
“I-I'm sorry, Master.”
She thought she was in trouble.
“You're not in trouble. It's not your fault you're late. Damian knew what time to have you here.” He turned to the other man. “Damian? In my office please?”
Damian pressed a kiss to her throat and brushed past Lindsay into the inner office. Lindsay turned back to Shannon and pointed at a black bag beside the desk.
“Your clothes are in the bag. Go into the guest bathroom and change. Then there is a stack of folders waiting on your desk to be filed. And reschedule with Lucy. She can't make it today.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, slipping into her office role, all playfulness evaporated.
Great. He was the asshole in this scenario.
He closed the door of his office and went to sit behind the desk. “Well? How did it go?”
Damian had found the hidden brandy stash and helped himself to a drink. Lindsay decided against ranting about how it wasn't even lunchtime yet. He already felt like the interloper, the old guy coming in between two young people in love.
Damian took his time sipping the brandy and sat in the chair opposite from Lindsay. “It started rocky but we moved past it quickly.”
“Rocky, how?” Lindsay asked.
“She was scared of me.”
“What did you do to make her scared?” he said, working to keep from raising his voice. Shannon was on the other side of a very thin wall after all. No reason to unsettle her more.
“Nothing. She just was scared because you weren't there. You really need to explain this situation to her, about the both of us. If you still want to do it,” Damian said.
“Why wouldn't I want to do it?” Lindsay asked, irritated.
“You look jealous.”
Lindsay laughed. “Please. Jealous of you? You may be young and fun but nobody knows her like I know her. No one knows how to train a woman's body like I know how to train it. You're an amateur next to me. And let me disabuse you of your silly notions about all this right now. She doesn't want some fun normal guy who blurs the lines with her. She wants to be owned.”
“Are you sure about that?” Damian challenged, putting his feet up on Lindsay's polished oak desk, like he was moving right in and taking over.
“She needs it. She craves it. She will never feel safe or complete if she doesn't have it. I've been a therapist for a long time. I've seen a lot of kinky people in this office. Some things are just ingrained. No matter how healthy or happy the person, some things they just need. So if you fuck this up... if you go too soft with her...”
“I won't go too soft with her,” he ground out, almost offended. “But I have to build her trust. Lindsay, you didn't see her. The way she panicked and begged me not to hurt her.”
A hard knot formed in Lindsay's stomach at that. Maybe it had been too soon to leave her with Damian, but after how compliant she'd been at the gallery and the party at his house, it had seemed appropriate to leave them alone... allow space for them to form their own relationship. After all, he'd already had a lot of time alone with her and would continue to have it. She'd need to be able to rely on Damian some day, to transfer all those things she aimed at Lindsay onto someone else.
“Are you sure you're up for this?” Lindsay asked. “This isn't some kink game. If you undermine her reality...”
“I'm not undermining it. I'm making her call me Sir like we agreed until she knows what's happening here.”
Maybe Lindsay should have waited for a different night. Maybe they should have been together, just the three of them in Damian's dungeon, helping her to understand her position between them. Then Damian could have had some time with her, just the two of them. With the rest of the party going on, there hadn't been the opportunity to begin establishing the dynamic they were working toward. And with her still in the dark it just made it that much more complicated.
“I'm going to tell her,” Lindsay said. “I just need time to figure out how.”
“You know she'll go for it,” Damian said.
Lindsay rubbed his temples. Of course she'd go for it. She'd been starved of love and sex and attention for so long that now getting it from two men at once would be like winning the fucking lottery. So if he was so sure she'd easily go for it, why didn't he want to tell her?
Because then it would be real. Until he laid the terms out for her... until everyone was in agreement it was still just a noble idea for how to protect her long term, a backup plan. It was just him sharing her with someone else on occasion instead of someone else owning a piece of her.
Lindsay enjoyed sharing. He did. He got off on watching another man take her, while she knew he could offer her to as many men as he deemed appropriate. He liked turning her into his obedient little whore, hungry for every cock he allowed to fill her.
But sharing ownership was different. Sharing her body was one thing, sharing her soul was another. Even though he knew this was what she needed because she would never survive another master dumping her off like an unwanted stray. He needed to have things already set up for a smooth handover.
“Some day far in the future when it's only the two of you, would you share her with someone else or keep her to yourself?” Lindsay asked.
Damian shrugged. “I don't know. But that's a long way off, isn't it?”
“Yeah.” Well over a decade probably. Maybe two. Maybe more. “We need to spend time with her together soon.”
Damian nodded. “I think that's a good idea.”
“When it's the three of us, I call the shots,” Lindsay reminded him.