“I know. We've established the pecking order. I'm fine with it.”
“You're not a sub, though,” Lindsay said, doubting Damian could follow direction.
“No, but I can let you take the lead. It'll be less confusing for her. We don't want her to be confused about loyalties or feel like she's betraying one of us if she wants both of us.”
Lindsay sighed. “But she had fun this weekend?”
“Oh, I can guarantee that,” Damian said, with a grin.
“Good.”
Damian got up and headed for the door. “I expect to see her this weekend. And you too. We can explain the arrangement then, yeah?”
Lindsay nodded. “I think that would be a good idea. And Damian?” he said, stopping the man.
“Yes?”
“Set up some hidden cameras. I want video from now on of everything you do with her.”
Damian's brow rose. “Don't trust me now?”
“I just like to watch. I regret that I wasn't with her in some way this weekend when she was scared. I should at least see it all. I am her primary right now after all.”
“Oh,” Damian said, before opening the door. “One more thing. Don't fuck her in the ass.”
Lindsay raised a brow. “Why not?”
“Because that belongs to me. You get her all week. You get so much with her that I don't get. I want that one thing with her that's special just between us.”
It was fair. Lindsay didn't have a big drive for anal. Still, he didn't love someone telling him what parts of his own property he was allowed to touch. Then again, sharing something was all about compromise.
“I'm not going to let you hurt her,” Lindsay said, “So if she doesn't want you to touch her there...”
“I've already touched her there. I'm already working on her there,” Damian said, a smirk growing on his face.
Lindsay rose from his chair and took several menacing steps toward the other man. “Damian... if you hurt her...”
He held his hands up. “I didn't. I wouldn't. I'm easing her in, nice and slow. But she's going to be the best little anal slut. I can already tell by the way she's responding to what I've introduced her to so far.”
Lindsay relaxed and went back to his desk. “Fine, you can have it. Her ass is officially your territory. Happy?”
“Ecstatic.”
When Damian had gone, Lindsay let out a long slow breath and pressed the intercom button on his phone. “Miss Foster, can I see you in my office please?”
A moment later, the door opened and Shannon stood there, looking more uncertain than he'd seen her in a long time. Yes, they definitely had to explain things very soon. He motioned for her to come all the way in.
“Shut the door behind you.”
She shut the door but still hovered close to it, a wide open gulf between them. Was this where they were after only three nights of her in another man's bed?
“Were you a dirty whore for me this weekend with Damian? Did you obey him like I asked you to?”
“Y-yes, Sir.” A flush crept up her neck.
And now he knew what that flush was about.
He knew he'd told her to call him Sir at the office. He didn't want her to slip up and call him Master in front of a patient, but having her call him by the lesser title right after coming back from Damian's made him want to punish her even though she hadn't wanted him to leave her to begin with.
“Come here, kitten,” he said, his voice going more gentle.
After another moment's hesitation she came to stand beside him. He scooted back from the desk.
“Sit here on the desk facing me, and spread your legs.”
Shannon hopped up on his desk, and spread her legs but still looked down at the ground.
“Hey, look at me,” he said.
She looked up. “You're not mad, right?”
“Why would I be mad?”
“I-I called him Sir at his house and we... did things.”
Lindsay rolled his chair in closer to her, brushing the hair out of her face. “You did what I told you to do. Damian will be filming it in the future when I can't be there. I want to see everything he does to you.”
She nodded. He knew she had questions but she didn't ask why she would be going back to Damian's in the future. Lindsay thought she didn't ask because she liked Damian and wanted to go back. She just needed permission to want to.
“It's okay to want him, to like him,” Lindsay said. “It's even okay someday if you start to love him.”
Her eyes snapped to his at that, an unspoken question in her gaze. But he distracted her from the discussion he wasn't yet ready to have by slipping his hand between her legs. She wasn't wearing panties, and she was so so very wet.
“Good girl,” he murmured as he stroked her.
By the time they got back to the house it felt like things had gone back to normal between them. Shannon had lost her feelings of awkwardness after being at Damian's for the weekend. Except for meals and those amazing baths where he prepared her body for his play, she and Damian had spent the weekend in bed.
He'd spent the entire time training her ass for sex, but he didn't fuck her there, no matter how badly she wanted it or how much she begged. He just said... “We will get to it,” leaving her a hot needy mess all weekend even as he made her come over and over with his mouth, his fingers, and his cock inside her pussy.
“Eat some dinner in the cafeteria then meet me in our room,” Lindsay said, kissing her on the forehead. Her face flamed at the things she'd just been thinking about. She felt guilty for thinking about Damian when she was with Lindsay.
“Yes, Master,” she said, her fingers straying to her collar.
“Did you take that collar off when you were at Damian's?” he asked.
“No, Master.”
“Good.”
She watched as he grabbed a tray of food from the buffet and took it upstairs to his room. She wanted to join him up there, but he'd told her to eat in the cafeteria. Maybe he wanted her to be around the other girls. She needed to readjust to the noise of the house.
Damian's house was so quiet and peaceful. Lindsay's was so loud and full of people. She got a tray from the buffet, thinking about her weekend and what this all could mean.
Could she someday love Damian? Would she see him regularly enough for that? What had Lindsay meant that it was okay for her to love him? It seemed he planned to share her with another man long term. Once her initial fear had dissipated, it had been so easy to fall into a rhythm with Damian. It would be so easy to fall for him.
She wasn't watching where she was going and walked right into Brian.
“I-I'm sorry,” she said, almost dropping her tray.
He caught it before it fell and gave it back to her. “Watch where you're going!” he snarled.
“I-I'm sorry, Sir,” she said again.
But he'd already stalked off.
She let out a long shaky breath and sat at an empty table, still trembling from her close brush with Brian.
Shannon woke to the sound of a knife scraping across stone. She was blindfolded, naked, and bound spread-eagled to a St. Andrew's cross. How had she gotten here? Was this a dream? But she knew it wasn't. Despite the realism of those dreams, being here, hearing that fucking grating scrape against the wall was more real than it had ever been in any of her nightmares in all these long years.