‘If you want me to choose between the two of you—’
‘Lucy, calm down. Lie down. Come on.’
He snuggled her back into the crook of her arm, but she was still tense and taut with dread of what he might say next.
‘I’m not saying you have to choose between us. And I’m not saying what you’re doing is bad. I just think it could be better if we all knew each other, properly.’
Lucy lay silent for a while, staring at Rob’s shoulder. Her cheek rose and fell in rhythm with his breathing. Was it such an outrageous idea?
The thought of sitting between the pair of them on some sofa in some bar made her sex heat up again, despite its recent exhaustive use. Caught between two lovers. Two doms. Twice the kink, double the fun. Could it ever be as simple as that?
She was sure she could never pick one over the other, if matters came to that head. Perhaps this might be a way of avoiding such a crisis? Or precipitating it?
It was dangerous, but alluring.
And Rob wanted it, and what Rob wanted, he generally got. It would probably save a lot of machinations and manipulations if she just gave in now.
‘So, you want me to, like, introduce you to Richard?’
‘Yeah. I think we should all spend some time together. It’s been getting on for a year, Lucy. I want to take things a step further. Don’t you?’
‘I don’t like making decisions.’
‘I know you don’t. So I’m making one for you. Talk to Richard. See what he thinks of the idea. And then perhaps we can get something off the ground.’
Lucy had tried to mention it to Richard, but somehow it had taken her three visits – and three painful punishments from Rob for her procrastination – to finally bring the subject up.
She expected him to reject the idea out of hand. He was a wealthy, busy man who slotted Lucy into one compartment of his life, never cross-contaminating it with the others. Richard’s life was organised in ranks: job, family, social life, sex. The first three could overlap; the fourth, never.
Or so Lucy had always seen it.
So when he nodded and stroked his chin and said, ‘Why not?’ she was startled.
‘I thought you’d hate the idea. I’ve been afraid of mentioning it.’
‘You’re not usually afraid of mentioning things. As these stripes on your bottom testify.’
He was kneeling between her legs while she lay on her back with her knees bent, spread and hovering near her ears. He was inserting a butt plug. It might not be the obvious moment to discuss arrangements for meeting up with your other dom, but Lucy didn’t really understand the concept of there being a time and a place for everything.
‘I’m sorry I said that, sir. It was rude of me.’
‘Yes, it was.’ He paused in the application of lubricant to her defenceless back passage. ‘I won’t hear any more allusions to grey hairs, thank you very much.’
‘It was a joke.’
‘A bad one.’
The plug went inside her without much finesse. Perhaps she should show more contrition, she thought, whimpering.
‘There’s something to remind you of your place,’ said Richard sternly, twisting the plug without mercy. ‘Now, tell me what Rob did with that dildo and the chilli flakes. He sounds highly imaginative. I’m surprised you dare suggest that we meet and compare notes.’
‘It is stupid of me,’ sighed Lucy. ‘I see that now.’
Richard took hold of her hips and eased himself into her pussy, keeping her knees high and wide, his gym-flat stomach flexing in her line of vision …
And now she was here in this miles-from-anywhere cottage, perfectly alone, waiting for them both.
It had been Richard’s suggestion that they meet on neutral territory, somewhere without distractions, where they could get to know each other in depth. He could afford to hire anywhere, but he didn’t want to show off in front of Rob, which Lucy thought was rather sweet of him. There was a sensitivity that he kept hidden behind his layers of mannered strictness and prestige but, when it flashed a glint now and again, Lucy was deeply grateful for it. After all, Rob could be a bit chippy sometimes. So they had paid equal thirds for the rental cottage, and nobody could claim to be the biggest stakeholder in the experience.