Rebecca's Lost Journals, Volume 3: His Submissive (Inside Out #1.3)(7)

He wouldn’t say it if he didn’t mean it. “You took his keys,” I commented. “How will he get home?”

“He made the choice to drink and drive. Let him figure that one out.”

I couldn’t argue that point.

Fifteen minutes later we entered his home, and I remember the spicy, woodsy scent—his scent—warming me all over. This place felt safe. He felt safe. It was a moment of revelation. Isn’t that feeling exactly why I was able to allow him to spank me and be aroused, rather than frightened or angry? Though I’d been mad, it was about the location, not the spanking. I don’t, and won’t, allow my job to be affected by our relationship.

He led me to his living room, and I felt a kind of vulnerability from my need for him that I wished then, and even now, that he couldn’t create in me. But I was alone with him and he was gentle in the way he’d been that night he’d come to my apartment, the night when I’d freaked out over my first reading of the contract. That felt right and good—until I saw that we weren’t alone at all. The other man who’d been here before, who we’d been with, was standing by the crackling fireplace, holding a glass of wine.

“From what I hear, you need this,” he said, lifting the glass to offer it to me.

My would-be Master stepped behind me, his hands sliding to my waist, his mouth lowering near my ear, “Go take the wine.”

“No, I—”

“It’s just a glass of wine, Rebecca,” he said. “It’ll calm your nerves.”

It wasn’t just a glass of wine, and we both knew it. It was the first step to more. Even so, after a moment of hesitation, I stepped forward, moving slowly, cautiously toward the other man. I stopped in front of him and he handed me the glass. He was as gorgeous as I remembered, tall and dark, the opposite of my would-be Master.

I’d blinked at the man whose name I did not even know, the air crackling like the fire behind him. He wanted me. I didn’t want to want him, but there was this sexual tension in the room that was almost like a living creature. It was as hungry as his eyes told me he was. I knew then that if I let it happen, I would be submissive to both men. This man would be Master Two, submissive only to Master One.

I accepted the wine and sipped it, letting the bittersweet liquid slide down my throat, welcoming the numbing effect it would offer. Master Two reached down and stroked my hair behind my ear. “Beautiful,” he whispered.

I don’t consider myself beautiful, but the way he looked at me and the way he said it, all rough and husky, as if he meant it, made me feel as if I was. My body heated, and I remembered him touching me once before, the way his mouth had intimately licked and kissed me all over. The way his cock had thrust inside me.

Master One, the man who’d consumed me inside and out, stepped behind me again. It was him I truly responded to, his touch tingling through my body, heating my blood.

“Yes,” he agreed softly, his fingers trailing down my arms, creating goose bumps on my skin. “Beautiful.”

It was all I could do not to lean into him and become lost in his touch, but once I did that, once I forgot everything but him, there wouldn’t be only him. There would be them—both men. It bothered me to be shared, and yet it aroused me.

I knew then that I had completely lost control of myself again. I downed the wine, and shoved the glass at Master Two before I turned to Master One. “Why did you call me tonight, when you told me to contact you when I was ready for this?”

His fingers stroked down my hair. “What’s important is that I did, and you needed me.”

That wasn’t the answer I wanted, though I have no idea what I had wanted him to say. Just not that. “I can take care of myself.”

He laced his fingers in mine and pulled me to the couch. “Did you know,” he asked, sitting down and settling me onto the cushion beside him, “that putting yourself in danger is forbidden in our contract? In fact, it’s grounds for punishment.”

Nerves slammed into me immediately. His spanking me had been one thing. I trusted him in ways I didn’t try to understand. But I did not trust Master Two. I didn’t know him. “You want to punish me again?” I asked.

His fingers wrapped around my neck and he brought my mouth to his. “Punishment is between you and me. Only you and me.”

A small amount of tension eased from my body. “Then why is he here?”

“Because I want every drop of pleasure I can get from you. I want to taste it. I want to touch it.” His lips brushed mine, his fingers caressing one of my breasts. “I want to feel it when your body tightens around my cock and quakes because I’ve f*cked you so well.”

My sex clenched, but I wasn’t ready to cave in to passion. “And yet you want to share me.” Just saying the words twisted me in knots.

He leaned back to look at me, his gaze probing mine. “When he’s f*cking you, and touching you, and licking you, Rebecca, I can watch every little nuance of how it affects you. It’s like a window into your pleasure that allows me to not only give you more, but also be the best Master I can be. I can’t do that when your hot little body is squeezing my cock into oblivion. So, let him f*ck you. Let him please you. Let us give you the escape I can feel you craving.”

It wasn’t the answer I expected. In fact, it was everything I didn’t expect, and everything I needed to hear. It was incredibly arousing—freeing, even. “Yes,” I whispered, and my reward was his mouth closing on mine.