And…I do.
Before they leave that evening, while Owen’s in the bathroom, Carter pins me against the kitchen wall and kisses me. “You know what happens now, right, pet?”
I smile. “Fun and games?”
He grins, and it’s so perfectly evil and dark that it nearly makes me come right there. “Fun and games, pet.”
Chapter Eleven
Carter, the rat bastard, still hasn’t taken us over that intercourse threshold yet, even though it’s been over a week since Owen formally became our submissive.
Okay, a week since Owen formally becameCarter’ssubmissive, and I have certain…privileges with him.
Why aren’t we fucking yet? Carter refers me to Owen’s admission to me about his submissive needs. That Owen was nearly panicked before they “told” me, worried I’d reject him. Carter told Owen that Carter would be working with me to show me….things.
That means the bastard extraordinaire uses much ofouralone time together for working on my “formal” training. I mean, sure, itiswhat Carter told Owen we’d be doing, so I guess we reallyshoulddo it, instead of further misleading Owen about what we’re doing. There’s enough we’ve already concealed from him.
Like that I already know much of this stuff.
Although, as Carter points out to me, we never told Owen we weren’t having sexy time together, or getting together behind his back, and that’s a key point. While there are some omissions and even a few outright lies being told that I agree are in Owen’s best interest right now, we haven’t actually broken any rules Carter laid down for Owen in terms of Carter and myself.
That is a key distinction.
Besides, if Owen can survive Carter’s training, IknowI can do it. It’s a point of pride for me to want to be able to take what I’m going to be dishing out.
Carterdoeshave a valid point, though, as much as I hate to admit it. He wants to make sure we’re on the same page, and wants to make sure Owen’s getting consistent training. I completely agree with that. The best way to do that is to train me, too, which dovetails nicely with the narrative he’s given Owen about our current activities.
Except…
The more Carter works with me—both on how to dominate Owen in only good, healthy ways, and working on my own submission—the more I realize I can no longer deny the truth.
Iamin love with Carter, and have been, for a while. Probably since the week we first met, if I’m really honest with myself.
I’m well aware of our deal. He clearly made a point of telling me not to fall in love with him unless I can completely give myself to him.
Marry him.
But even more,submitto him.
Yet the heart wants what it wants.
I’m used to getting what I want, even if I have to work my ass off for it. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want Carter.
Another promise I made to him when we started this was that I’d never lie to him.
That night, after Owen’s left for the dorm, as I kneel there—naked, of course—in front of Carter inPrimed, I feel the words itching in the back of my throat and yearning to be set free.
Carter sits back on the couch and watches me. I know he’s in a lot of pain tonight, which is why I’ll be driving him home after we’re done. Part of that is due to a bad fall he took with me at lunch yesterday, when we had one of our “struggle snuggle” sessions here at the house.
I didn’t mean to knock him off the bed.
#whoopsies
He wasn’t upset about it, though. The man does have a wicked good sense of humor. He even made a joke about that’s why it’s always best to tie a subby to the bed, to prevent them from falling out.
But tonight, he’ll leave the Snot Box here, and Owen can bring him back tomorrow morning before their classes to pick it up.
Although it won’t be the first time Carter’s been in pain following one of our play sessions. He’ll have to cover it up in the morning during his run with Owen, use his old injuries as an excuse. I mean, yes, Carter does legitimately have bad pain days from his old injuries, but wrestling with me doesn’t help things any.
