I think about that long and hard. “Of course I love him. But I’m not—”
“Inlove with him, the way you are with me?”
“Correct, Sir.”
“Are you physically attracted to him?”
Hooooo, boy.AmI. “Yes, Sir.”
“To the point you could you sleep with him?”
My face heats, so even if I wanted to lie, I’d immediately be called out on it. “Yes, Sir. That wouldn’t be a problem.”
It’d be a few hundred fantasies made real.
Carter continues. “No, Owen doesn’t know how I feel about him yet, or even that I’m bi. I never wanted to pressure him. I wanted to make sure I didn’t scare him off, or pressure him in bad kind of ways. I think he will quickly learn to enjoy being with me under the right…circumstances. Especially considering how quickly he’s taken to everything I’ve put him through so far. He hasn’t asked to reciprocate with me yet, so I don’t think he’s quite at that point. All he wants is unconditional love, and affection, and he gets that from me. And now from you. He’s eager to please when he can trust. That’s why he bends over backward for us.”
“Because he trusts us.” I immediately feel more shame about something that happened last Friday, when I inadvertently broke one of Carter’s secret rules for me about how to handle Owen.
I’d told Owen not to be stupid, when I should have used the wordsillyorridiculous. One of those kinds of throwaway lines we’ve all used without thinking about it.
Icertainly didn’t think about it, at the time.
Fortunately, Owen didn’t take it the wrong way. But Carter immediately put Owen in Devotion before calling me from the room to chew me out in private in the bedroom.
Carter warned me then if I repeated the error that he would take Owen, walk out, and they’d be done with me.
“And that’s why you came down on me so hard when I told him not to be stupid, even though I wasn’t actually callinghimstupid.”
His gaze bores into me. “Exactly. In addition to theI’m in chargeandno lyingrules, here are our revised rules moving forward, should you accept them.”
Carter ticks them off on his fingers. “Owen willalwayscome first. When in doubt, default to whatever must be said or done to followthat. Rule two, regarding you accidentally calling him stupid the other night, youcannotdo that again.Ever. If you do, I will end things with you immediately. At some point in the future, if I feel he’s finally moved on to where he can easily tell generic idiom from direct insult, I might lift the restriction. But I promised I’d protect him, take care of him. That means in all ways, and that means even if I’m protecting him fromyou. It’s not our fault she weaponized language against him, but itisour responsibility to make sure we keep him safe. He’s fragile right now. Maybe it’s overkill on my part, but that’s my rule, take it or leave it.”
I sniffle back snot even as tears roll down my cheeks. “Yes, Sir.”
Owen is gentle and sweet, and the thought that I could have wounded him emotionally, even accidentally—which makes it worse, in my mind—well, itkillsme. I’m definitely not going to be much of a sadist when it comes to Owen, I can see that now. Carter will need to take up the slack in that department.
Somehow, I don’t think either of them will mind that.
“Rule three, what we’re doing right now still stays secret and between us, except for what I tell Owen. Especially the sex. Rule four, you will not date anyone but me, and you’re not sleeping with anyone but me, and probably Owen. This also means I now control your orgasms, the way I control his.”
I can barely talk now, with hope and thegoodkind of fear suddenly filling me. “Yes, Sir.”
“Rule five, youmustbe okay with something sexual developing between me and Owen, and my complete ownership of himandyou. No jealousy over that, over what might happen between us, either in front of you, or without you present. Yes, there will be sex involved, including threesomes. Meaning the three ofus,” he adds. “Not any outside people.”
A mental image of Owen bent over the bed and eating me out while he gets plowed by Carter flashes through my mind. I give up trying to form words and simply nod.
Carter the bastard extraordinaire smilesthatsmile. “Did you just think about the upside to me owning and usingbothof you, pet?”
I nod again.
“I can’t guarantee he’ll be okay with that, but I suspect he will, if we handle this properly. So if you and I are going todothis, understand that once that final line is crossed with him, there will be times I turn him loose on you to fuck your brains out formyamusement. It means you do what I say, it means you don’t argue with me. Means I’m trusting you not to masturbate, and to follow those rules. It means I require trust and faith and honesty. Means a lot of hard work. Some of it unpleasant.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“It means if I sit back and tell you to blow him, or let him fuck you, you do.”
The way my pulse gallops at that thought means I need to think on that some more. Not in a bad way, but trying to understand why that idea thrills me so much.
