Even better, it means I can marry Susa before her father’s any wiser. Fucking Florida and their three-day waiting period to get married. It’s harder to get hitched than it is to buy a long gun.
Three days in Florida—especially in Hillsborough County—means three days that Senator Benchley Evans can find out a twenty-eight-year-old man is marrying his nineteen-year-old daughter.
Might not go over so well with the guy. In fact, I can pretty much guarantee it won’t.
But she’s a consenting adult, and this is my plan.
Don’t get me wrong—Susa’s beautiful, and absolutely I see myself spending the rest of my life with her. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be doing this.
My plan, however, is for thethreeof us to spend our lives together. The fastest way to do that is to marry Susa, which we won’t tell Owen about, for now. Meanwhile, we’ll work with Owen to finally sever his last emotional tie to his thundercunt mother.
As soon as we return to Tampa, Susa and I will immediately step up Owen’s training and his immersion with Susa both sexually and as a Mistress and slave. Because Owen will see we’re the ones who faithfully and steadfastly stand beside him, take care of him.
Love him.
Catch him and hold him and protect him in his lowest, darkest times.
Us.
By the time I force him to choose us or his mother, he won’t want to leave us.
Helloooo, Las Vegas.
* * * *
I don’t tell Owen about the trip until the night before. That’s less time for him to stress. Since Susa and I are paying for the trip, he has no excuses to not go.
We fly out to Las Vegas on a Friday afternoon once classes end, and have dinner with Owen’s father, step-mother, and the younger brother and sister he’s never met. Hell, Owen hasn’t seen his father in over eleven years.
After a very emotional talk at their home, where Owen finds out his mother has pretty much lied to him his entire life about everything, Susa and I take him back to the hotel, where the three of us share a bed. Only for sleeping that night, because Owen has emotionally hit rock-bottom now and needs us more than ever.
It kills me seeing him so upset, but this is the only way. His mother is a literal infection in his soul. It’s a painful process, I know, but by cleaning it out for good he can start over and be stronger, healthier.
Happier.
Saturday morning, Susa and I, per the plan I outlined to her before we left Tampa, distract Owen in the most obvious and pleasurable way possible.
Orgasms.
It’s the first time I allow Owen to go down on Susa, and he does so with gusto. I watch, a thread of jealousy winding through me that she gets to be with my boy in this way, but I rip it out and refuse to let it grow.
Thisis the way itneedsto happen. I’ll be able to freely love him soon enough.
After we drop Owen at his father’s house for the party, with a promise that we’ll be back in a few hours to have cake and then dinner, Susa and I go run our “errands.”
I want to do some shopping while we’re here. Tampa doesn’t exactly have a lot of BDSM stores, and thisisSin City.
But first…
We have something else to take care of, and that’s our first stop. Once we’re standing in line in the clerk’s office, I take a moment to breathe, reflect.
There is no going back, for me.
Susa’s all in, obviously. She understands I’ll own her and Owen, and that the plan is for us to bring Owen in as our permanent third for life.
Fortunately for me, Susa sees the benefits of having two guys in her bed every night, and understands that I’m bi and my ultimate goal is a sexual relationship with Owen.
Thankfully, Susa has a Kindle full of…well, fantasies she’s about to make reality.
