“I’ll break off all—”
SLAP!That one, harder than the others, fucking rocks my head back and makes me see stars.
“I talk. You listen. You sayyes, orno. Understand?”
Stunned, I stare at him and find myself whispering, “Yes.” That’s when I really start to process what he just said, including theright nowstipulation.
There’s a determined set to his jaw I’ve only ever seen when he’s at work. “This guy’s been part of our relationship and marriage from the start, Liam. Until all of this, I thought it was even sweet in a way, that while he broke your goddamned heart, youstillloved him so much that you could never totally let go of him. That you felt you had to protect him and his identity.
“That’s one of the reasons I came to trust you so deeply. I mean, I thought how much of an asshole could you be if youstillloved the fucker who broke your heart. Me? He ghosted me like that? He’d literally be dead to me. I’d wipe every last trace of him from my mind and curse the day we met.
“But not you. Even through your pain, you still held space for him in your heart, even if you couldn’t admit to me, or to yourself, that you still loved him as much as you did.”
He slowly shakes his head. “You talk in your sleep. You’ve said his name I don’t know how many times over the years. I never asked you about it, because I figured if you wanted to tell me his name, you would volunteer it. And, sometimes, I couldn’t quite make out what you were saying. Now that I know who he is, it all clicks. Everything. How you talked about him, some things you’ve said that I didn’t quite understand before.”
Just when I thought I’d hit emotional rock-bottom, I learn something new that makes me feel even lower.
He continues. “He was your slave?”
“Yes.”
“And did he willingly drop to his knees for his Master when you were together in the hideaway?”
I don’t want to answer, but I know I have to. “Yes.”
“How are you communicating with him now?”
“I picked up burners for us.”
He snaps his fingers of his other hand and holds it out. “Give it to me.Now.”
Without hesitation, I dig it out of my pocket and hand it over. He uses the same passcode to unlock it and quickly scans through the texts while I watch.
Yes, I was stupid to save them, but what can I say?
Finally, he looks up. “Can we trust him?”
I hesitate to answer this one, but my gut does it for me. “Yes.” I pray I’m not wrong. “We can trust him.”
“Fine. Here’s how this will work, for now. If I catch either of you violating these rules, I’m gone. You understand me?”
Is it…possible? “Yes!”
“You can have contact with him at work, obviously. Forwork, not fucking, not blowjobs—justfor work. You can keep the private e-mail account and say whatever the fuck you want to say to each other that way. I want the login info so I can monitor it. You don’t delete a single damned e-mail, Liam. Not the old ones, or any new ones. You can text and talk to him about whatever you want to on the burner, as long as neither of you are stupid enough to exchange pictures, or use identifying names that people can tie to either of you. You don’t delete any texts, either.”
“Yes.”
He’s not even close to being done, though. “The boy’s going to get himself fucked and spanked on a regular basis—byme. Because I just gained me a fucktoy. Ward is nowmyhall-pass fuck, too. Youwillkeep your hands off your cock.Iwill decide if and when and how you get to come. Sometimes, it will be with me. Sometimes, I might allow and supervise play between you and him. ButIam in control of that, for now, since the two of you together apparently lose the ability to fucking remember that you’re goddamned senators and need to exercise extreme caution. Do you agree to all of that?”
I shove down the Master’s rebellion trying to rise up from the depths of my soul and push back against Daniel’s dictum. “Yes.”
“The only reason you two probably haven’t been clocked before now is you got damned lucky because everyone was focused on Samuels’ inauguration. I want to see what’s so special about Ward’s ass and mouth that you’d lose your fucking brains and risk everything we’ve worked so hard to build, Liam. I want to understand why that boy’s had such a stranglehold on your heart for all these years. There might be times I make you stand there watching him suck my cock before I jerk him off. Yes, that’s mean, but it’s not meant to be a reward—it’s meant to be punishment for you forgetting whodidn’tleave you.
“Hopefully, one day soon, I will work through this and then we’ll figure out what the three of us do together going forward. If he’ll even leave his wife. But you’d better get him to agree to this if he ever wants to kneel for you in the future. Because the only kneeling he’s going to do until I’m ready to let you and him be together again is when he’s atmyfeet or suckingmycock. Make him understand in your special way that I am now his Sir, and he’s nowmyboy. Hewillsubmit to me and do whatever the fuck I say if he wants any hope of ever being with you again.”
Fuuuuck me, what kind of twisted asshole am I that my cock’s throbbing at the thought of the three of us being together?
Is it even…possible?
