I finally tuck my cock back in and zip up, but I remove my shirt and toss it aside.
Also, I look Liam in the eyes as I unfasten the thick, stainless steel chain bracelet on my right wrist, my day collar, and set it on the dresser.
I rarely take it off myself, although Liam will frequently remove it for me. Sometimes, he puts cufflinks on me as a day collar. I wear something every day to work as a day collar, but when we’re home, sometimes it’s a leather collar buckled around my neck instead of the day collar around my wrist.
That’s definitely pain in his eyes now as his gaze lingers on where I set the bracelet. Maybe it’s naive on my part, but I want to believe Liam comprehends exactly how badly he fucked up. Maybe it makes me stupid to hope this will work out. Still, I’m willing to give both of them the opportunity to atone.
I read Liam’s words, words from the past he thought no one except maybe Ward would see when he originally wrote them.
He definitely didn’t think I’d ever see them.
The raw, honest anguish. I also know, because of those same words, that he loves me.
Thatman deserves a chance to finally heal. I swore I’d never share Liam, but the truth is, I have been sharing him, ever since the day I met him.
This won’t be easy, and it won’t be overnight, but I know for a fact there are other throuples out there. Even in politics.
Why can’t we be another one?
After all, Liam’s not the only kinky bastard in our marriage.
* * * *
By the time Ward finishes his assigned task and returns from the bathroom, I’ve made a trip downstairs to retrieve more supplies, including more rope, and the plastic wrap, and have prepared everything. I’ve even stuffed puppy pads under Liam.
I donotwant to have to change the sheets tonight on top of everything else. I’ve got an early morning tomorrow, and I’m guessing these activities will run pretty late. I can’t call off work tomorrow because of my meetings, and because it’ll already be hairy enough catching up from today.
That’s yet another thing that pisses me off about all of this. I’m notorious in my office for having an intolerance for preventable fumbles. I understand people aren’t perfect, but there’s a huge difference between an honest accident beyond one’s control, and deliberate stupidity.
What these two idiots did approaches a level of nearly criminal incompetence, both of them. As a result,I’mgoing to lose sleep and be forced to rearrangemyschedule becausetheywere horny dumbasses.
One of the reasons I love being a slave to my husband is because I’m in charge in every other freaking aspect of my life. People who know me would never suspect I’m submissive. If anything, there’s likely a belief that I’m the one in charge of our marriage. Being Liam’s pet means I get desperately needed down-time I cannot achieve any other way. It’s a mental vacation.
Now, I don’t even have that avenue of de-stressing available to me. Not until they earn my trust.
That’s a rant I focus on them, too. “I shouldn’t have to be doing this!” I yell. Ward stands next to the bed, where I ordered him to await my next command. He looks appropriately chastised.
“I’ve had a rough couple of weeks at work with a few more on the horizon,” I continue. “I’m working fucking Saturdays, and sometimes on Sundays, too. I’m busy as Hell. And what do I have to do today? I have to get emotionally body-slammed because of you two jokers not properly adulting.”
I jab a finger in Liam’s direction. “You know this about me, too. Now I’m stuck waiting to see if you assholes can follow my rules and regain my trust.” My anger boils into full-on rage, even though I know I should shove it back and try to rein it in. “If you two think I won’t enjoy every second of torture I’m going put you through, think again.”
Liam hasn’t tried to spit out his briefs, either. Honestly? I thought there might be some minor rebellion on his part by now in that way.
I don’t know if that makes me feel better or worse, to be honest.
Snapping my fingers at Ward, I point to the floor in front of him and he immediately drops to his knees.
Yes, having been trained by the same sadist has a few benefits, I suppose.
Taking the plastic wrap, I grab Liam’s cock and wrap a couple of turns around his cock and balls. Sort of an impromptu cockring.
That’s not what it’s really for, though.
And I take no small measure of joy in watching his eyes widen as he realizes exactly what I’m going to do to him.
I grab the glass with ice in it from my drink I’d finished earlier and, working quickly, I use more of the wrap to secure the ice along the base of his cock, above his balls.
He yelps around the briefs and struggles against the ropes, but I know my knots.
