Chapter Eleven
Over the next several weeks, the three of us settle into a sneaky, sexy routine.
But Ward still wears my day collar, and I still keep restrictions in place regarding both of their orgasms. As a month passes, then another, and Ward manages to drag Olivia with him to church every third or fourth time he attends with us, one thing becomes clear to me.
I’m still not sure what I’m going to do, or what the ultimate point of this is.
I mean, I know what thepointof it is, but there’s no firmly defined…goalpost. Not beyond trying to free Ward from his wife and father. I’m used to seasons being dictated by polling numbers, and election days, and swearings in. Definite…targets.
This ongoing, perpetual charade cannot successfully exist long-term unless I figure out how to extricate Wade from his situation with minimal disturbance to all our lives.
And it’s obvious to me that Ward cannot maintain this nebulous situation without doing serious long-term damage to his psyche. He’s not merely a submissive—he’s a slave at heart, and he needs a loving, full-time Sir or Master to help balance his life. Being a state-level politician is far different than being on the national stage in DC.
It’s also true that I cannot maintain my current nebulous situation with Liam without it eventually biting me on the ass in bad ways emotionally. Yet, I’m not able to release Ward to Liam’s full control, and I still cannot make myself once again take a knee to Liam.
I can’t keep a pet senator.
What do you even feed those things?
I mean, you’d think I’d have a handle on it after almost fifteen years with Liam, but that’s different.
Ibelongto Him.
Ward now belongs tome. More with every passing week.
I’m still trying to wrap my head around it. I don’t think I quite knew what I was demanding when I came up with this idea, but chalk it up to seemed like a great idea at the time.
Now?
Ward needs me and Liam in ways I honestly wasn’t prepared for. No, I can’t and won’t abandon him. Not just because Liam loves him, and he loves Liam, but because I know Ward now loves me, too.
I don’t want to openly declare my love for Ward until I’m certain this can last for the rest of our lives. There’s a few tiny problems with that, including Olivia.
Man, that woman is horrible. Now that I’ve met her, I feel even more sorry for Ward.
Or, maybe it should be his just desserts for the way he abandoned Liam, but I wouldn’t have Liam if he hadn’t been abandoned.
And I wouldn’t have Ward now, either.
And…
It’s a kinky ouroboros.
Where does it end?
I don’t know. I only know where it started and pray it doesn’t consume all three of us before we learn how to master this crazy roller coaster as we move forward.
I cannot believe those two dumbasses put all of us at so much risk, either. It means I’ll continue keeping them under tight rein until I’m positive I can trust them to behave.
And so, more months pass, with us sneaking encounters here and there, several times a week.
Yes, sometimes in the hideaway, but only when I say it’s safe and I’m there to oversee things. Mostly at our house, though, because that’s safest.
Liam and I return to something passing for a normal sex life between us, but as husbands, not as Master and slave.
One time, Liam accidentally slipped and went into Master mode with me and it yanked me out of my sexy headspace so hard I panicked and spent the night on the couch despite Liam apologizing and begging me to take the bed and he’d take the couch.
I know it wasn’t intentional. He’s gone out of his way to do everything I’ve asked of him. Him and Ward, both.
