Once certain she’d finished, Sully nodded to Mac, who withdrew the vibrator and shut it off.
Sully gathered her into his arms, where her moans turned to sobs that shook her whole body.
“My good girl,” he whispered. “Very good. Did that feel good?”
She nodded as Mac crawled up the bed to snuggle next to her.
Sully brushed the hair from her forehead. “When you feel up to standing, we’ll all go take a shower, and then we can eat.”
She nodded again.
Mac caught his gaze, a sultry smile lighting his face. Sully leaned over and kissed him. “Excellent job, slave.”
Mac waggled his eyebrows at him. “Any time, Master.”
After breakfast, they sat and talked at the dining room table. “So what do you want, exactly?” Sully asked her.
She shook her head. “I don’t understand the question, Master.”
“What do you expect to get from this relationship? What do you need?”
“I love you. I want to keep loving you. Both of you.”
“You can keep loving us without becoming my slave, I told you that.”
She struggled to think. She’d never tried to put it into words. “I want to belong to you.”
“Security?”
“Not like that.” She thought. “I don’t want to lose you. I want you to love me as much as you love Mac.”
“You realize I will always love you differently than Mac. You’re not him. He’s not you. Differently doesn’t mean less or more, however. I love you, and I love him.”
“I know.”
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
Her heart raced. “Yes, Master!”
He captured her chin and gently tilted her head so she had to look at him. “I won’t do that without a lifetime commitment from you.
You know that. Not unless we’re married. I know that sounds stupid and old fashioned, but it’s what I want. You need to think long and hard if you’re really ready for that.”
“I have.”
“That won’t give you carte blanche to fuck Mac any time you want when I’m not home, either. I own his cock the same way I’d own you and your body. He understands that. There might be times I tell him he can’t make love to you when I’m not home. Will that be a problem?”
She glanced at Mac. “No, Master. That’s not a problem.”
Sully studied her. When he next spoke, his voice sounded low and soft. “Clarisse, I know you’ll need us to be vanilla for you sometimes.
I understand that. It’s a need you’ll have, and we will do that for you.
But most of the time, it’s going to be like this to a certain extent. The Master/slave dynamic. There will be protocols, obedience, and discipline.”
“As long as you’re fair, Master.”
He leaned in to kiss her. “I am always fair.” He looked at Mac.
“Do you think I’m fair?”
“Yes, Master. I do. You don’t hear me complaining.”
Sully grinned. “But you enjoy getting the shit beat out of you.”
Mac laughed. “True. Still, you are always fair. You’ve never been punitive. I might not always agree with you, but you’re always consistent.”
“I’ll be right back.” Sully walked to his office and returned moment later, a legal pad and pen in his hand.
This made it real. She was really going to do this.
The thought thrilled her.
Sully studied her for a moment before speaking. “If we ever divorce, there will be no second chances. I will never force you to stay with me, as Mac will be the first to tell you. If you ever decide you can’t do this and want to leave, I will help you go, but you cannot come back. Ever. I won’t play games.”
“I understand.”
He paused, gathering his thoughts. Clarisse spotted the old pain and betrayal in his eyes. “I would allow counseling, working on the relationship if you felt it necessary. I would do whatever it took to try to help you through any issues. I will not, however, stop this aspect of our relationship. You will be my wife in name and legal designation, but you will always first and foremost be my slave, and I will be your Master.”
“Yes.”
“Mac and I started out with a lot of negotiated limits. Over time, we dropped most of them. Now we safeword. I know what he doesn’t get off on, and I rarely push him past his limits.”
Mac nodded in agreement, but didn’t speak.
Sully continued. “Our hard limits. Total honesty, even if it’s uncomfortable. Never lie. I’m sure you had to lie to Bryan as a survival tactic to keep him from coming down on you. You do not have that fear with me. You can always approach me to talk and negotiate. Always. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Lying will always be punished. Severely. Usually more than if you’d simply told the truth. Because I always reward honesty.”
Mac smiled. “That’s for damn sure.”
“That’s another thing—you will on occasion receive punishment.
That punishment is up to me. Sometimes, it will include things you will not enjoy, like caning. Sometimes it might be something like kneeling for a set amount of time. Or whatever I deem appropriate for the infraction. There are times I will trade you the option to do something in exchange for punishment. Other than those situations, punishment receives no negotiation. Punishment will also never violate a hard limit. Understand?”
Fear set in. “But I don’t get off on pain like he does.”
“Let me clarify. Mac gets off on pain. I also use it for punishment for him. If you decide you cannot tolerate caning, for example, it might not be used as punishment. It would never be used in play unless you were willing to push the edge. I might have to find things other than corporal punishment that you hate enough I can use them as punishments. Back to hard limits. We do not have sex or intimate contact with others. No one will ever be allowed to touch you but Mac and myself.”
From fear to confusion. “What about what I saw at the play party here and at club that night? You and those other people?”
“I was assisting with a scene. They used me like they might use a vibrator or a flogger. I was just helping them out.”
She remembered her nasty flood of jealousy when she watched him do that. “Total honesty?”
He nodded.
“I can’t handle seeing you do that with others. Not even just to help. I couldn’t handle Mac with anyone else either.”
He made a note on the legal pad. “What are you comfortable with? What if someone needs advice or help rigging?”
She thought about it. “If you’re helping them set up a scene, or they need help with equipment, that wouldn’t bother me. Honestly? It made me really jealous seeing the way you touched Doreen, even if it wasn’t sex for you. I don’t want either of you being involved with anyone else, even just for play. I want to be the only person you touch like that, besides Mac.”
“Is that why you were upset at the party?”
She finally nodded. “Yeah,” she quietly admitted. “It was.”
“Good. See? That wasn’t difficult, was it?”
“What?”
“Negotiation. It’s as simple as that.”
Could it be that easy? “No fighting?”
“Not about something like that.” He smiled at Mac. “Doreen will be disappointed, but she’ll understand.”
Mac laughed. “She’ll get over it.”
Clarisse stared at them. “Really? You mean it?”
Sully put down the pen. “I love you. I’m willing to spend the rest of my life with you making you happy. If that means I have to give up something that’s not important to me, I’m okay with that. I’m not one of those pricks who puts principles over the people they claim to love.
If you don’t want us having intimate contact with others like that, then we won’t do it. Period.”