Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 140604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 703(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
“My other sub is still not ready. Olivia, don’t you think Garrett should take his clothes off?”
Olivia’s eyes lit, and she eagerly put her hands on the shirt Garrett wore, easing the buttons off until she revealed his muscular chest. She placed her palms on his pecs and sighed. “I think we should all be naked. I don’t think this is a place for clothing.”
“In good time.” He wanted to watch them first. They were the beautiful ones, and they looked delicious together. Like his every wet dream. His guy and his girl, playing together, waiting for him.
Desire hummed through him along with an emotion he didn’t recognize but thought he knew the word for.
Satisfaction.
There would be a lot of that tonight.
“Let’s begin.”
Chapter Seventeen
Garrett had to force himself to breathe. It wasn’t like he hadn’t played the switch before. He’d huddled close to Olivia during play sessions all week, but this felt different. This time it wasn’t performative. It wasn’t something to soothe and ease her. This time he was the sub, really getting disciplined, not simply helping with Olivia’s.
It was the best of both worlds. He would get the discipline he needed and still be able to top the most gorgeous submissive in the world.
All in all, not a bad day.
They had a lot to work out tomorrow, but the most important thing had settled.
Olivia’s fingers slid down his chest to the buckle of his belt. He watched, standing still to give her every chance to get her hands on him. He watched her nipples pucker as she bit her lip and fumbled with the buckle. So fucking gorgeous and all theirs. From her wild hair down to those toes he liked to tickle and nip on until she squealed in that ridiculously cute and sexy way of hers. All theirs.
She finally got the buckle undone and eased the zipper down, and his cock bounced free. It was already hard and had been since that moment back in the jail cell when Keane had turned and given him a look he’d waited a lifetime for.
It was happening. Everything he wanted was right in this room, tangled up in the two people he couldn’t live without.
He gasped when her fingers skittered over his cock and damn near came right then and there. He barely held off because this wasn’t his plan. They were going to get her in between them tonight. He would be ready for it. That was where she would stay for the rest of her life. Unless sometimes he was in the middle. Not often. Every now and then he wanted to feel surrounded by them.
He kicked out of his boots, and then his jeans and boxers joined the heap. He didn’t care. They wouldn’t need clothes again tonight.
She was so close to him, her chin tilting up. She had saved them all tonight. Her sweet stubborn will had outlasted Keane’s fear, and he could never repay her for that. He put a hand on those wild red curls, loving how soft they felt against his palm. “I love you, Olivia Barnes-Fleetwood.”
“I love you, too, Master. I love the top and the switch and the submissive part of you. I love the ruthlessly intelligent lawyer and the sweet man who makes sure I have everything I need before a meeting,” Olivia said quietly.
He felt those words in his soul. “I love the brat and the highly competent businesswoman. I love the good daughter and the one who gives her parents hell when they deserve it. I love every part of you.”
Keane chuckled. “I’m glad I’ve got two subs who know how to use their words. What you two said. Now kiss her, and then I want you both on your knees.”
He wasn’t going to refuse an order like that. He leaned over and brushed his lips against hers before plunging his tongue in. He loved how fierce she was. Her nails lightly dug into his shoulders while her tongue met his, dancing, both of them fighting for the lead. Every stroke of her tongue made his cock harden more. He pulled back because if he didn’t, he was going to throw her on the bed and shove his way inside her. And the Master would be irritated.
Instead, he took her hand and helped her sink to her knees beside him, their hips touching, and they both found the proper position. Legs splayed, head down, palms down on their thighs. He felt a shudder of pure pleasure go through him. It didn’t feel like playing a role this time. It felt like he’d found his place. For real.
He stayed silent, as did Olivia. He kept his eyes on the floor before him, and eventually Keane’s worn boots came into view and he felt a hand on his head.
“I need you to know that everything I do this evening is to honor both of you,” Keane said with grave intent. “I want to give you what you need. Everything you need. You have to communicate with me. You can’t have sessions with other Doms because you don’t want to talk to me about what you need.”