Page 43 of Bound By Brielle (Crave & Cure Productions)

That’s what she does to me. She makes me dream and plan. She turns hope and prayer into tangible reality, palpable truth.

The remainder of the day is almost as hard as my dick, but I manage. Around six, she leaves, and as she sits in her car in the parking lot, right next to mine, and coincidentally, next to Lance’s as well, she texts us.

Brielle

8717 Parkway Lane Unit B

Front door is unlocked

I start typing, but Lance beats me to it.

Lance

Don’t leave the front door unlocked

Unless you want to be the star of a 60 minutes episode about a woman who goes missing with no signs of forced entry

I snort to myself, knowing he’d reply with that. And then I just stare at his words, my mind reeling from the next truth to settle on my shoulders; I’m not jealous that he’s protective of her.

I wondered, as a dominant, if I could tolerate seeing Lance be dominant and controlling over someone else. I wondered if I could withstand seeing him get what he needs from someone else. But I realize now that he and I are allies in our feelings, together in our need, and I find his dominant side unifies us.

I know when he’s submissive and at my feet, when they’re both on their knees for me, I’ll regain that heady sense of control. The one I thought I needed.

I knew I couldn’t be submissive. But seeing now that I can share power, I can share assertion and dominance—I smile. I smile in my cold car with the foggy windows, the streetlight dropping gold over my lap.

My cock lifts from my thigh and I stroke my palm over the denim keeping him hidden. Tonight is for talking, and yet all I want to do is fuck my pretty, fiery pets.

Fine. I won’t leave it unlocked. Happy?

But don’t come early. I have a phone call to make and I want to take a shower.

I reverse my car and drive out of the parking lot, trying not to fixate on that phone call. But when Lance’s tires squeal on the damp city street in front of Crave, I know he’s fixating on it enough for the both of us. Territorial asshole, that’s what he is.

But he’s my territorial asshole. And I finally have him back.

eighteen

Got any wine?

brielle

I totally lied to them.I have no phone call to make.

“Fucking finally!” Winnie gushes as she yanks open my apartment door.

“Were you like, watching out the peephole?” I ask, slipping my purse off my shoulder as I step past her into my apartment.

“Uh, yeah, Brielle. I was. Because when your best friend texts you that she fooled around with two gorgeous men then proceeds to make you waita weekto hear the deets, you look out the peephole like a psycho.”

I kick off my pumps and sink into the couch, bringing one of my feet into my lap. Kneading the ball, I groan as my head finds pillowy goodness. Directing is hard work mentally and emotionally, but physically, too. I never expected to be so wiped.

“I’m sorry, Win, honestly, I am. I didn’t mean for it to play out that way. I thought I’d be able to talk the next day, then we had an actor call out, we had a reshoot, Debauchery wanted to meet with Aug and he and Lance thought I should be there—” I list just a few of the many things that transpired last week. The very same things that kept the three of us apart all week.

She brings a glass of wine to me before settling in to sip hers. “I want to hear all about what a badass porno director you’re becoming, I swear I do, but right now, I need to know about your three-way, sis, because I need to hear something good.”

I blink at her, surprised. I mean, I know she hasn’t had aboyfriend in months, but she’s always grinning at her phone when she thinks no one is looking. “Really? So whoever you’ve been texting the last few weeks, which by the way,I know about—that’s just a friend, huh?” I bump my shoulder into hers gently.

After setting her wine down on the table, her long fingers tangle in her wild curls, styling it in a heap. She secures her hair using a silk scrunchie. “That’s nothing,” she says simply, driving right into my lane. “Now, you. You go.Go now please,” she says, eyebrows raised in seriousness as she brings her wine to her lips for another long sip.

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