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“Me and my friends have to get our fun somehow. Although, maybe not so much anymore if I can get into the Gardens. I deserve to be there. I do. Marian?—”

The last was nearly whispered.

“You do, and you will. I’ll have Marian brought to your secret spot.” I snapped to the side of his eye, once, twice. The blinking was delayed. “Such a perfect candidate…for the Gardens. I’ll give you the date soon. You ready?”

Drayton shook his head, blinking hard.

“What the hell was that?”

“A relaxing method I like to use on friends. You feel better now, right?”

“Yeah…I think I do.”

“Of course. I always know best. Let’s go make history. Welcome back home, Drayton.”

Mistress A-0002

There was freedom in pleasure. Like any sensation: pain, ecstasy, perception had the power to make one lose their identity…or find it. My liberty lay with lust. In the throes of passion, I never felt freer or more powerful. If I could have lived in this moment, perhaps I would have chosen this new path. Man. Woman. The best of both. But life wouldn’t stop when we were finished tonight, and I was aware of that. It was too bad that even satisfied, my insecurities dug holes in my will to dismiss the unease of the three of us together. I could ignore the truth in my moment…but I wouldn’t forget.

“Don’t stop kissing me.” My legs jerked. “Muriel, wait. Muriel.”

My mouth shot open as Adrian continued to flick his tongue over my clit. My gasp allowed me to thrust my tongue into Muriel’s mouth as she obeyed my order and squeezed against my nipple with the tips of her fingers.

Why did I have to choose between them? How would I choose? It was both simple and complex. My former best friend—my only love? Or…muscle, money, and motive?

“Take this off.” I tugged at Muriel’s thin, slave dress, stealing a glance to Adrian to make sure his focus was on me and not her.“Panties stay on. Bra…on.” I cried out louder this time. Adrian’s suction over my clit increased as he eased a finger inside of my pussy. He was just where I wanted him. “Hurry.Off,” I said, helping lift the dress she pulled over her head. I eased my head up, jerking down the bra strap and lace, grabbing her back to bring her over my face so I could bite gently against the hard tip of her breast. Muriel’s moan merged with mine as she slightly hovered over me.

Salty skin. A hint of her—ofmyperfume. She always found ways to have me with her. I never punished her for secretly using my things. I had always thought it cute. The bittersweetness stabbed into my chest, hitting the numb pressure that lived there. The sadness vanished almost instantly, transforming into even more thoughts. Insecurities.More questions.It took away from the pleasure, invoking impatience and irritation.

“Adrian,more. Right there. I…need more.” I arched my hips, taking his digits deeper. My nails embedded in Muriel’s back as I sucked against the side of her breast hard enough to taste tinges of blood. Heavy breaths brushed my cheek, and she cried out, shifting on the bed next to me. The little whimpers that followed were all I wanted to hear. They built me higher, bringing me back to the brink of my orgasm. A mix of her name and title kept leaving me. “Slave.” We kissed. “Muriel. Slave.”

“You love me too. I know you do.” She moaned, kissing me again. “You’ve never said it. Neither of us have until today, but you must feelsomething. Please tell me, Mistress. Please.”

My lids lifted and so did she, but only inches as she pulled back to see me.

“Do you love me? Just a little?”

No orgasm. No bliss. It stayed just out of reach as I soaked in the desperation. I led her chest back to me, grazing her nipple with my teeth.

“Spread your legs.” I didn’t wait. I reached over, grasping her knee and roughly shoving against it until she spread wider. “This love you speak of. Is it pleasure? An emotion?An act?” My hand lifted, and I reached, rubbing against the plain cotton panties. She was so wet, stirring me, even with the anger. Pressing over her entrance, I rubbed circles over the material covering her pussy. Muriel added pressure, trying to get me inside of her even more. “I have all these questions, slave, and I don’t understand the answers. Is love a compilation of moments …or catalogued acts of grace we cling to to better understand a lifetime of events that we try to make have meaning? Is that it? DoIlove you?” I grabbed the back of her neck, biting into the fleshy part of her breast enough to have her body going rigid. Adrian stirred, pausing from teasing my clit as I let go and pulled her face closer to mine.

Scared depths never lost hope.

“Do I love you…” Silent seconds. “I love your beauty. I hate it. I used to love your loyalty, but we saw what happened there.”

“Mistr—”

“I’m not finished.”

“Melissa?”

I snapped my fingers, curling in my fist at Adrian’s confused call. “We’ll continue in a minute.” My glare couldn’t be contained as I drew Muriel’s face closer.

“I know in your own way you don’t feel as if you betrayed me. I also know after today, you’ll never make the same mistake again.”

“I never thought how it would sound. I swear I only worried for you.”

Her lip was trembling, and a tear splashed down against my cheek.

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