Page 2 of Noelle

He paused for just a second, the confusion clear on his face. “Would you like to play?”

Running my hand up his chest, I drummed my fingers right over his heart. How far could I take this?

“No, she doesn’t want to play.” Benji snarled from behind me., his breath hot in my ear. Strong fingers closed around my hip and dragged me backwards against him. “She belongs to me.”

I wanted to deny the fact, but there was just something about angry jealous Benji that got me going. Pouting I turned towards him, and this time I let the brat within come out in full force.

“I thought you might be otherwise engaged the same as James.” My lips pursed as I whined. I did everything but stamp my foot.

Something flickered into Benji’s eyes. He didn’t answer me but there was real anger in his eyes as he tipped me over his shoulder. His hand came down hard once on my ass as he walked away. I already knew where he was taking me. Downstairs.

Down to our usual playroom.

“What the hell was that, Aubrey?” Another slap on the ass. Already my skin was tingling. Not just where his palm landed but between my thighs as well

“You always like playing the part of jealous Dom, Benji.” I reminded him, squirming against his shoulder. Trying and failing to find something to rub against. It was one of his favourite games. Pulling me away from another dom who tried to get me to play. Claiming me in front of them.

“Yes, I do.” He admitted with a growl. “But you touched him, Aubrey. You fucking touched him and what are the rules?” Letting me slip to my feet his hand closed around my throat. His fingers digging in just enough to slow my breath, “What are the rules?”

I swallowed hard. “No touching.”

Benji

The hand that was wrapped around her throat was probably tighter than it should have been, but I didn’t loosen my grip. Walking her backwards I didn’t stop until her back had hit the closed door.

“What are the rules?” I repeated.

Aubrey’s eyes widened in her face. “No touching.” Prettily painted lips fell open in a sigh. She knew I was angry with her, and she was still turned on. It was one of the reasons we were so attracted to her, Little Aubrey was everything we wanted in a submissive and partner, but boy did she bring out the jealous part of my psyche.

“And what did you do.” Absently I ran my thumb back and forth over the leather collar on her throat.

“I touched.”

Nodding my head, I fingered that strip of leather. Hooking my fingers into it I drew it tight. And this time the sigh that fell from her lips was pained. “And who do you belong to? Who put this collar on you Aubrey?”

“You.” she whimpered.

I frowned. Never in the six months that we had all been together had she said just my name. It was always my name and James that fell from her lips.

“And who else?”

Stubbornness flashed across her face. Her lips snapped shut. Surprised by her defiance I loosened my grip just slightly

“Aubrey who else?”

“No one.” she finally answered meeting my eyes.

I arched an eyebrow at her in question. “And where does James come into this, Aubrey or have you forgotten him?”

Slowly her hands came up to move mine away from her throat. Surprising me even more. Never once in the six months, we had been together had she not wanted me to touch her either. “James is up on that stage; I’m surprised you aren’t with him.”

I took a step back in shock, I recovered myself quickly. Trapping her back against the door, I studied her. Waiting until she met my eyes. “Are you jealous, Aubrey?”

“No.” Her words were defiant.

“No.” slipping one hand between her legs I pressed the satin of her dress tight across her mound. “It looks like you are.”

“Well, I’m not, if he wants to play elsewhere then that ups to him. What do I care?”

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