In the Middle (21 page)

Don’t make me wait too long, please?

* * * *

The seconds turned to minutes, and the minutes crept up on an hour. Louise had lost track of how many times she’d looked at the door to see if either Rob or Daniel was coming for her. Or better yet, both. This time, finally, she saw Rob. He walked straight toward her, but she couldn’t determine anything from looking at his face.

“Ah, Rob. Are you paying her bill?” asked Spike.

“I think she has assets with which she can pay,” said Rob. Spike laughed. Louise blushed, wondering if the double entendre was intended. Judging from the smirk on Rob’s face, it was.
He wouldn’t.

He opened the briefcase and took out the collar she had turned down before.

“You accept my conditions?” she asked, trying not to sound suspicious.

“I do.” He kissed her lips, surprising her. She surrendered to it, opening to admit his tongue, her heart melting.

“Spike, get glasses of champagne. I’ll pay for those,” Rob said when they parted, making some sort of signal to him that she couldn’t see. “Louise, I really think you should be kneeling for this.”

She slipped off the bar stool and onto the hard floor. The tile hurt her knees, but somehow that was appropriate.
I can take what you give me, Master. Whatever it is, I’ll do my best. But where is Daniel?

Her heart fell at the thought she might have lost him. Must have. They would come in together, wouldn’t they? Or maybe Daniel was still deciding, sitting in that room alone. She’d never seen him cry, but maybe he was—

Rob touched her shoulder. “Take it easy, darling. It’s going to be all right. I promise you.”

I made my offer, didn’t I? And now I have to stick to it. But Daniel, you’ll always be my friend. And I’ll always love you.

Rob was holding the leather collar in one hand, and the other was caressing her neck. She did want it. She wanted Rob to have control, to push her boundaries. She leaned her head back, making her neck as available to him as she could.

He wrapped it around her, the leather soft. At her throat was a small square of cool metal she hadn’t expected. But it didn’t press on her, even when he buckled the collar in back.

“Do you like your job, Louise?”

She shook her head. “Why?”

“Daniel said something about that. You’re an accountant, right?”

“Oh. You two talked?”

“Yes. Give me your eyes, Louise.” He pointed between his own, and she tried to concentrate and focus there. She was his now, she knew that. There was a great deal of peace in that. She could let it all go.

“Good girl. I love you, Lulu.”

She smiled. “I love you too, Rob Randall.”

Her eyes wandered enough to see that Spike had poured three glasses of champagne.
Could that mean? Did it?

“Get up on the stool again, Louise.” She hadn’t expected that order, but she was grateful. Her knees definitely ached from the hard floor; rugs and cushions made kneeling a lot easier. She got up, sat, and then swiveled to find Daniel a few feet away. He was wearing his clothes again, and he took two more steps and then knelt on one knee in front of her, opened the small box with the shiny diamond ring, and held it up.

“I accept, Louise. Will you marry me?”

She took the ring out and put it on her ring finger. It fit perfectly and shimmered like starlight. It was so beautiful. “Yes, Daniel. I will marry you.”

“Daniel and I have decided some things,” Rob said. “We could have asked you. But I enjoy telling you more.” He handed out the champagne.

Uh-oh.

“One is that we’re happy to have you be a kept woman, if you want to quit your job. Or help you go back to school if you want to learn to do something different. But we want you to be happy, and we have enough money that you don’t have to work if you don’t want to.”

Louise nodded. “But then I’d be expected to do the housework, I imagine.”

“We’ll pay for maid service too,” said Daniel. “And we’ll live in my house. Each of us will have our own rooms, but the one big bedroom will be for the three of us to sleep in.”

“And you,” said Rob, “most definitely sleep in the middle.”

She looked between the two men, wondering if she’d made a mistake leaving them alone together in that room. How much had they conspired on? “Do I get a choice about that?”

“No,” said both of them in unison.

I can’t really imagine any place I’d rather be.

Chapter Ten

Three months later

The reception was winding down. She’d greeted everyone, danced with half the room, and it was getting near time to make their exit or the photographer was going to make them run through the whole batch of poses yet again. Louise grinned at Daniel, seizing her moment while the photographer was busy with the bridesmaids. “I’ve decided to take your virginity tonight.”

Daniel blinked. He looked great in his tux, a combination of size and elegance that was unusual. “I’m hardly a virgin, Louise.”

Louise nodded.
He’ll figure it out eventually. If he doesn’t end up liking it, we don’t have to do it again. Unless I’m feeling sadistic
. She somehow doubted Rob would stop taking her in any way he pleased if she said she didn’t like it. He’d try to find a way to make it work. There was comfort in that, knowing she wouldn’t be allowed to disappoint. She was going to provide Daniel the same comfort.

She turned toward him, blocking everyone else’s view, and pretended to straighten his tie. “You wouldn’t say no to your mistress on her wedding night, would you?”

Daniel smiled. “Of course not.”

Tall, redheaded Kathy tapped her on the shoulder. Kathy looked lovely in her green satin gown. Louise was almost jealous. But for three months, she’d been firmly of the opinion that no one had it better than her.

“I just wanted to ask you, hon, did they mess up on the vows or something? I’ve never heard of the groom being asked to obey before.”

Louise smiled. What to tell, what best to hide? Kathy was good at keeping secrets, however, unlike the other bridesmaid, Zoe. Telling Zoe would be like taking a full-page ad out in the newspaper. The one most annoying thing about her arrangement with Daniel and Rob was that she felt like she couldn’t tell anyone.

“Daniel just likes a guiding hand once in a while,” said Louise. “After the stress of his job, he’d rather be told what to do.”

Kathy glanced at Daniel, who nodded.

“Lucky you,” said Kathy. “Do you have a brother around here somewhere? I could use a man like that.”

“No brothers, I’m afraid,” Daniel told her. “Two sisters over there by the punch bowl, but I don’t think they’re submissive.”

“Submissive, hmm? You and my darling Louise? That I’d like to see.”

Louise thought of what Rob had told her, that there were a lot of male subs looking for mistresses. Not that they were quite like Daniel, but maybe she could find someone for Kathy at the club. “Maybe we can arrange for you to see, Kathy. Would you like to have Kathy over as a guest, Daniel?”

Daniel’s cheeks pinkened.
He’s so cute when he does that.

“As you wish,” he said.

“Just one more of the whole wedding party,” said the photographer, getting on one knee and looking through his viewfinder, waving people into position.
God, but the man was a pest
. A family friend of her mother’s, so she hadn’t been able to refuse him. Mom herself was drunk, carrying on with her ex-husband, who had a red nose. The open bar had been at her mother’s insistence too.

Rob walked over, his groomsman’s tux a silver gray in contrast to Daniel’s black. “I think that’s enough, actually,” he said. “Let’s let the happy couple out of here.”

“Please,” said Louise gratefully.

“Excellent timing,” agreed Daniel.

The three of them went to the car together, a rented black sedan with tinted windows that was almost as big as a limo. Rob opened the rear door, and Louise picked up the hem of her white dress and climbed in, with Daniel following. Then Rob walked around to the front and got in the driver’s seat. Just a good friend, driving them to the airport. No one knew but the three of them that Rob had tickets for Buenos Aires like they did. Daniel had in fact suggested it, as he had that they spend the first night in Harper’s Ferry, West Virginia, before flying south.

If Kathy accepts Daniel, then maybe I can tell her about Rob
. She shook her head. Time enough to worry about that later. She had more important things to think about, and the idea of what she was going to do to Daniel had been making her wet all afternoon. It was the perfect wedding night surprise, or so she hoped. “I’m impatient, Rob. Can we stop at the house on the way?”

Rob shook his head. “Not bloody likely. I told Daniel’s sisters we were going to be doing that.”

“So that means we shouldn’t?”

“Exactly. They’ll go there to prank your car, thinking they’ll have time to do a good thorough job. And sadly we won’t be showing up. You’ll have to wait, Louise.”

Well, at least he’s not making me wear some kind of remote control toy while I wait this time
. She glanced sidelong at Daniel.
Of course, I can still tease him.

“Take your clothes off, Daniel. Or at least your pants and underwear.”

Daniel looked surprised for a moment, and then a smile appeared on his face. “Yes, Mistress.” He kicked off his shoes and stripped out of his pants and boxers.

She leaned over and gave Daniel’s hardening cock a squeeze. “How long does the trip take?” She asked Rob, although she already knew the answer.

“Two hours or so,” Rob told her.

“That’s a long time to be on the edge, isn’t it?” She smiled at Daniel, stroking him softly up and down. His cock filled her fist nicely now, and she couldn’t get her fingers to touch without squeezing him painfully.

“You would know better than I,” Rob replied. Daniel stifled a laugh. It wasn’t the answer she’d been looking for, but then, Rob didn’t always take her side when it came to Daniel.
Oh well, I was asking mostly to have Daniel hear the question anyway.

She leaned over and took Daniel into her mouth.

* * * *

By the time they got to the hotel, Daniel’s cock was hard and aching, and Louise had licked more precum off him than he thought possible. Sometimes she’d swirl her finger at the tip of his cock where it was the most sensitive and her touch could be almost painful, and then dip her finger in his mouth for him to lick. It was embarrassing and somehow an incredible turn-on.

He hadn’t been sure about Rob, but it had all worked out. He found he enjoyed watching Louise serve, even when he wasn’t involved at all, and he wasn’t sure why. And Rob was surprisingly willing to bend and talk things out when Daniel did have an issue, to the point where Daniel wasn’t sure which of the three of them got their way most in their relationship. But in the bedroom, the direction of power was clear. Where once he thought he would be eternally battling Rob, he now knew the man had his back, just as he did Louise’s. He could trust Rob.

Louise left his underwear in the car, but he was allowed to pull his pants back up. She obviously had something in mind. Something she wanted him to be turned on for, which aroused him still more. Possibly something painful. Definitely something different.

“When you get inside, I want your clothes off immediately. I’ll be undressing in another room, and Rob will help me.”

Daniel bit his lip. “
Rob will help me
.” That was the hardest part, when it seemed like they were conspiring against him. But he’d also found that when the two of them huddled and talked, he often liked the results.
I love them both, although not in the same way. And they love me. Rob is family; Louise is my lover.

The hotel suite was huge and had a sitting room with a large TV in it that was separate from the bedroom. Rob and Louise disappeared through the bedroom door. He stripped off his clothes and waited. After a minute, he decided that perhaps he should kneel for her, so he did. The rug wasn’t as soft on the knees as the one at home, but it would suffice.

Then Louise came out alone. Her wedding dress was gone, and she wore some dazzling lingerie, all in ivory with little pearls along the bra straps of her merry widow and on the suspenders that held her white stockings up. She wore spiked heels, which normally would have held his attention, but his gaze was fixed higher, at the white dildo that protruded from her mound. She wasn’t wearing panties, and he could see the swollen lips of her pussy underneath it. He wasn’t the only one who was turned on, and he suspected she had been for a while from the way her voice had turned husky in the car.

She walked in front of him. She waved it in his face. “Suck it, lover.”

Obediently he wrapped his lips around it and started to give her a blowjob. He wasn’t sure what it was doing for her. Was she getting off on the humiliation aspect of it? If the plastic cock had nerves, he’d have found it easier to be enthusiastic or totally turned off, he wasn’t sure which. Still, if she thought it was hot to watch, he owed it to her to put on a show.

“That’s enough,” she said. “That doesn’t really do it for me, but you were there at the right level, and it distracted me. Bend over the couch, please? My husband.”

The warmth with which she said it melted his heart. He would have done what she asked anyway. He leaned over and waited. He understood now what she meant by taking his virginity. She’d put things in his ass before but always something in her hand; she’d never fucked him. Not like she was going to now.

He put his knees on the couch, bracing his head on the back of it, grabbing onto the back with his hands. He’d never suggested she try a strap-on because it wasn’t his place, and because he was worried it would make her look less feminine somehow. But she didn’t—not with the way her creamy thighs showed between her stockings and her corselet. Not with her wide hips. Not with her breasts half spilling over the top. She looked all woman as he bent his neck to look back at her. All woman but armed and dangerous.