A/N: Thank you for all your reviews as well as your patience while I was away on vacation. Now that I've returned, the remaining chapters should post every 2-3 days until all are up.
Chapter Four
Edward POV
This type of jealousy was not an emotion I was familiar with. As my attention was focused entirely on the person or people with whom I was in a relationship, and their attentions on me, it was not an issue. It had nothing to do with our master/sub arrangement as I considered all the ways I could use my family's business connections to destroy this "Paul" and all his future career ventures.
I wanted to call him back as I had Seth sucking my cock and make Paul listen. No, acting in jealousy would damage the budding trust between Seth and me. My throat burned from restrained emotions as I swallowed back the bitter emotions that had bathed my tongue with all I wanted to say. It was only when I knew I had full control of my words that I spoke.
"I'll be holding onto your phone for now, Seth. Any calls from your sister will be put through without concern, but others will be screened. Do you understand?"
His head bobbed in meek acknowledgment, the sight just visible in my peripheral vision. "Yes, Master." I took my eyes from the road briefly, drinking in the view of his profile. He was watching the world around us with care, no doubt memorizing the turns I made to reach town. His attention would make him a great companion for Bella once I returned to the office.
"Seth, in two weeks, I'm hosting a party and would appreciate your presence as a willing pet. My guests would be free to do anything but demand intercourse." Perhaps if he saw me playing with some of the men and women who had trained me, he would be the one feeling the jealousy.
He nodded but the sound leaving his throat was a twisted sigh that made my heart ache. As I coasted the car into the parking lot of my physician, I caught a trailing shimmer leading down over his cheek, the diamond dew clinging to his chin before splashing onto the collar of his shirt. "Seth?"
The firm shake of his head happened just once, but gave me a glimpse of the strong backbone beneath his easily shattered emotions. Further coaxing was met with deep breaths before he turned to look at me, eyes clear save the wet line beneath them betraying the vanished tears. "Yes, Master?" he finally asked.
"Seth, while I am dismayed that you lied to me, we handled the punishment. As far as I am concerned, it's over and done with. I'm keeping your phone until Paul learns that you are not available to him. If he continues to call and send suggestive texts, I will deal with him." At my words, that spark in his eyes that drew me to want more than a fuck in my cousin's office came to life once more. With it came awareness of his fears. "Were you worried I was going to end things, Seth?"
His chin remade its acquaintance with his chest before turning to look at me with eyes so full of sorrow mine wanted to water in response. "Yes, Sir; I behaved poorly." He watched me as I put my car in park and pulled the keys, all the way up to when I cupped his chin, pinching it lightly.
"Do you want to leave me? If you do, I can take you home to pack and procure your ticket back to Seattle. I would be greatly saddened to see you go, but I will abide by your wishes. While I take my own pleasure in our relationship, it is about you and your needs."
His next word shattered me.
"Edward."
I couldn't breathe. During a rigorous session I might have expected to hear that, or even one that was emotionally intense, not right here. No matter what I had said, I wasn't ready to give this up.
A gentle smile on rosy lips righted my world, and warm fingers wrapped around my wrist, holding on for dear life. "I don't want to go. I want to stay until Bella is able to serve you again, and then it's up to you and Mistress Bella if I can remain longer." As if realizing how he was touching me, Seth's fingers unfurled from their prize and flexed just a hair away from my arm. I didn't stop myself from twisting my wrist so that we touched one another again.
"May I speak freely, Master?" At my nod, dimples flashed with the breadth of Seth's smile. "It was wrong of me to accept the call, to not delete the texts right away, to not bring it to your attention right away, and especially to hide it from you and then lie. If I had done so to Master Eleazar, he would have sent me home without a chance at apology once he heard Paul was my caller." A deep breath accompanied trembling shoulders.
I knew by Seth's body language that he wasn't done speaking yet. He leaned forward, eyes on mine, and the openness I read there was the reason I chose him. "Paul is the one who almost drowned me. Things are complicated. We're no longer dating, but we have gotten together regularly to meet needs."
"Has he ever been your master?" I found myself asking before thinking.
The shake of his head was overemphasized to comedic proportions. "Never. I don't trust him like that. I-" Seth started speaking, then shook his head again. "Despite where I work and how readily I agreed to be contracted in this relationship with you, I am not easy nor am I jumping at any gorgeous dom to walk through the doors of The Rose Den. If it wasn't for Emmett's encouragement, I would have stayed on the floor cleaning equipment and made eyes at you all evening."
It felt so good to laugh; the giddy joy welled up through my stomach and chest, coming out as a warm chuckle. "Mmm, not so much. You had already caught my eye. I'd have figured something out with Rosalie to have some time with you. As I said before, I knew enough about you to know you were interested." Tension melted away from my shoulders as I shrugged. "You don't hide your emotions well, Seth," I chided.
The answering smile was so broad I thought his face might split. "We should go get the lab work done, Master. I don't like needles, but for you I can deal with feeding the vampires."
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"What, no balloon or lollipop?" Seth asked the phlebotomist as she applied gauze and tape. His eyes were on my feet, his cheeks still pale, and the false bravado he'd shown during the blood draw was fading. I absorbed all the tidbits of knowledge I gathered; this was my job now, to notice the little things about Seth, even those he doesn't yet know about himself. I would also have to see about inviting Eleazar and Carmen down for the party. It would be interesting to see how Eleazar works with him.
"Mister Cullen, we should have the results faxed to you by ten AM tomorrow morning." Her smile was practiced but bright; the phlebotomist knew of my lifestyle and had been here through several such tests in the past.
"Thank you. We'll see ourselves out. My credit card number is on file; have the office manager run it through with the bill once it's ready." I grabbed Seth by the elbow and guided him out to the dimly lit hallway, one that wreaked of virucide a little less than the exam room had but a little more of bodily waste covered with the cheap potpourri scented plug-ins that dotted the hallway. Keeping him close filled my senses with the spice of his skin and aftershave, the subtle musk of his sweat from the heat, and the mint of an Altoid he was clicking against a tooth before sucking on it loudly.
"Need something to suck on, Seth? I have something better than that mint or a 'lollipop'," I said, sotto voce.
His stumble was endearing, and I released his elbow as I quickened my pace, leaving him to follow me. "Ma-" Seth began, and then stopped, realizing he didn't want to call out Master in the middle of a waiting room. I let him flounder as I pushed the handle on the glass door and welcomed the oppressive heat that soon blanketed me.
I reached my car, shaded by an old tree, and had the back door open before Seth sprinted to my side. His face was warm when I reached up to stroke his cheek, his dark eyes watching me. I could feel his gaze on my ass as I climbed in and reached between the front seats long enough to start the car, lower the windows, and turn it back off.
"Shut the door once you slide in." I heard the splat of his gum before my words ended. He must have known where my thoughts were. As Seth lifted one long leg into the car and ducked his head, I wedged my hips down between the front seats until I was sitting on the center console- better referred to as the junk collector.
My pants were unzipped before he had the door shut.
My cock was out of my boxers before he slid to the center of the seat.
His lips were around me before I could catch my breath.
The wet, heat, and pressure were mind-blowing. My body went numb as all nerves attuned themselves to the sensations he was eliciting in my hardening dick. "Fuck that's good." My hands fell to his head, feeling the soft and sharp prickle of the short hairs at the nape of his neck. The curve of his ears felt like satin beneath my fingers as I touched him gently. I tugged the longer strands of hair on top, then scratched my nails across his scalp to cup both hands around the back of his head. "Can you take it all?"
His eyes flashed in response, a hint of fire as he accepted the challenge. I felt his tongue on the base of my erection, his nose pressing against my lower abdomen- and then he swallowed. The gasp that left my chest was comprised as much of pleasure as it was surprise. He knew what he was doing; I shouldn't have expected anything less from him.
When Seth let out a whimper of his own need, the vibration of his lips was a divine tickle. The ache in the base of my gut tugged as it twisted tighter, spinning my desire higher. I could last as long as I wanted to. With Seth's body bent over my lap, his eyes locked on my own as his lips formed a perfect seal around my heated flesh, I found I didn't want to last that long.
I quickly began lifting with each of Seth's down strokes of his mouth, pushing myself deeper. The edges of his teeth surrounded me without scratching, his lips curling in just enough to protect my tender skin. I wanted to see him spread out over the spanking bench in the play room. I wanted to see how red I could make him. I wanted to see him between Bella's thighs...
I wanted to share him. Share her.
"No, Edward," I told myself, even as I felt the thrilling rush through my veins. He would remain my sub while Bella could not act in that capacity. My attraction to him was a pleasant bonus. I could blur the lines all I wanted inside, but I had to keep our interactions as much business as possible in a twenty-four seven relationship. The three of us needed this to work so that I could have my needs met as vigorously and often as I needed them to be.
A harder suck drew my attention back to Seth's mouth as he increased the speed of his bobbing head. He wasn't going to let me fall back into my thoughts, all while maintaining his position and activity of pleasing me. For just a moment, I could give in. I could picture Seth and Bella both kneeling before me as they shared my cock. Twin pairs of warm brown eyes looking up at me with the sort of adoration I've only seen in the subs with whom I've also held a romantic relationship. Four hands tied back in silk cord, decorative knots leading the shoulders and down their chests. Bella on her knees, mouth on my cock as Seth licks her slowly until she wants to scream with her need to come.
The tingling need was becoming desperate as I imagined my beloved wife beside my new submissive. My balls pulled up tight against my body, self-restraint keeping me on the precipice of pleasure. "I want you to swallow every drop, or you'll have to go into the restaurant with my release on your face." My hands fell to his hair again, pulling him despite no need. He was sucking, tonguing, and teasing me perfectly.
"Fuck." With the last sigh of an expletive, I let the rapture course through me. Pulsing lights flickered behind my eyelids, numbness and ecstasy rushing in my veins in response. All I could feel was his mouth and my emptying into it and the gentle pulls as he swallowed my come down. The softest glancing of my fingers across his forehead had Seth sitting back, a rapid swipe of his tongue giving him the appearance of a kitten.
I stared at him in something akin to awe, watching the sparkles in his eyes. He must have seen a question on my face, for he smiled shyly as he blushed. The murmur of his voice was part breath, half-dreamed words. "Yes, Master."
I knew then, no matter what I asked of him, his answer would be yes.
