Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
It wouldn’t be the first time we’d brought someone else into our bed for a little bit of fun.
But it would have been the first time that it might have been more than that. No, I wasn’t as enamored with Daisy as Sage was, but having spent the last couple of hours watching her navigate all the social norms that came with attending a wedding, I doubted it would take much to put me on the same path.
It had been a long time since I’d been attracted to a woman, though it wasn’t an unheard-of thing for me. Before Sage, I’d been with plenty of women, men, even both at the same time. But men had always been my preference because I found they could handle my needs a little better than the average woman. Even Sage, who was a good four inches shorter than my own six three and who I easily had forty pounds on, hadn’t initially stirred my sexual interest. But that was only because I’d been sure he wouldn’t be able to handle my darker needs.
He’d handled them.
He’d more than handled them.
In fact, he’d welcomed them, and he’d spurred me on to show him every base need I had in me and then some.
Even as I’d fucked him for the first time, I’d been sure it would be a one-time thing. But within minutes of pulling free of his body, I’d wanted him again and instead of pushing me away, he’d urged me to take him again, only even harder. It hadn’t mattered what position I’d put him in, what I’d said to him as I’d fucked into him over and over again, how many times I’d come while ordering him not to, Sage had never denied me. And what’s more, he’d craved everything I’d done to him. He’d gotten off on it. It was only later that I’d learned he’d needed it just as badly as me, more so, even.
And he’d never once argued with me about calling the shots in our relationship, especially in bed.
I’d been certain that my obsessive need to dominate him would end us before we’d really gotten started, but for reasons unknown to me at the time, Sage had thrived under my hand. And while our relationship wasn’t about pain or humiliation, it was something most wouldn’t understand.
Like the pleasure we took in bringing a third to our bed every now and then.
It wasn’t something I needed and I doubted Sage needed it either, but it was something we both enjoyed and our relationship was strong enough that it actually brought us closer together rather than pulling us apart.
But even with our thirds, I had strict rules, which Sage had readily agreed to.
For starters, I never let anyone fuck Sage. It was a hard limit I’d set from day one and I’d been certain it would be a non-starter for Sage, but he’d had no issue with it. I did let Sage fuck other guys and, on occasion, women, but I was never a passive participant. I was always either fucking Sage at the time or I was getting my dick sucked by our plaything. My favorite thing, though, was to fuck our third while Sage watched. There was nothing more beautiful than my man pleasuring himself, riding the edge of his lust, but refusing to let himself go over until I gave him express permission to do so. And I rarely gave him that permission, preferring instead to bring him his pleasure myself.
The intricacies of our relationship remained primarily in the bedroom, though there were occasions when it would bleed into our everyday lives. As strong and as vivacious as Sage was, there were times where he’d need more, and his need had nothing to do with sex. I knew it came from the darkness of his past, though he’d never confirmed it. Just like he hadn’t needed an explanation for why I required sexual subservience – though I’d eventually told him – I never required him to voice the demons that drove him, though I was pretty sure I knew what they were.
“I expected…” Sage began, but then his voice dropped off.
“You expected,” I said, waiting patiently.
I felt his eyes on me. “She’s so confident on the phone…calls me on my shit.”
I chuckled but didn’t say anything.
“I didn’t expect her to be so…uncertain,” he finally said.
I didn’t miss the thread of hurt in his voice. It was a definite sign that his interest in the young woman wasn’t merely sexual.
It should have bothered me more than it did. But even though I had an almost vital need to control Sage in our bed, I had no interest in controlling his future. Even though it would likely kill me if his feelings for Daisy ended up being stronger than what he felt for me, I’d accept that. Because despite the fact that Sage was brutally loyal, he hadn’t ever admitted his true feelings to me. In my heart, I believed that he loved me, but while I’d shared those words with him many times, he had yet to do the same. If I didn’t know him as well as I did, I wouldn’t have been as confident as I was that his feelings were the same as mine. Because while Sage desperately needed to give up control, he’d never been able to give up all of himself.