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And yes, it was too soon to start imagining how it would be having Micca move in with me and Davy, sleeping three to a bed, eating breakfast together with all or part of the band hanging out as well.

And how would Micca be with my playroom? Would she want to help me torture Davy in all thebestways? Would we co-Top him? It sounded like she might be open to that, sincesomeone had apparently told her she needed to find both a partner and a submissive.

And how would Davy react to the reality of being topped by a woman? I’d put it into our long-term contract that he understood it might happen, depending on the preferences of the woman I found to be our third.

When I’d written the contract, I’d worded it with an eye to how that woman would read it when I eventually shared it with her — one that would work for a few months until we could write a new one that also incorporated her.

And here’s the other problem — I pay Drake Security to do background checks on people who come into my life, but if she worked for them, they were only going to tell me what they wanted me to know. I have someone else who can do that job for me, and I made a mental note to have her look into Micca.

But for now, I was operating on the assumption that Micca liked me as much as I liked her, and that we were going to see where this went — and that little bathroom interlude gave her major extra points, in my eyes. I love sex, so having someone who doesn’t hesitate even a little to sneak off and get a quicky in a bathroom was a great big check in the plus column.

“You ever fucked anyone with a strap-on?” I asked her.

“Yeah. I’m not a fan of the regular kind, but there’s this specialty one that goes up inside me a little, and it presses on my clit, and I’m a big fan of taking someone’s ass with one of those.”

It’s rude to text someone else when you’ve just fucked someone, but I hoped Micca would understand and get behind the reason for my need to. My deal with Davy is that he doesn’t want to know about me fucking other people unless I think they might bethe one, as he’s taken to calling our prospective third.

And so, I texted him while speaking out loud, so Micca would know what I was texting, and I assumed she was smart enough to figure out who I was texting.

Check the gossip sites, but I’m thinking you need a large plug inserted before you do, so put the purple glass one in before you check. I’m gonna have fun watching her do you with a strap-on. Jack yourself off for ten minutes after you’ve looked. No orgasm. Do it again in an hour and then you can remove the plug. Your next orgasm happens with my dick down your throat.

I hit send and put my phone in my pocket, and she said, “I take it he doesn’t get a say in whether I do him with a strap-on or not?”

“None whatsoever, as far as he knows. Truth is, if he and whoever I bring home don’t like each other, it probably won’t work, but it won’t do for me to let him know how much power he has in helping choose our third.” I shrugged. “We listed his hard limits in our contract, and having a choice in who I let fuck him isn’t on the list. Condoms are on the list if I let another guy fuck him, but I don’t foresee that happening in the near future. So far I’ve let two guys use his mouth.”

“TPE?”

She was asking if it was a total power exchange, and I nodded. “Mostly. He works outside the house and I don’t take any control of that. I micromanage a few things, but he’s smart and knows what I want, so I don’t have to do it for much. No clothes in the house. He dresses and undresses in the garage. He has to ask before sitting on furniture when I’m home, and when I’m not home he was originally only allowed on seven things — two sofas, a loveseat, our bed, three chairs including one in the kitchen and a chaise by the pool.”

“Originally?”

I nodded. “There’s at least one thing in most of the public areas of the house now, and he can use his best judgment about where to sit if he has company and his allowed items don’t work. He knows if I don’t agree with him he’ll be punished, but he’s pretty good at knowing what I’ll be good with.” I remembered the other clause and added, “He argued during his long-term contract that the bench in the shower is real estate and notfurniture, so there’s a clause about that, which means this stone seating area off in a wooded part of the property falls under that clause as well. They’re basically mountain stone with a concrete part you sit on.”

My phone dinged and I looked at it.

Master!!! OMG!!!

I showed it to Micca and she smiled, but kept up with our conversation. “But he still has his job, so it isn’t like he doesn’t get a break from being a slave. Part of the day as a normal human. I think that’s healthy.”

I nodded. “The MC has been great about working his schedule so he could come to me on the road a few times, and he’ll be off for the next two weeks, during my down time before the band gets serious about some new material.”

“As it turns out, I’m on a temporary leave of absence right now, and I’m scheduled to return to work in about two and a half weeks.”

* * * *

Micca

Much of Will’s evening involved talking to the various managers, producers, and other music industry types. Thankfully, he handed me off to Matty, and I ended up hanging with the bikers’ ol’ladies for a decent part of the evening.

But Will came back for me, wrapping his arms around me from behind, holding me while he talked to Gen, Angelica, Harmony, and all the rest. I scented the Fae thing again while he talked to them, and I realized one of his superpowers is making people feel special when he talks to them.

But it wasn’t fake. He genuinely likes people and enjoys learning about them. He was holding me in his arms while talking to Harmony about her horses, and it wasn’t just small talk to him.

As promised, he started making our exit around 2:20, and by 2:40, we were on the elevator headed up to his room.

“How are you getting home tomorrow?” he asked.

“I rode down in the bikers’ van. A lot of the ol’ladies decided they didn’t want helmet hair tonight, so they rode in the van instead of the backs of their men’s bikes.”