Tested by Her Web Master (Web Master #2) (2 page)

When I used the “L” word, his body stiffened against mine.

“
Hey, are you okay?” I asked,

“
Yes. I’m fine. But I do have something important to ask you, Sophie.”

“
Yes?” I shifted my position so I could look at him, but kept my legs entwined with his.

“
A favor really…”

“
What is it?”

“
I’ve been approached by a young Dom. He wants me to help train him, show him the ropes, so to speak.”

“
He wants to be your sub?” That sounded odd and not like Quentin.

“
No, as in he wants to learn to do what I do, as a Dom. It’s a cybertraining thing, similar to how you and I began.”

“
Okay…” I had no idea what this had to do with me.

“
Well, I’d like it if you would volunteer to be his sub. Just for the time that I’m working with him.”

I bolted upright. “You’ve got to be joking. Why would I be someone else’s sub? I belong to you.”

He sat up, his chiseled jaw set. “That’s why. Because I asked you to.”

I felt like I’d been kicked in the gut. He couldn’t be serious. “I don’t believe this. Do you think so little of me that you’d just pass me around to a random stranger?”

“
Calm down. Set your emotions aside for a moment, Sophie. That’s not the way to look at this.”

“
How exactly am I supposed to look at this? I thought I was yours. I thought you wanted me.” My voice threatened to crack.

He leaned over and touched my leg, but I quickly stood and found a sheet to cover myself. “You belong to me, which is why I thought I could ask this of you. If you are mine, and I choose to share you, you should take that as a compliment.”

“
A compliment? You’re nuts.”

He sighed. “Sophie, I adore you. I treasure you above everything else. A man has asked that I teach him what I know about being a Dominant, especially an online Dominant. Having you as my sub is my crowning achievement with regards to my domination. If I can share not only my knowledge, but also the most amazing submissive I’ve ever had, I believe I will be able to offer him the best possible experience. It is because of my high regard for you that I even bring it up.”

“
But—but, won’t you be jealous?” I asked, hoping against hope that he would say yes.

“
Perhaps a little, but I’m not asking you to meet him in real life. I’m not asking you to let him touch you or make actual love to you. I’m only asking you to partake in some online exercises, the way we did when we began.”

“
Yeah! And we fell in love! Aren’t you worried that might happen with this new guy? I mean, clearly I’m not immune to that sort of thing happening.”

“
No, Sophie. I’m not worried about that because I’m secure in your feelings for me, and I know how I feel about you. It is simply something you would do because your Dominant required it of you.”

“
Required?” My blood ran cold. He would actually order me to do this? Basically cheat on him?

“
Sophie, you are looking at this all wrong. Some Dominants share their submissives as a regular practice, and their submissives find it exhilarating.”

“
How’s that possible?”

“
Darling girl, remember when we were in that elevator in Houston, and after you serviced me with your mouth I left you on the floor so that when the elevator doors opened, the men outside saw you on your knees?”

“
Yes…”

“
Remember how I told you they were probably going to pleasure themselves to filthy thoughts of you and what you were doing with that whore mouth of yours as you knelt on the floor next to my cock?”

“
Yes.”

“
What if I had known those men? What if I had allowed them on the elevator with us, and ordered you to suck their cocks?”

My face contorted in outrage, but to my disgust, I grew wet as he talked. As unthinkable as the scenario was, it turned me on.

“
Uh huh. You’re getting turned on now. I know you are. See, I know what my girl needs. I know the deepest, darkest desires that you have, better than you know them yourself. By sharing you I am, in some ways, freeing you to explore your sexuality further.”

“
But I don’t want to. I only want you,” I said, pouting.

“
I know. You think it will come between us, but what if I told you it will only bring us closer?”

“
I don’t know…”

“
You’re afraid. I understand that. You’re worried that if I let you do that you will lose control, but I won’t let that happen.” He crossed the room, ripped the sheet away from me, and threw it on the floor. He grabbed the back of my neck and held me tight in his grasp. “You are mine, Sophie, and that is not going to change. If I choose to share you, it will be on my terms and yours and you will always come back to me, do you understand?”

I gulped, bobbing my head slightly.

“
Answer me,” he growled.

“
Yes, Sir.”

“
If it pleases me to share you with someone else, I expect you to cooperate.” He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He walked toward the bedroom wall and pressed my back against it. Then he proceeded to impale me with his steel-hard rod. “But for tonight, I’ll have you all for myself.”

I whimpered as he fucked me hard, rubbing the skin on my back up against the wall so that it burned with each delicious thrust.

He squeezed my ass cheeks so hard with his fingers that I knew they would leave a bruise.

“
Whose cunt is this?” he snarled in my ear.

“
Yours,” I warbled.

“
That’s right. This. Is. My. Fucking. Cunt.” He pressed deep into me with each word until he finally came inside me then set me back on the ground. Then he picked up his underwear off the floor and headed toward the bathroom. On his way out the door he called over his shoulder, “Don’t forget, love, you can always use your safe word.”

Quentin had never exactly said the words “I love you”, but when he called me that I knew he did. It wasn’t in his nature to be direct about his feelings. Sex—now that he was direct about. For him it seemed as basic as breathing, but feelings—that was a different matter.

It would be nice to have a man who said “I love you”, but more than I wanted a man like that—I wanted him.

CHAPTER THREE

I pulled out the black sweater with the v-neck and held it up. Nope. I liked the emerald-green top better. I chose a pair of black slacks and a pair of boots that were cute but also practical. In about an hour I’d be going to a birthday party for my friend Shelby where I was going to meet her new boyfriend Bryan and I wanted to look my best.

Tossing the black one on my bed, I shimmied into the green one. When I ran a hand over my bra, I felt the tenderness of my breasts, and I was reminded of the fork play with Quentin from the previous weekend. A tingle of excitement shimmered though me as I recalled the naughty things he’d done to me. Things that brought me such exquisite pleasure.

Things had been going well with Quentin. I could feel him opening up to me more and more all the time. Our relationship had progressed to where we were seeing each other about twice a month. Since we missed each other so much while we were apart, the majority of the time we did spend together was in bed or “playing,” but we did other things, too. We lingered over wine-soaked three-course meals at fine restaurants, strolled through museums. I’d even taken him to the rodeo once when he’d come to Fort Worth.

This past weekend he’d taken me to see the movie
Winged
, for which he’d composed the score. It was the biggest movie at the box office over the weekend, and I was beyond impressed with the music he’d created.

The movie was loosely based on the Grimm Fairy Tale about the princess whose seven brothers were turned into swans by their wicked stepmother. The girl had to knit coats for them from nettles to turn them back into boys. The drama was intense, all the more so by Quentin’s breathtaking score.

I was so proud of him I could hardly stand it. I honestly didn’t know he was that talented. I mean, I’d heard his music before and it was lovely, but seeing it with the film made it an even more stunning piece of art. It gave me a much better understanding of what he was doing when he said he was “working.” Now I had a much deeper appreciation for his darker moods and his creative personality, and I fell more in love with him every day.

Yes, things between us were perfect.

That is until he made that crazy request out of the blue.

Quentin had never mentioned sharing me before. But now he wanted me to also be the sub of a fledgling Dom he was mentoring.

My initial reaction had softened after I’d had time to consider it.

Or rationalize it.

It wasn’t as if I’d be cheating on Quentin. First of all, I would be doing it at Quentin’s request. And…there wouldn’t be any actual touching with another person. I could use the same rules I’d used with Quentin—no cameras, no pictures.

That is…if I went along with it.

In the back of my mind, I’d already started thinking it was kinda hot that he wanted to share me with another man. It made me feel like a sex object, and I wondered if that was how it felt to be on the cover of a swimsuit issue or something. Knowing that men wanted you, jacked off to your picture. There was a feeling of power that accompanied that. I was starting to understand the appeal of exhibitionism.

Just thinking about being wanted for purely sexual reasons made me wet.

I headed into the bathroom to brush my teeth. No time for all that. If I didn’t hurry I’d be late for Shelby’s party. She had recently started dating a race car driver, so she was having the party at the Texas Motor Speedway. I’d only been there once before as a kid so I hoped I was dressed properly.

As I clipped the back onto my second earring, I gave the mirror a final glance and approved.

Some women would love the idea of having two men. Heck, it might even be fun.

As long as I kept my feelings out of it…

Shelby’s boyfriend was yummy. Bryan had a thick head of black hair, piercing blue eyes, and he looked devilishly handsome in his racing suit.

“
You ready to go for a ride at 160 miles per hour?” he asked me.

“
I’m not sure if I’ll ever be ready for that.” I laughed, nerves showing.

Bryan grinned then strapped me into a NASCAR-looking stock car and off we went. I was scared I’d get sick to my stomach, but instead I found the four laps around the track exhilarating.

“
Can we do one more?” I begged when he coasted in to a stop.

“
I’m only supposed to do four, but since you’re Shelby’s best friend I’ll just pretend that I lost count,” he said, revving up the engine and taking me back around one more time.

“
Yay! Thank you.” I clapped my hands when my turn was finally over.

When I got out of the car, my legs were a bit rubbery and my heart felt like it was racing 160 beats per minute.

“
Wasn’t it fun?” Shelby asked, hugging me.

“
Yes. It was awesome! I had no idea speed could be so…”

“
Sexy!” she finished my sentence for me.

“
Exactly.”

Shelby ushered me into the visitors’ box where a big birthday cake made of a race car with a crown on top dominated the room, and she offered me some champagne.

We clinked glasses and downed a sip. “I’m sorry Quentin couldn’t make it.” Shelby had met him when we’d gone to the rodeo, and to my surprise, she actually liked him.

“
I know. Me, too. He’s got this new job out in Hollywood that’s keeping him busy. He’s spending a lot of time down there making sure the bigwigs are happy.”