Enslaved (14 page)

“I’ve never had a woman desire a relationship with me the way you desire one with Trevor. I didn’t have sex with you because I didn’t want to risk having . . . feelings for you.”

She nodded, and the five o’clock shadow on his face rubbed against her cheek. He pulled out of her and stood, leaving her feeling naked even though she still wore her clothing. Only her skirt was out of place, her underwear tugged roughly to the side.

“S
o you trust Roman with your girl,” Gregory repeated. He sat across the table from Trevor, still munching the chips, which Trevor left untouched on the tray. No wonder he was such a hard body. Probably worked out every day too. Ah, it wasn’t fair that a straight man should be that good-looking. No one should be that good-looking, it distracted one from important topics of conversation.

Such as why Trevor was having so many issues with Elisabeth, despite how well they seemed to have been getting along.

“I’ve known you for a long time,” Gregory said. “I haven’t forgotten what you told me about that girl, even if it was a drunken story you told me a decade ago.”

Trevor paused with his drink halfway to his mouth before taking a long sip of the whiskey and Coke. “What girl.”

“The girl at Yale, the one Roman loved, the one that only wanted you. And you refused to be with her so Roman could have her.”

“Oh I get it. So what now? I let Roman have the girl again?” Trevor took another sip, his anger apparent only in the thin set of his lips. To a man unused to tracking even the slightest shift in emotion, he would seem unperturbed. Amused, even.

But Gregory knew better.

“Heavens, no. We both know that Elisabeth means far more to you than just a sex-slave. But will Roman remember?” Gregory crunched louder.

“Roman knows what she means to me. He’d never harm her, because she’s mine.”

At that, Gregory just laughed. “You don’t own her, Trevor. Not yet. But you are responsible for her well-being. Can you promise me that she’s happy? That’s she okay here, with you, or being trained by Roman?”

“Yes, I can.” Trevor spoke with conviction. Gregory believed him.

“Good. Have her call me when she can, please. I miss my girl.”

“She’s not your girl any longer. She’s no one’s girl. Elisabeth belongs to no one but herself.”

“Then she’s not happy at all,” Gregory murmured.

“G
et up,” Roman said the following morning, after another exquisite but emotionally confusing round of sex. “I have a meeting to attend at Trevor’s, and he expressly requested your presence.”

Elisabeth swallowed, forcing herself to sound stronger than she felt. “Please, sir, I can’t. I can’t go to Trevor like this, right after we . . . we—”

“We fucked. It was part of your training and guess what? You passed the test. You were able to fuck me and still worry about Trevor, still want to be with Trevor.”

“But now I’m confused. I mean, I was getting confused before, because we kind of get along when we scene, don’t we? And I just thought . . . and now we had sex and I don’t know how I feel anymore. I certainly don’t feel like I passed a test.”

To her embarrassment, a tear slid down her face.

Trevor would have wiped it away and pulled her into his arms. Roman just watched it fall, a single drop onto the front of her blouse.

“Come on. We’re going over to Trevor’s, and you will be on your best behavior.”

She stood mutely. What had just happened?

“Say ‘yes, sir.’ ” Roman stared at her, daring her to disobey with his gaze.

The words flew to her lips on their own, even though she feared for a moment that she’d never be able to form a cohesive sentence again, she was so uncertain of what she wanted to say.

“Yes, sir.”

T
revor tried to focus on what Marc was saying, but he found himself checking his watch. Where the hell were they?

“This isn’t a business meeting, is it,” Marc sighed, stretching his legs out under the conference table in Trevor’s office.

“I do need to hear numbers about the Kliber investment,” Trevor said distractedly. “But Roman should be here too.”

“Let me guess,” Marc said. “He’s bringing Elisabeth.”

With a groan, Trevor stood up and paced the way he’d been wanting to do. “Maybe this whole thing was a bad idea.”

“Well, try before you buy isn’t the worst way to find a wife,” Marc said.

“I mean—what if she wants to be with Roman more than she wants to be with me?”

Marc frowned. “Don’t worry, man. It’s Roman. He hasn’t wanted a relationship with anyone since that chick in college.”

Trevor called Adele. “Call Roman and find out where he is, please.”

“No need,” Roman’s voice came from behind him. Trevor whirled around in surprise. He hadn’t heard the door to his office open. “I’m right here.”

But Elisabeth wasn’t with him.

Roman took his seat at the conference table and pulled his laptop out of his briefcase. “Nice non-greeting,” he said. “You look like I just stepped on your kitten.”

“I don’t have a kitten,” Trevor said, hoping that by playing along with Roman’s stupid old joke he’d move on to finding out where Elisabeth was sooner, without sounding as if he doubted Roman’s training.

In unison, Marc and Roman said, “Then you should really get some pussy.”

“That joke never gets old. Really. You should just tell that same fucking joke at least once a week,” Trevor said, shaking his head as the guys laughed. “Speaking of, didn’t Elisabeth want to join you this morning?”

Roman looked at his laptop as he pulled up some files. “Doesn’t matter what she wanted, she’d do it because I told her to.”

Something about the way Roman said
I
rubbed Trevor the wrong way. Yes, he’d sent Elisabeth to Roman to be trained, but to be trained as Trevor’s submissive, not Roman’s. They’d shared women before, but Elisabeth was different. She was meant to be his, Trevor felt it.

Gregory’s words haunted him, that he didn’t own her, not yet. It was true.

There was a delicate knock on the door before Elisabeth entered the office, a glass of ice water in her hands. She seemed to avoid looking at Trevor’s face as she set the drink on a coaster in front of Roman. He didn’t look up or thank her, but Trevor noticed he reached under the table quickly, and Elisabeth winced.

Her happy face, as she called it.

Trevor resisted the urge to grab her in his arms right then and there. But why wouldn’t she look at him? Was she angry with him?

“Good to see you, Elisabeth,” he offered. “You look beautiful.”

Finally, she raised her eyes to meet his, even though she remained at Roman’s side. “Thank you, sir. It’s good to see you too.”

E
lisabeth bit her inner cheek, focusing on the pain to keep from running out of the room. Being back in Trevor’s warm, sunlit home, even after only being gone two weeks, brought back a rush of emotions she had no clue how to handle.

She had missed Trevor. She had missed his sweet brand of domination, the kind that involved whispered encouragement and compliments along with the physical pain she needed. But surely he didn’t feel nearly as strongly about her as he’d insinuated, or he would have visited her more, instead of just leaving her training up to Roman.

And Roman, God, why was she getting feelings for him too? Was it merely the natural result of submitting to his every wish in order to feed her addiction to erotic pain? No. It all had come to a head when he’d fucked her this morning.

To think she’d been under the mistaken impression that Trevor had wanted to hold that at least for himself. But no, she must really just be a sex-slave to him, to be whored out. Here she’d been thinking they were moving toward a real relationship, dating, falling for each other . . . and instead she found herself being fucked by his best friend.

Resentment simmered inside her, despite the fact that getting fucked by Roman after what had essentially been two weeks of foreplay had been incredible.

Trevor had said he wanted her as his own. He must have changed his mind and given her to Roman.

She could spend the rest of her days in Roman’s darker, crueler care, she supposed. Although Roman never kept subs around, from his own admission. Soon she’d be out on her ass, her neck still bare, without the comfort of a collar and a man who cared for her.

Damn it, Trevor, why’d you send me to him?

The carpet under the conference table looked soft. Perhaps she should kneel at Roman’s feet and see if Trevor even cared. But instead she remained standing, her eyes trained on the floor so she could avoid looking at either Roman or Trevor.

The meeting continued around her, the three men discussing numbers so high she couldn’t even imagine what they meant. When she tried to visualize it, all she could think of was that cartoon character Scrooge McDuck who had a room full of gold and jewels that he swam in like it was a pool.

“All right,” Marc said, rubbing his hand over his shaved head. “I have an appointment in half an hour. Are we agreed on the Kliber investment and outlook?”

She looked up, glancing at Trevor. The meeting would be over soon, and she didn’t want to go back to Roman. Not if it meant she might develop feelings for him, when all that would do was confuse things with Trevor. When Trevor was the one who, only two weeks ago, she’d thought had meant something more to her—even if he didn’t care for her anymore.

He couldn’t, not if he’d let her remain with Roman. Roman was a good man, she knew, underneath his icy and dominant exterior. But he’d never be Trevor.

Roman packed up his laptop, the meeting apparently adjourned.

“Trevor, I need to talk to you,” she blurted, finally finding her voice. He needed to at least know where things stood.

His face was unreadable, but he nodded. “I need to talk with you as well.” Trevor paused, and looked at Roman. “I’d like some time with Elisabeth. I can send her back to your place when we’re finished.”

Roman shook his head. “You might ruin her training. We’re at a critical point.”

“She’s mine, Roman,” he growled. “You can’t keep me from her.”

Elisabeth’s pulse pounded in her ears, the flow of blood through her body seeming to quicken as the testosterone levels in the room rose.