Near Perfection [Aspire 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Allyson Young Page A

adjusted herself to Warren, molded herself into the perfect sub for him, after watching him with his other women over the years and having decided early on that he was the one for her. He probably believed that he had done the molding. But this felt like a test, and one she hadn’t studied for. She had been careful not to let her interest in Gordon show, believing Warren wouldn’t like it. He might have shared sexually before, but she recognized his possessiveness with her. It had given her hope all these months. Hope that he loved her, too.
    “It will indeed be a celebration, Warren,” she agreed, not letting on that a threesome with Gordon wasn’t at all unattractive. There were many things she withheld from Warren, but this time it felt uncomfortable, although she was only trying to maintain the status quo. Once in a while, Haley regretted not letting Warren see her in entirety, but she was too afraid that he would back away because she wouldn’t measure up to the ideal sub he thought he wanted. The fact that they had been together a year, longer than any other relationship Warren had allowed, made her believe she was doing the right thing. Perhaps in time Warren would be more open to change. Haley ignored the fact that she, too, was breaking the golden rule of all D/s relationships by failing to communicate.
    “I want him in your pussy while I fill your ass, Haley, unless you would prefer it differently.”
    Haley hid her wince. Gordon Clarke was hot and a really nice man as well as a competent Dom. He was also Warren’s closest friend, one of the very few. She liked him and respected him, and if she hadn’t fixed on Warren, Gordon was the type of man she may well have connected with. It was just that she hadn’t considered sharing as part of Warren’s agenda with her, and so she had firmly quashed any interest in a threesome. Why was Warren giving her a choice in the matter? She was afraid she was making a mistake and really didn’t want to let Warren down. She didn’t know the correct answer for the first time in this relationship.
    “Perhaps I could blow him, Warren,” she tried diffidently.
    A look crossed Warren’s face. A look Haley wasn’t really able to interpret, despite her familiarity with all of his moods. It passed so quickly that she wondered if she had even seen it. It almost looked like relief. It was really very strange.
    “As you wish, Haley,” Warren said formally.
    Haley floundered and then said, “Unless you would rather….”
    Warren looked at her again, and his face darkened. Haley knew that look. She had displeased him. However, he shrugged and said, “Ultimately you have the power, my dear. But perhaps you can trust me to decide.”
    Haley hadn’t known what to think. She just nodded and watched him leave the room with his usual graceful stride, yet his back had been rigid. She had begun to second-guess herself. The last year had been new and exciting, and there had been minimal periods of adjustment, probably because she had studied Warren for so long. He hadn’t needed to take much time to fine-tune her as his sub, to meet his demands, and she had been sure it was what she wanted. Haley pretended that she hadn’t packaged up and sublimated certain parts of her personality in order for her to be the right woman for Warren, like the part that sometimes threatened to rise up and harangue him when he became too pompous and full of himself, or the one that wanted to laugh at his expense and tease him lovingly. She had resigned herself to an anniversary evening of highly charged sexuality with the man she loved and an exciting, nice man he wanted to share her with to assert his ownership and bring her additional pleasure. She accepted that Warren didn’t really, truly know her or what she often wanted because she hadn’t been her true self with him. Once again, her audacity had bitten her on the ass. She had comforted herself with the fact that she had Warren and nothing else