Once again I was ripped in two. Unable to decide between the safety of my plans with Josh and the tantalizing tug of Valentine. They were such completely different men yet in some ways so similar. Not only because of their need to play games of domination and their unusual reluctance to indulge in penetration. Both had the allure of buried secrets and unrecognized desires enveloping them like a ring of razor wire.

Why was it so impossible for either to allow a woman closer access? I had managed to jack-hammer down through each man's emotional layers and had now hit bedrock. It seemed like neither would let me pound through, but both kept me pinned tight to them. I had no idea how I was going to choose.

“Ah. Yes,” Antione bust into my reverie. “Mr Valentine doesn't do weekends. Or plans.”

“Why not?” I inquired casually, hoping to get some information on the master from the inside man. But he was onto me and merely gave an inscrutable shrug.

“And I don't have any clothes.” I knew what the answer to that was going to be.

“That at least has been taken care of.”

Josh would already be in the air but I knew I had to go to dinner with Valentine. I would be ditching my boyfriend but I was starting to wonder if we really had a relationship after all. Josh had been pulling and pushing more aggressively than ever since I'd left New York but he didn’t act like he really cared. Determined to get an insight into that dilemma, I decided to meet him at the airport, with just enough time to get some answers before going out to meet Valentine on the boat.

“A/C, how sweet of you to pick me up. And all ready to play.”

Josh's grin was wider than cat with cream when he came through the gate and saw me dressed for my night out.

Antione had provided a skintight skirt with a full-length zipper that ran in a horseshoe curve from hem to just above my ass, emphasizing its roundness. The leather skirt was paired with a blouse super-glued to my curves with barely a hair's breadth of breathing room and already attracting some interested stares from other passengers at the airport.

Underneath I was wearing an unusual lace and net bodysuit Antione had laid out. It was odd because it was a double G-string- the crotch ended just before my clit and the two straps ran outside the crease and across my ass cheek rather than hiding in the crack. All my chasm was compressed by the strapping, sending delicious pulsations up though my center. I was also aware of how deliciously naked and exposed my pussy was beneath the skirt.

As I walked across the arrivals lounge with my usual hobble, in screaming high heels, the constriction of the skirt forced friction in my folds that was making me super horny. When Josh came though the gate with his mega-smile, I wanted nothing more than to climb on him to drag him inside me right there.

The restriction of my outfit barely allowed inhalation, never mind exuberant hurling or climbing on lovers. The recall that Josh had possibly acted as Valentine's stooge returned, bringing me slamming back on my purpose – the discovery of what was going on here.

“I'm afraid I have to work tonight. I came out to let you know I have to break our date.” I spoke coolly as a Mistress rather than sub and elicited a grimace of surprise from my previous master.

“All this way and not even a fast one?” Josh said, with a charming pout.

That somehow managed to be intensely macho and made my pussy clench. I almost lost resolve, until the stewardesses came though the gate and every one of them eyed him voraciously-and then me. I drew myself taller, wishing I had a bullwhip in my hand.

“Bye, Josh. Hope to see you on the return flight.” A very gorgeous brunette with bright blue eyes called to him as they strutted past like a pack of glamorous cats.

“Shall we get a drink before you head back?” I said. I was suddenly unwilling to free him.

“Let's go downtown to the hotel,” he replied.

“You're staying?”

“Shame to waste a weekend,” he twinkled.

I had no need to feel sorry for him. He wouldn't be alone for the night. He'd probably joined the Mile High Club on the flight out.

“And we have time to reconnect before your meeting. I want to get that outrageous outfit off you, you sexy little witch, casting a spell on me in public like this.”

We took a limo to the hotel and rode up to the room in a private elevator. As soon as the door shut on us, Josh turned to me and pulled me into his solid chest. Crushing my flesh against him, he bit a trail along the side of my neck, while squeezing an aching breast under his needy palm.

“You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now, you've never looked better A/C,” he moaned in my ear, making me shudder all down my back. “California obviously agrees with you. Turn around and bend over so I can get that zipper.”

When the elevator made an unscheduled stop and the older gentleman and his wife appeared at the spreading doors, I was bent over with my hands on the wall. They couldn't have looked more surprised as Josh and I righted ourselves. What was I doing? I had planned on getting answers out of Josh, not submitting to his needs.

“I didn't come to play,” I told Josh when he pulled me into the suite he'd booked for the night.

“Of course you did,” he replied. “Now take that shirt off before I rip it off.”

“No.” I pushed back from him. Now he was genuinely shocked by the force of my resistance. “I want answers. Do you know my boss, more than by reputation?” I asked, watching his face contort through a series of grimaces that were completely open to interpretation.

“What do you mean?” he asked and I knew he was stalling, trying to ascertain what I knew. He should have made a career in the secret service.

“It's pretty plain. Do you know him and did you do something to me on his behalf?”

“A/C don't be mad like this. I didn't know you and I would- had no idea we were going to get- so close.”

“Is that what we are then?”

“How could I have known that you would turn out to be the perfect sub and I'd get so attached to you.”

“The perfect sub?” Was I pleased or insulted by that tag? “What is that exactly? I'm a pussy you can order around and thrash for fun?”

“No, the opposite in fact. Your sass and strength makes the domination so much more stimulating and builds a stronger connection between us.”

“And yet you didn't say I could stay with you in New York when I was desperate to leave Valentine Winery.”

Josh didn't answer but his features pulled a path through a set of expressions that told me I was correct. Our connection was not what I wanted it to be, just as with Valentine. Would the play ever transcend to something more, or was I only ever going to be a plaything? There was a splinter chunk inside of me that hugely desired the simple expression of being taken as a toy. But in that case, I wanted the gamer to be Valentine.

“I have to go,” I said. “I'm going to dinner on a yacht.”

Josh looked surprised and his expression was plainly looking for reasons to stop me leaving. I wondered why he didn't command me as before. Had our relationship changed that much?

“A yacht? With your boss?” he demanded.

“Of course. Who else would I be doing business with?”

“A/C, be careful of Valentine.”

“Now you're warning me off?” I said. “Isn't that slightly past due?”

“He's not what he seems to be,” Josh said. “More than what he appears,” he added when I looked skeptical.

“So now you do know him?” I snapped.

“I did know him, a little, when I was a child.”

“And yet you never mentioned it?”

“It was just a date, to see whether you liked to play. I had no idea we were going to be more. You know that.”

That much was true. He'd been clear he didn't do relationships and I'd pushed for one. So was this all on me? Only if I placed it there.