City Of Need

11 💜 Snake

Last night was intense. Being at the club, buying Katarina. Coming home, hearing her cry in her sleep through the night, as she laid on the other side of you. The three of us cuddled together in your enormous bed. The two of us each side of you.

This morning I reached across your torso for her hand, and she clasped mine right back. We laid like that for a long time, with you in the middle of us. An anchor, keeping us grounded, making us both feel safe. And then you woke up, and, of course, the chemistry kicked in, till we were both licking you like a lollipop. Our tongues overlapping in our need to please you.

You didn't stand a chance. There were no commands, no demands, no need for you to grant permissions. It was all for you – our need to deliver pleasure – a two headed snake around you. A fight for who was to swallow your soul. I won – that round at least. But I know that for as long as Kat is here, there will always be a competition. And that is not what I signed up for.

I was completely cool with sharing, in the same way you were. But her living here – that's a level up. Even I don't live here full-time.

After all the pleasure, you raised yourself from the bed, kissed us both, and then headed to the kitchen to make breakfast.

And now, laying here next to Kat, feeling all the dynamics shift, I have no idea how to feel. Where am I in this scenario? How easily could I be pushed out? Will you leave me standing on the doorstep, in the cold? Will my collar be worthless? Are you going to collar her too? I mean you already have, by buying her. But what does that mean? Does she belong to you now, or will she just stay here for a while?

Fuck all these questions. How do I unravel them? It's always been you that I go to, to work things out, but now that the thing to be worked out is you, you are not a sounding board that I can trust.

I need my friend. I need Amber. I reach for my phone and see there is a text from her. Funny how that happens with us – how does she always know I need her? It was sent last night. She's in San Francisco, so that would've been her morning.

I open the message,

"I need a friend. Can you come? I can leave you a ticket at the airport desk in Heathrow."

Fuck, she's in trouble – she's always involved with some kind of chaos. It seems to follow her. And now it's followed her from London to San Francisco.

I sit up in bed. I'll call her – fuck this messaging shit. I need to hear her voice. The phone clicks straight to voicemail. Damn. I type out a message,

"Amber. What's going on? Call me. I need to know you're OK. I'm not in London. I'm in Edinburgh, staying with Hendrix – you know the place."

Shit, is she ok?

Kat strokes my back and says, 'Violet? What is it? Are you OK?'

I turn to face her, God she's beautiful without her make-up. 'It's my friend, Amber. I think she's in trouble.'

She raises a brow, and says, 'What kind of trouble?'

'I'm not sure.'

'Man trouble?' She shivers as she says it.

'Maybe. Or maybe something else. I've tried to call her, but it goes straight to voicemail, so she's either having make-up sex and doesn't want to be disturbed, or she's running, and her phone is set to airplane mode.' I don't tell Kat about Amber's criminal connections. No one knows about Amber, except me and her business partners.

'I hope she's OK,' says Kat. 'I know how it feels when you need to run.'

'What did he do to you Katarina?' I ask. 'What did your Dom do, and how did you end up in this position? You seem so savvy, I don't understand.'