The Arrangement

Chapter Thirteen

Carter

I love Ashton I really do, but he needs to work through his issues before it tears us all apart.

He's always been difficult but since Jamie that's magnified.

And with the way he's been towards Blair it's as if he wants her to run for the hills.

In truth I think that's exactly what he's trying to do in fear that she'll experience what it's really like to be with him and run herself.

He's got issues that are deep rooted inside him. Ones I've been trying to get him to work through for years with little to no luck.

Sex is one of the only times he seems to be able to channel his frustrations but with the limits he's willing to go to there's few that have been able to really cope with it. Jamie being a prime example.

It wasn't his fault, even though he's still adamant that it was.

She'd never been diagnosed with any mental health difficulties and none of us were to know that having her limits pushed to such extremes would cause her to break in the way that she did.

I'm so focused on reliving the memories it takes me a moment to realise Blair is silently sitting in the passenger side, her eyes glued to me like she's trying to see into my soul.

"What?" I ask glancing over to her.

"I'm just trying to figure something out" she says, a contemplative expression on her face.

"Which is?" I ask and stupidly take a sip of my coffee which is a huge mistake when the next words fly out of her mouth.

"Who's a top and who's a bottom" she admits and at that I cough, choking slightly on my drink. I just about manage to not splutter everywhere.

Her eyes bulge as if she's just realised what she's just said, "Oh god that's too personal isn't it, I shouldn't have asked" she breathes clamping her hand over her mouth.

"It's just I'm guessing you're a top and Lennox is a bottom" she says next seeming to get over her horror quite quickly.

Again she clamps her hand over her mouth. "Oh I should shut up now" she groans and it's incredibly adorable how her cheeks flush.

I take a moment to compose myself, still feeling the remnants of the cough that nearly sent my coffee flying.

"You're not wrong" I admit, "I've only ever been a top whereas Henley's both" I then add.

She's quiet for a moment, clearly contemplating something. "And Ashton?"

"That's where it gets complicated" I sigh, wondering if she'll understand the dynamic even if I do explain it to her. "He's a top but he bottoms with me and me only" I explain.

I can feel the question in the air even though she doesn't say it. Wanting to know exactly what I mean by that and I wonder for a minute if it's best i don't tell her. Glancing over I see she's waiting expectantly for me to continue.

"When me and Aston met back in college it was actually in a threesome with a girl we both knew, it was meant to be us with the girl but things got a little carried away between me and Ashton" I explain. She doesn't comment just listens intently as I continue to explain. "Ashton freaked out after, swore blindly he wasn't gay and that was when a lot of his aggression started to show"

I can remember it like it was yesterday. Before that night I'd never even contemplated being with a man but the moment Ashton wrapped his strong hand around my cock something changed. A new desire I had no idea existed with me.

Then when I pushed my cock into him I knew there was no way I wouldn't want to experience the feeling again. Something about feeling his strong body beneath me, submitting to me, sparked a new need inside me.

"Despite that things continued between us and I guess we were always just secretly together" I then explain and when I glance over to her she nods as if she completely understands.

Yet instead of questioning me further out Ashton she switches it up.

"How did Henley and Lennox join you?" She asks.

"They were roommates and already exploring together, we met them in one of the sex clubs me and Ashton own a few years ago" I explain and only now does she looked shocked.

"Sex clubs?" She breathes, clearly shocked.

It's not surprising she doesn't know about them. They're all in Ashton's name, not directly connected to me although it was my idea to help him explore himself further.

Initially whenever we went to one there was no more hiding from him. He'd opening explore and show no shame about it either.

It helped him.

"Yeah we own a few, I'll take you to one if you want?" I offer. Her eyes widen with clear excitement and she bites down on her bottom lip, shifting slightly in her seat. Clearly turned on by the thought.

"So how come you guys bring women in?" She asks bringing the conversation back to the dynamics of our relationship.

It's a good thing she has questions and I'm glad she's asking them now instead of further down the line.

"That's what Ashton originally wanted, he feels more" I explain knowing the next thing I say will raise even more questions in her mind. "I dunno, masculine with a woman in the mix" I then say with a shrug and I see the moment them questions build.

The main one being, is Ashton still in denial. To which the answer would be yes.

"We're all bi so we enjoy it too" I quickly say to clarify that part.

Her brows knit together and for a moment I wonder if this conversation has made her question her decision.

"What he originally wanted? So he doesn't now?" She asks seeming disappointed about the thought.

"Again that's complicated" I sigh. Mainly because after this morning I have no idea what he really wants anymore.

We drive for another twenty minutes or so until we pull up outside the boutique. I'd called ahead and arranged for the place to be closed for us so we can take our time.

My need for control presents itself in many ways, one of which being able to control everything that the women we bring in wear.

Usually it's just when they're with me but coming here with Blair today I intend to exert my full control. See how far she'll let me push.

"Stay in the car" I order as I cut the engine and get out. Rounding the car I go to her side and open the door, holding my hand out for her to take.

She peers up at me wide eyed but takes my hand without hesitation signalling the start of it all.

As we head towards the boutique I pause tugging her into me. She gasps as our bodies press up flush against each other and my arm encircles her holding her in place.

Peering up at me, her eyes are wide as I lower my face, brushing my lips against her ear.

"I'm going to pick everything you get in here and you're going to wear them when I tell you to" I growl and relish in the way she shivers slightly at my words.

When I pull back her cheeks are flushed. "And if I don't?" She replies her words coming out breathy even with the confidence she tries to portray.

With a smirk I bring my palm down to brush over the globe of her ass, swatting lightly but still enough to cause her to gasp.

Her eyes dart around the street, clearly to see if anyone is watching. I couldn't care less but seeing her on edge is a definite thrill.

"Then I'll spank this ass until you're so turned on you're begging me to fuck you" I growl giving her ass a squeeze.

I don't miss the slight moan she makes even though she clearly thinks I've missed it.