Of Being Yours[another way 2] by Anna Martin Read Free Book Online Page A

that kind of role. How much did you hate it?”
    “A lot,” I said, wincing.
    “Did it mess with your headspace or help you get into a submissive frame of mind?”
    I knew that talking through all of this was important to our relationship, so I was as honest with him as I possibly could be. No, I didn’t have any interest in exploring that kind of play again, although I wouldn’t put it as a hard limit. In the back of my mind, I knew that meant he could possibly bring it out again at a later date as punishment, and in the grand scheme of things, I was okay with that.
    “Let’s order in for dinner,” I said as we finished our conversation.
    Will rolled his eyes and gestured to his state of relaxed undress.
    “Fine. Pizza?”
    He pressed his lips together as if in thought, then shook his head.
    “Chinese?”
    Cocking his head to one side, he made another face. This one said “almost.”
    “Aah. Japanese. I’ll get the menu.”
    Will held up his hands, his thumbs and forefingers making a heart shape for me. I placed the order, our usual plus some extras, then took a shower while we waited for it to turn up.
    There was a time, not so long ago really, that this easy domesticity with another man would have freaked me out just as much as submitting to one would have. After all, I’d never really considered myself attracted to men until Will had come along.
    We ate sitting on the floor with the food spread out over the coffee table in front of us. Occasionally Will would hold out something to me on his chopsticks and I’d smile as I took it from him, making sure he saw my tongue wrapping around the food before I pulled it into my mouth.
    Being sexually suggestive around him was second nature.
    There was routine, too, in how we locked up the house; I’d take the front door and he’d check the back and turn on the dishwasher before we headed upstairs. We brushed our teeth next to each other at the sink, and once in bed, he usually wrapped his body around mine, his arm over my waist to tuck his thumb under the braided thread that served as my collar.
    That way I could fall into a dreamless sleep.

Chapter 4

     
     
     
    L IVING with and serving one man as both his partner and his submissive had proved to be a challenge when our relationship first developed, and we’d run into plenty of snags over the years. Will was, without a doubt, my closest friend… but sometimes it helped to have an impartial outside opinion.
    Laura McAlder was that impartial outside opinion.
    As Laura was both my former Domme and Will’s mentor in the BDSM community, I think she felt some kind of responsibility not only for each of us individually but also for our success as a couple as well. It was a lot for one person to shoulder, but Laura was not a normal person.
    While functioning as one of the most well-respected members of the Seattle BDSM community, Laura worked by day as a counselor in a young persons’ sexual health clinic and was the full-time mother of twin girls. She seemed to balance her chaotic life with an elegance and ease that I certainly wasn’t capable of.
    I caught her call late in the afternoon and agreed to meet her back at our house on Capitol Hill when I finished up at the museum. Will was already home when I pulled up to the curb—his car was parked outside—and as I grabbed my bag from the backseat, Laura pulled in too.
    “Hi,” I called out as she locked up. I gave her the standard hug and kiss on the cheek combination. “Everything okay?”
    “Yes,” she said distractedly. “No. Not really. I need to talk to someone.”
    “Okay,” I said as I ushered her through to our family room. “Will’s just in the garage. I’ll call him and get him to make coffee?”
    She nodded. “Yeah. That would be good.”
    It was easy to call Will away from his chore of cleaning the garage, and I filled him in on as much as I could before rushing back to Laura.
    “Where are the girls? Are they okay?” I asked, referring