Chapter 124 Part 8
Chapter 124 Part 8
Lynn
“No, he's who he's always been. I just set him free as he did me. My husbands have helped me defeat my greatest enemy, myself.” They both kissed my cheek. “What we have is real, honest, and unbreakable. You are used to women flocking to you in droves, bowing down and eager to serve. Well, I'm no peasant, I'm the queen, and I don't yield. I know my worth, capabilities, desires, and expectations. So, what are you wanting from a deal? Should we strike one?” He is still holding back. Why won't he admit his true intentions? Is he afraid? I can relate because I was afraid until I died. Now fear won't control me, nothing will.”
Serge runs his hand through his hair. Looks like I am about to get a partial truth. “Well, I'm trying to figure that out. I was going to take you from him, even for a bit, and go to Moscow. But that won't be happening.”
“You are right about that.” I can feel Damon growing tense. I go and sit on his lap. I lean back and run my hand behind his ear, along his neck, and down his chest. He relaxes. He knows now that I am in control.
Serge says, “So for one week, you and they can live with me.”
“And do what exactly?” I narrowed my eyes. I will ferret out what information I can. He put his hands up in frustration. He's not used to this type of negotiation. He's used to getting his way, not making concessions. He's also used to his plan, not following someone else's.
Serge sighs, “You've already wrecked my initial plan. I'm trying to gauge what might be acceptable.”
“Well, we have a few rules. The one that takes the cake is permission. There is no playtime without permission, presence, or both. No means no. If anyone lays a hand on me out of turn, they best be prepared to lose it along with their cock and balls.”
Damon smirks as he looks at Serge. “Let me remind you that she's a skilled surgeon and highly adept with a blade.”
Serge clears his throat. “Noted.”
Damon adds, “Also, she barely listens to me, so don't expect her to listen to you.”
I giggle. “Bob and I both warned you.”
Ardin smiles as he adds, “As did I and Kim. Crystal did a bit but was too hellbent on hooking you guys up.”
“Ardin, I don't run from something I want,” Damon replies.
“Especially since you must obey,” I quip. He pinched my ass and I jumped. “Not my fault you changed our wedding date. You won that battle, but the war is still mine, and I have video evidence too.”
I giggle. Damon growls. “Just keep at it, Lynn.”
I smile broadly. “I'm not the one on punishment tonight.”
Damon replies, “It's not my fault you failed to specify that the video should've remained private. Your assistant seemed okay with it.”
Just who all had a hand in the publication of that porno? I need to know. “Well, I can put my babydoll on a shelf.”
Ardin sighs. “Poor Hailey.”
“What she gets.”
Ardin low whistles. “Fucking ruthless.”
“But you love me.”
Ardin grins. “I so do.”
“Bossy Man, Maybe I'll just tie you to a shelf all night.”
“I will get out.”
“You haven't yet, but I did yours.”
“I underestimated you once,” Damon says.
“All it takes.”
Serge looks at Ardin. Ardin chuckles. “Yes, it's always like this.”
Serge says, “Well, I didn't see it at first, but I do now. Damon, in a way, I both pity and envy you.”
“I will take that as a compliment,” I reply. I am betting that this was never about a debt. Serge knew who I was, and he needed to test something. Based on his comment just now, I am guessing he developed feelings for Lady Darkness, and he got scared when he learned that I am her.
Serge nods. “You should. Damon and I are a lot alike. Well, before you came along, we were. We both played your games, and he still does.”
“I'm just me. He could've left at any time,” I reply.
Damon shakes his head, “You know that was never an option.” I roll my eyes. “Kitten, you really should stop doing that.”
“Make me!”
Ardin puts his hands out. “Let me remind you, we are in a semi-crowded, very public restaurant. I don't care that you're part-owner. People are watching.”
Damon chuckles. “Nothing stopped me in Vegas.”
“You had Carte Blanche then, and you don't now.” I smile sweetly. “I can deny you!”
Damon glares at me. “You're fucking Satan!”
I giggle. “Yep, and you sold me your soul.”
Ardin looks at Serge. “Serge, it's not too late to reconsider, just saying.”
Serge asks, “How do you handle them?”
Ardin smiles. “I pick my side very carefully. I might've lost the Carte Blanche bet, but I didn't lose out on two days' worth of great sex like Damon did. Plus, the word obey was never in my vows.”
Damon yells. “Fuck you, man!”
Ardin laughs. “At least I'm getting laid tonight, keep it up and she'll make sure you get a front row seat and not allow you to cum.”
I laugh and shrug my shoulders. Damon leans in and speaks in that low raspy yet threatening voice, “I'll remember this, Lynn.”
I bite my bottom lip. Now I know to ease up a bit. “Bossy Man, I'm only playing, well mostly.”
Damon raises an eyebrow. “I can just stop sharing.”
“Then we'll need more beds for you to break,” I tease.
“You're fucking infuriating,” Damon growls.
“Infuriatingly insatiable, it was in my bio. Yet you still clicked,” I quip.
“She's got you there,” Ardin says as he laughs.
Damon roars. “Fuck you!” I can't help but laugh.
“Kitten, seriously!”
I wipe the tears from the corner of my eyes. “It's just funny watching you both bicker. It's like watching a Chihuahua bark at a Great Dane.”
Damon cocks his head. “You think you're so fucking funny.”
“Oh, but I am. You see, Ardin will have a lot of fun riding this.” I motion to myself with a huge smirk on my face. “Where you'll only see an out-of-service sign after spending hours waiting in line.”
“Lynn! What the fuck!” Damon exclaims.
“Aw, I can't help it if everyone wants a ride.”
He gets up and throws me over his shoulder. “I won't be gone long.”
Ardin jokes, “Just stay out of the supply closets.”
I'm laughing as he's carrying me off. I love my husbands and I am free. I do still feel that odd pull to Serge. I will need to talk to Damon and Ardin about it. I want full transparency.