Madame (Salacious Players' Club, #6)

by Sara Cate

I like Jade too much. It would be very, very stupid of me to develop feelings for my ex’s new girlfriend. But I don’t think there’s much I can do about it at this point.

And I know at this very moment that I want more. I want more of this, whatever it is. More time watching them or being with them, or anything. It suddenly feels like the possibilities are endless—like we could do anything.

Eden is my Domme.

My gaze connects with Jade, and it stings in my chest to feel the intensity of her eyes on mine.

Jade is min...

I’ve never been so confused in all my life. My heart and body both ache in ways I can’t compre...

I could get used to this, and that’s dangerous. Just when I felt as if things were starting to settle down after our breakup, we disrupted the peace. Now I have no clue what the future holds. I just know I’m staring at two women I love, knowing full well that even if we can have our fun, there’s no way I’ll be able to keep them both.

I never forgot how good his kisses were. I’ve relived them every single day since our relationship ended. The way his mouth makes me forget everything in the outside world.

“God, I missed you,”

But I can’t stop it, and I don’t want to. Because the truth is, I missed him too. I missed the comfort of his touch and how, without reason, the intimacy between us reached further than something sexual. It was almost spiritual.

Because I know how this will go. The three of us will get entangled in something erotically blissful and intimately euphoric. And we won’t be able to stop.

Oh yeah, she’s never fucking leaving. She’s stuck with us now.

Eden falls forward, draping her body over mine as she breathes heavily into the crook of my neck. Jade lies down next to me, and I turn my head to find her lips, kissing her fiercely as she nuzzles closer.

“Why is that so damn hot?” Jade asks innocently.

“Because it means I’ve claimed her,”

“She’s ours now,” Jade adds,

This could really fucking work. If Eden would let it. And that, I know, is going to be the hard part.

“I don’t want her to see anyone else. I want her with us. She belongs to us

“After just a couple of nights, I feel very strongly that you care about her, and I care about her, and she cares about us, so why the hell shouldn’t we at least try?”

“I don’t believe her walls are impenetrable. I just think she struggles to let others in, but she’s learning to trust us. She’ll let us in.”

“Please don’t say anything. I know how fucking stupid I sound, but that’s just how I feel, Eden. I experience emotions with you that I don’t know how to put into words. Sometimes I feel like I barely know you, and you know every intimate detail about me. But no matter what, I just keep coming back.”

“I’m going to try really hard not to ramble right now, but I’m glad you told me. I feel honored that you share anything with me because…I like you. A lot. And not as a friend, or I guess…not just as a friend. And I know this all seems so crazy—well, maybe not to you, but it seems crazy to me, but it’s crazy in a good way.”

“And it’s crazy that I like seeing you with Clay, right? Because I think I love Clay, which is also crazy because it’s only been a few months. But I want you at the same time. Is that weird to say?”

I feel so safe with her. And not just in a literal sense. She makes me feel like I can say what’s on my mind or express what I want, and she won’t laugh at me or turn me away. She arouses so much more than my body, and I crave things with her I can’t even define.

She is my undoing. I am completely done for, for the rest of my life.

It feels like an out-of-body experience. This primal, deep need to do…something. I don’t quite know if that something is to yell at her, hurt her, keep her, protect her, or fuck her.

Or all of the above, perhaps.

Before I can register what I’m doing, my hand is around her throat, and I’m shoving her against the empty wall. My face is close to hers, and her eye...

“You’re right. I’m not your Domme, but you are mine, and I don’t appreciate you flaunting what’...

“That’s where you’re wrong, Madame,” she says, using my title in a mocking tone that makes my molars grind. I let out a frustrated grunt. “You’re all mine,” she says with a smile.

She presses her lips to mine, forcing her tongue into my mouth. I’m trying to ignore the fact that I’m frustrated and angry with her. She whimpers into my mouth, grinding herself against my hips and making me crazy. I’m on fire.

I want her in our relationship. No, that’s not right. It wouldn’t be my and Clay’s relationship anymore. It’s our relationship, as in all three of us.

“No, I mean…I want you. We want you. Not like as my mentor or as my friend. Like I think I love…you.”

“Well, we love you, Eden. Regardless of what your name is or what happened to you,”

They’ve been amazing all week. I’ve never felt better in my entire life. I feel like I belong with them.

They are my home.

“Jade and I have been dating secretly for six months, and it was wrong of me to lie to you. Wrong to you and wrong to her. She deserves better than that. So I’m apologizing now. I’m sorry. But I do love her. I love her more than anything. I’ve never met someone so strong and kind, and honestly, I probably don’t deserve her, but I have to at least admit how much I care about her. She makes me unbelievably happy.”

“I can’t bear the thought of losing both of you.”

“I wish you didn’t have to lose anyone.” Then I put my lips to her forehead. “But if we’re going to lose her, at least we can do it together.”

It feels good to have her back in my arms, but it does feel like something is missing. I know she can sense it too.

With time, I hope we can be enough for each other. What choice do we have? I’d be a fool to hope for more with Eden. I’ve lost her twice now. I won’t try again.

And I refuse to put Jade through that. For now, I’ll focus on being ...

Jack has people who love him and want to be in his life. There are people who love me and want to be in my life.

And for some reason, I’ve been living in so much fear that I deprived us both of that love. But not anymore.

The sensation pulses through my body like a cadence.

They are mine. I am theirs. We are forever.

This still feels so surreal. She’s here, and she’s surrendering herself to us. I never thought I’d see Eden like this, and it’s not about her just being submissive, but it’s really about her showing just how much she trusts us. She’s letting us use her selfishly for our own pleasure, all the while knowing we would never hurt her.

Watching him take care of her makes me love him even more. Seeing what they have is special. It doesn’t make me jealous. It makes me grateful to have them both.

Assuming that’s what happens after tonight. This means she’ll stay, right? She’s proven to us that she trusts us, and we’ve proven to her that she belongs with us. That we’ll take care of her and love her and give her everything she needs.

We don’t know how long it will last or what will become of us in ten months or ten years. What we do know is that we are safe with each other, and that’s all any of us can ask for.