As each day passed, Miranda gained strength from the love and friendship Warrington and Alison unselfishly showed her. Miranda knew a large part of her new strength and independence came from everything they gave her. Because of this, Miranda felt she was ready to fully come alive again. Miranda began to understand now, she wanted to share her new strength – share herself – with the two people she loved most in this world.
She also felt Tony would approve, such was his love for his friends.
Miranda sat at the bar in the lobby lounge of the hotel. The bartender came over and placed a gin martini in front of her. She focused her distracted glance on the bartender as he went about his duties, thinking he was cute, but knowing it was bad policy to fool around with hotel employees. She could look, just not touch.
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you come in for a drink, Ms. Marino.”
“Not so long that you forgot what I like.” She lifted the glass to her lips, sipped and smiled. “Perfect.”
It was true, Miranda rarely went into the lounge as a customer since she’d taken over running the hotel. As an employee of the hotel, she felt it was no longer proper. But today had been an interesting day, and she wanted to take a little time to think on it. The afternoon was busy with checking in guests, keeping her so occupied she’d had little time to stop and think. To think about Alison, and what had happened this morning.
Most things with Miranda tended to go to the extreme. Miranda pushed the boundaries. And though she realized she loved Alison as a friend, her best friend, recently she began to wonder what it would be like to make love to Alison. The thought made her smile. There it was. She wanted them both. She had already had Warrington, although he would say it was the other way around, he was the Dom after all... Men! But Miranda knew differently, she knew who was in charge. She was always in charge.
Now she wanted Alison. She wanted her more now that she’d had a taste of her, or at least a touch. Such fine skin, pale, warm, soft, everything she’d imagined it to be, and her inner thighs, her warmth, her juices, flowing and sweet. Miranda had a mental image of them both now, thanks to Warrington sneaking her into the suite. Warrington’s hard, throbbing cock, Alison’s flowing juices and warm, wet pussy.
Miranda began to question the wisdom of sitting at the bar, her thoughts exciting her to the point where the mental images running through her head began to arouse her. She crossed her legs tight, not sure if she was trying to enhance the warmth she was beginning to feel between her legs or discourage it.
“I was hoping I would find you here.”
Warrington slid onto the bar stool beside Miranda, forcing her to focus, to set aside her fantasy for the moment.
“Yes, well...” She was caught off guard, her voice low, her words almost inaudible.
“You all right?” asked Warrington, not looking at her as he signaled the bartender. A glass of scotch appeared instantly. “Busy day?” Warrington sipped his scotch, spinning on his stool, looking around the bar.
“Lost in thought.”
Warrington stopping swiveling, leaning in towards Miranda. “What are you thinking about?”
Miranda smiled. ‘You, Alison... me. This morning.”
Warrington smiled, sipping his scotch once again.
“And hopefully more of the same,” Miranda said, taking a long drink on her martini, finishing it, signalling for another one.
“Let’s see how it goes.”
“What do you mean?” Miranda’s drink arrived. As she pulled it into herself, a thought occurred. “You still haven’t asked her, have you?”
“No time. I’ve had a jam-packed afternoon, but I will, tonight.”
The two sat in silence for a short while, both staring forward. Miranda broke the silence. “You know, when I came to you with this idea, I didn’t want it to be something you decided, something you controlled.” She paused, giving Warrington time to respond. When he didn’t, she carried on. “I love you both. I want to be with you both, but it’s got to be something we all want.”
“I know,” Warrington said. “I know. And it will be. Trust me, we’ll discuss it. Leave it with me.”
“There you go again, being the Dom again.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Controlling things. Like you always do, deciding when, where and how far things go.”
“That’s what I do. That’s what you and Alison have always wanted me to do.”
Miranda sat silently, considering what Warrington said. He was right, that was the role they both willingly gave over to Warrington. The moment they agreed to be his sub, they abdicated a certain amount of control to him, at least when it came to their sex lives together.
“I get it, you’re still in charge.” Miranda took a deep breath before saying, more forcefully, “But I don’t want that anymore.”
She had never said that to a Dom before. Before now, Miranda hadn’t verbalized the change of direction her life was taking. Maybe it was the new responsibilities she recently took on with the hotel, or maybe it was, after Tony, she couldn’t see herself being anyone else’s sub. Even Matt Warrington, the man she fully came to embrace the Dom/sub relationship with, could no longer entice her back into that world, into that type of relationship. She wanted something new, something completely different, something she had never tried before, but it had to be on her terms.
Miranda swung around to face Warrington again. “Matt,” she rarely called him by his first name, but if she was going to start something new with him, perhaps it was
