Chapter 5 Love Triangle

It is finally the day of the party. I haven't been to a party in a long time. I did the last touches on my makeup. I'm wearing the red dress that my best friend picked for me to wear.

Along with black heels and some makeup, my dark brown hair curled down.

"Wow," they say as they enter the room.

"Sup masters!" I say, smiling.

"Let's go!"

"Do you remember the rules for tonight?" Ace asks once we reach inside the car.

"Yes I do, no consumption of alcohol, and I will be on my best behavior."

"Good girl," Ace says from the driver's seat.

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The car came to a stop, and I thanked God. Being in the back seat with Clay was torture. I don't even know why he chose to sit in the back with me. He's been acting strange lately. It all started after I said he was attractive out loud. We opened the door and got out. Oh, this should be fun. Both of them hold my hands, leading me to the house.

As I step inside, I'm reminded of why I don't like parties; the loud music, people everywhere, I just can't stand them.

I always drink lots of alcohol when I party. It helps me feel less shy. Too bad for me, though, my doms said no alcohol. It's crazy, this BDSM thing. I wonder if people would judge me if they found out that I'm my best friend's little submissive.

A blond lady approaches us with a tray full of party cups; they both take one, and the woman pushes the tray towards me, "I'm sorry, but I can't have any of that." "I'll have it," Clay says, gulping down his and taking the other cup from the tray; he drinks it as well and places the cups on the tray. Did he just finish two cups of alcohol like it was nothing? I'd be so drunk if I'd had those two cups.

"Wanna dance?" he asked, holding out his hands. I can't say no to that. I place my hands in his and he carries me to where everyone is dancing.

I put my arms around his neck as he put his hands around my waist. We grind on each other to the music. He then turns me around, my back on his chest. I continued to grind on him, feeling a little weird. We always dance with each other at parties, but it never felt like this. This feels so intense. I sucked in a breath when I felt his lips on my neck, kissing it.

"princess,"

"master,"

"You have no idea how sexy you look in this dress, the way it hugs your curves, how snatched your waist looks, not to mention your ass," he says, and one of his hands moves from my waist to my leg, his warm finger trailing the skin. "Sir," I say, as I feel myself turning on. "Grind on me, princess," he says softly, his voice sending shivers down my spine, and I did just that as I continued to grind on my best friend. Soft sounds leave my mouth as he begins to suck hard on my neck.

I looked up to see Ace watching.

I lift my hand and motion for him to join, but he just walks away. He seems upset. I say, "I,

Sir, I need to go use the bathroom," and he stops doing what he's doing. I searched for the bathroom and did my business. I notice my neck while washing my hands. It's red. I can't believe what just happened. The way he was grinding on me, the way he was sucking on my neck. Should best friends be doing that?

I dry my hands off and make my way back into the party. Looking for my doms, I gasp when I see them arguing. It looks like that's what they're doing; they never argue. I then see Clay kiss Ace on the lips; Ace pushes him away before kissing him back, and they start making out.

I blush at the fact that I think that was hot. I should be mad or disgusted. I knew my speculations were true; they were together. I guess we kept more secrets from each other than we thought. I need a drink. I walked over to the bar and asked the bartender for a drink, but then I remembered I couldn't have any alcohol. "Sorry, sir," I said, apologizing for wasting his time. "you're a submissive, aren't you?", He asks, "How do you know?" He laughs slightly, "I can tell, who's your dominant? If you don't mind me asking", I think for a second, wondering if I should tell him "Ace and Clay, tall, handsome, dirty blondes." I say, giving him a little description, "oh, yeah, I know them. You must be very bad to have two dominants.''." I can be at times" I smile shyly. If only he knew that, they're more than just my doms.

I looked over to where they were, only to see them still making out. They have no idea how hot they looked doing that.

I feel myself getting turned on again. Slightly jealous too, they stopped kissing, and Ace rests his head on Clay's shoulder as Clay rubs his back. Awww, they look so cute.

"I see," the bartender says, and I turn to him fully. "You see what?"

"I see a submissive who's crushing on her doms, who's already clearly into each other."

"Is it that obvious?" I asked the brown-haired man. He seemed 26/27. He also seemed cool.

"It is. Why not tell them?"

"I did, but it's deeper than that."

"Okay then, by the way, my name is Jason." He stretched and extended his hands for me to take.

"I'm Emma." He gave me a paper with his number on it, then left to tend to another customer.

I look back over to where they are and they're with each other. My thing is, we're all best friends. Why would they not tell me this? Suddenly, I feel a rush of anger and jealousy.

I knew why I was angry, but what I couldn't figure out was if I was jealous because they hid this from me or if it was because I had a crush on them, or both.