[adult fiction] The other man

There's a man I know; Nick.  He's a nice guy, a friend of mine.  He knows my Master, but only at a distance, through me, and they've just met a few times.  My Master knows I have something of an attraction to him, in addition to the friendship; I don't hide it.  I'm a rotten liar for one thing, and Master knows me, knows what catches my attention, for another.  He knew within about ten seconds of meeting Nick for the first time that he was my type.

Nick's a cop, for one thing.  It's not the handcuffs, I swear; it's just that I have a strong attraction to alpha males, and he's certainly that, an alpha male.  He's older than me by ten, twelve years; he's very tall, six and a half feet, whereas I'm short and petite, only five-three.  Physically larger and stronger than me.  And his voice; he's quietly spoken but still authoritative.  There's something calm and steady about him.

Nick is well aware of my tendencies; I made one too many jokes about handcuffs around him, and one day, when there was nobody else around, he asked me about it.  Serious questions, no judgement; he wanted to know why I like pain and humiliation, why I need to submit.  We've been talking, in abstract terms, for about six months and, just as he's aware of my attraction for Nick, Master's aware of these conversations as well.  He doesn't mind; he knows they're serious discussions, not flirtations in disguise.

Turns out there'd been the occasional discussion between Nick and Master as well...

[Note: this is a truncated post because I have to go cook dinner and Vox doesn't allow you to save drafts.  So you'll just have to wait a few hours or a few days until the next part goes up.  Oh, and it is fiction; some basis in fact, in that there's someone who's not my husband/Master I do have a bit of a crush on, but his name's not Nick.  That name's actually a bit of a personal joke.  More later - must go cook dinner.]

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