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The fragrance of leather and sandalwood filled Julia’s nose, and she drew it deep into her lungs, letting it soothe her. There was something comforting about the space that had brought her so much pleasure and pain. She knew it would seem odd to some people that she needed pain to feel free of herself, but after years of avoiding her demons, she found it particularly cathartic to face them head-on while strapped to a spanking bench.
Although her nerves were rattling around in her belly, she marched into the massive house as though she knew what she was doing. She’d learned years ago that confidence was the best bluff there was, and most people would ignore someone who looked as if they belonged. No one seeing her would ever guess how out of her element she felt tonight. It wasn’t the house or even the crowd that filled it. It was the anticipation and apprehension of what the night could bring that put her on edge. Music reached her ears as she entered the main foyer, and she was greeted by a friendly smile.
“Julia! You look smoking hot tonight!” Natasha’s braided pigtails bounced on her shoulders as she rushed over for a hug. Julia accepted the embrace even though she wasn’t a particularly touchy-feely person. After six months of taking classes with the other woman, she felt as close to her as anyone.
“Thanks, Natasha. You do, too. Love the mask.”
The monthly Lusty Fantasies fetish party was generally a less dressy affair, but it was Halloween, and Killian Whitfield had gone all out to ensure his guests would have a magical time. The theme was a masquerade, so each guest was encouraged to wear a mask. Julia had selected a lacy black piece with just the smallest bit of sparkly embellishment, because it set off her green eyes and pale skin. Meanwhile, Natasha had picked a pink mask with feathers curling around her left cheek; it paired perfectly with her baby doll nightie and pigtails.
“It took me forever to pick out my outfit for tonight, and my tummy is in a knot. I’m so nervous about the auction.” Natasha and Julia were two of the six submissives who were being graduated out of a submissives training course. Normally, this would just mean they now had full rights as submissives within the party boundaries, but tonight they were celebrating in a spectacularly public fashion. They were being auctioned off for charity.
“Master Killian wouldn’t let anything bad happen to us. I know he vetted all of the people that will be bidding tonight, and eliminated ones who wouldn’t suit,” Julia responded, waving off her friend’s fears in spite of her own anxiety. The idea of being free from the restrictions her status as a submissive virgin put on her was great, but knowing that she now had no one making decisions for her while she was at these parties was intimidating.
In real life, Julia Sweet was the CEO of her own company. She had employees, clients, business meetings, and extensive responsibilities, but when she was at a Lusty Fantasies event, she could let all of that go. For the last six months, it had been wonderful to not worry about anything except following instructions when she entered this house. She’d really enjoyed all of the various demonstrations and scenes she’d been allowed to experience, but she hadn’t really considered what would happen when the classes were over. She didn’t have a regular Top lined up to take care of her needs, and if she didn’t find one she could trust, she’d find herself right back where she was six months ago. Wound up tighter than a bow string, and unsatisfied.
In her mind’s eye, she saw a flash of golden blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes, but she forced the image away just as quickly. Ashton Reid wasn’t an option. Not only was he a well-trained, extremely experienced Master to her novice status, but she also had business dealings with him, and she sat on the boards of several charitable organizations alongside him.
A glorious piece of man flesh, Ashton stood at nearly six foot four, but it was the aura of power and control he carried, paired with his playful charm that stole the hearts of every woman he met. He’d certainly stolen hers long before she’d done a scene with him, yet she continued to keep him at arm’s length, because he was a notorious playboy. That was most certainly not what she needed in her life. No matter how desirable he was, she needed to stop thinking about him.
“I’m more worried about what happens if no one bids on me!” Natasha said, giggling like a young girl. Natasha’s quest to find the perfect Daddy Dom was well known around their group, and she was likely to find several suitors looking to win her tonight. Although Julia knew it was her friend’s preference to maintain a childlike appearance and demeanor when she was in her submissive role, it got annoying after a while.
“You have no need to worry. I plan on winning you for myself tonight.”
Turning to face the deep voice, Julia was surprised to see one of the long-time members addressing Natasha. Edwin North was nearly twenty years older than Julia, making him another decade older than Natasha, but he looked at the younger woman like she was an angel from heaven.
Natasha giggled, and dipped her head as she cheeks flushed, “Thank you, Sir. I would like that very much.”
“You would, would you? Tell me girl, how shall you reward me when I win your collar tonight?” Edwin asked. He still stood a few feet away, maintaining a comfortable distance while he directed his question to Natasha, but the strength of his dominance could be felt in the air around them.
“Oh, Sir, I’d be so relieved to have been purchased by someone I respected, I’d do anything you asked of me,” Natasha said with another annoying giggle.
How many times could one woman giggle before someone slapped her? It was a question Julia had considered more than once since meeting the girl.
“If you’ll both excuse me.” Julia glanced back at Edwin only to realize neither of the two had any idea she was still standing there in the first place. She hadn’t even realized the couple had formed a bond, but it was certainly understandable. Edwin had played a large part in their submissive training classes; he was one of the few experienced Dominants in their circle who had trained extensively in multiple kinks. He’d taught them about furries and pony play, and, of course, Daddy/baby play. Come to think of it, Natasha had been his volunteer for that particular demonstration. That was likely when the two had hit it off.
Edwin had also been the one to explore impact play with each submissive during their first month of training, and later, he’d been the one to test their interest in anal play as well. Natasha was the only submissive that had shown interest in all of the kinks he offered up, but per Killian’s rules, they were all expected to attend and participate in scenes that included each brand of play. The idea was to immerse them in the various forms kinks, and let them find what truly appealed to their inner submissive. Some things came naturally, while others weren’t even tolerable. There were a few things off limits within the Lusty Fantasies club parties: any kind of waste play, blood play, fire play, and after a recent scare, breath play had also been added to the banned activities list.
None of those forbidden items appealed to her, thankfully. Julia was content to experience a little of every taboo pleasure they’d shown her, and in doing so, she’d found a few that surprised her. Most important was the one wax play scene she’d experienced. It had been more thrilling than she could have ever imagined, yet she still wasn’t sure if that was due to the actual play, or the Master involved.
Her mind circled back to the night she’d been under Master Ashton’s hand as he expertly painted her body with dripping wax. It was a Friday evening so the only people around were the submissive trainees and Tops giving demonstrations. Julia and the other submissives had all been assigned to view specific scenes. Usually, one sub was chosen to participate while the rest watched, and if there was time, the Top would offer up his or her services to others later.
That night, Julia had felt a sense of euphoria when she walked into the bedroom her group was assigned to and found Master Ashton preparing his tools. The queen size bed was draped in a heavy white cloth to protect it, and the lights were off. The entire room was lit with blazing taper candles, and the ambiance instantly brought a feeling of peace to her soul. His eyes met hers even before the other subs had taken their seats on the opposite side of the bed, and she knew he’d ask her to be his bottom for the evening.
She never once second-guessed her agreement to participate in the scene, and she realized then there was something about the playful man that appealed to her deeply. She attributed her reactions to submissive’s euphoria—an attraction and subtle bond of trust between any bottom and their Top. In order to bottom for someone, trust was imperative, and that meant forming a connection. She’d felt an unusual connection with Ashton Reid from the first time she laid eyes on him almost three years ago at a board meeting in Houston. They hadn’t been introduced at the time, and she hadn’t understood her own needs back then.
Not that it mattered. As a neophyte submissive, the likelihood of Ashton Reid wanting her was slim to none, and she needed to be open to other options. At tonight’s auction she would be paired up with a Top who truly wanted her enough to commit to donating a small fortune to charity in order to have her. That had to mean something.
Forcing her spine a bit straighter, she moved forward through the party, determined to enjoy the freedom her new status gave her. Here and there were people she’d met who greeted her pleasantly. She liked the fact that, even though she was a submissive, she wasn’t expected to submit to everyone. Submission was earned, which meant she only knelt or dropped her eyes for certain people. One of whom was walking her way.
“Hello Julia, you look lovely this evening.” Killian Whitfield was a powerful man in business and in life. He commanded the very air around him, but he did so with such a laid back, easy manner people rarely knew he was orchestrating their behavior.
“Thank you Master Killian, as do you.” Julia noticed Killian’s partner’s walking just behind him. “Hello Doug, Alana. I love your dress.”
Alana’s face lit up, and Julia returned the grin. “Thanks! The guys weren’t sure about my plan for our costumes, but I think they turned out great.”
Killian wore a black silk shirt over his black slacks, and instead of a mask, his face was elaborately painted with a filigreed design in black red and white. Doug was his opposite, in all white but with the exact same design on his face, while Alana wore an opaque, strapless red sheath that looked more like a thin towel around her than a dress. When she moved, the garment shimmered in the light, and gave just a hint of the dangerous curves underneath. Her face was also painted black, red, and white, but the design was just a bit different—more feminine. Together they were a beautiful sight.
Smiling at his girlfriend, Killian reached out and wrapped his hand around the base of Alana’s neck. “You did wonderfully, love. I’m sure we’re the envy of all.”
Julia had always liked Alana, but their first meeting had been tense. A few years ago, when Killian was still single, he and Julia had enjoyed each other more than once. In fact, it was Killian who had opened her eyes to BDSM in the first place, but it had taken her a long time before she became brave enough to reach out and ask for more information. By that time, Killian was happily ensconced in his current polyamorous relationship with Alana and her husband Doug, but Killian had still welcomed her into the fold. To her surprise, he invited her out to dinner with the three of them and very bluntly laid out the facts of their past relationship to his partners.
Initially, Alana had seemed stunned and angry, but Julia corroborated his story, explaining that there was nothing between the two of them any longer outside of friendship. As they’d delved into discussions that involved BDSM and the D/s lifestyle, Julia had clicked with Alana, and they’d been friends since.
“Are you prepared for the evenings activities?” Killian asked, changing the subject. Julia turned to meet his gaze only to lower her eyes almost instantly. In business she held her own, but here, on his turf, he was king.
“I believe so, yes. I’m a bit nervous, but that’s to be expected I’m sure,” she answered honestly, giving a sharp nod.
“Of course, but you’ve nothing to worry about. I’ve verified all of the bidders myself, and I believe you’ll be quite pleased no matter who wins your collar for the evening.” He sounded so self-assured that anyone who didn’t know him might think him smug, but Julia knew that he was justifiably confident in himself.
“Will you be participating tonight Master Killian?”
Behind him Doug snorted out a laugh, and muttered under his breath, “Not if he’s smart.”
His sarcasm was cut short by a sharp look from his Master who addressed her, even while clearly scolding his sub with his silence. “Until just this moment, I hadn’t planned on it. In fact, I’d planned on being the auctioneer.” He paused, and Julia saw Doug swallow hard. “I believe I might reconsider though. In fact, I am going to go check with a few people and see how many bidders we have. Alana, love, would you please take Doug downstairs and set him up on the cross? I believe he needs a few moments of quiet time before he apologizes to me for his assumption.”
“Yes, Sir,” Alana said, with just a bit too much glee in her tone. Julia nearly laughed at the matching spark of anticipation in Doug’s eyes, but she held it in.
“If you’ll excuse me, Julia, I have some things to do. Good luck tonight, and don’t forget to enjoy yourself.” He left her standing in the massive hallway watching his tall form walk away. Killian really was quite a specimen with long muscular limbs, and a golden surfer boy look. If it wasn’t for the edge of danger he gave off, one might assume he was less than intelligent, but she knew that he had an IQ that was off the charts, and charisma that served him supremely well in business. It was why she’d chosen him and his company when she was seeking investors for her business, and why she’d ultimately brought him on as a full partner. It was also why she trusted him with her secret desires and signed on for his training classes.
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“Mistress! Mistress Ana! Do you know where Master Killian is?”
Foster Craft and his girlfriend, Analise Gregory, turned simultaneously to face the frantic submissive headed their way. Natasha looked like the whole world was falling down around her ears, as she slid to an abrupt stop in front of Ana’s booted feet. Her shoulder length red hair was slipping free of the braided pigtails she wore, and her normally pale white cheeks were flushed bright pink with anxiety.
Noting that she didn’t drop her eyes away from Ana’s, Foster frowned at the lack of respect. It was very unusual for the naturally submissive girl, so things must be dire for her to act so rudely. In her panicked state, Natasha didn’t even seem to register their reactions.
“I need to find Master Killian, and quickly. There’s a problem!” she rambled on, pressing her hand to her chest as though to keep her heart inside.
“Yes, Tasha, I can plainly see by your behavior that something is amiss. What’s happened?” Ana sighed, and crossed her arms over her pert breasts. He knew that both nipples were currently poking into her corset, because he’d just been sucking on them in the car on the ride here. His mistress had naturally shaped B-cup breasts with large fat nipples that tasted like heaven on his tongue. Wiping the rakish grin from his face, Foster turned his attention back to the woman addressing them.
“And none of Master Killian’s normal house staff are available to handle the problem?” Ana was asking. He hated seeing her have to right the wrongs of the world immediately upon crossing the threshold of Killian’s house. She’d been so relaxed and playful as they got ready for the party this evening, but now her spine was stiff, and her jaw flexed with tension.
“No, Mistress. If you recall Master Killian allows them the night off when a party is taking place. The gardener left several hours ago according to Maria who was here setting up all day. “If we don’t remove it, the hot tub will be non-functional for the night.”
Ana nodded, “Yes, I can see how it would cause a problem.” She chewed on her bottom lip as she always did when thinking hard on something. Foster watched closely even though he had no idea what exactly the problem was. He just looked forward to the look of determination and confidence that would grace her face when she found a solution.
“Ana?” All three of them turned to face Ashton Reid as he marched their direction with a scowl on his handsome face. Ashton frowning was another unusual occurrence. The six foot four inch tall muscular man was a playboy through and through, and he rarely took anything seriously. Foster was tempted to grab Ana’s arm and walk her back out to the car, because surely hell was freezing over as they stood here chatting. “The DJ seems to have forgotten the extra power strip that he needs for his set up. He said he’ll have to go back to his place for it if we can’t find a substitute, and he lives a half hour away. If you want my opinion, we should just let him go, he’s a right bastard—trust me—but I figured the guests would be bummed if there wasn’t a DJ tonight. What do you want me to do?”
Ana sighed with frustration, and tapped the toe of her booted foot. “Where is Killian?”
“I believe he’s in his office, but there are bracelets on the doorknob.” Ashton said with a little smirk at the implication of what their host was doing in his office. Bracelets on a doorknob was code for “Do not Disturb” at a Lusty Fantasies party.
“Okay, I’m pretty sure I know where an extension cord is in the garage, so I’ll go with you, Ashton. Foster, I know this isn’t in your normal realm of duties, but we weren’t going to play until after dinner anyway. Would you please take care of the other issue so that we can get the party back on track?” Ana asking him to do something wasn’t unusual, but asking him to take the lead at a fetish event was unheard of. The moment his harness and collar slid over his skin and clicked closed he was in submissive mode, and she took control, so the odd situation had him nodding without asking the questions he probably should have.
“Of course Mistress, I’ll handle it.”
The sweet smile she gave him conflicted with her wickedly dangerous demeanor when she was in her Domme gear, but it tickled at his balls anyway. Making her happy was his one true goal in life. Whatever the problem, he would make absolutely sure that it never bothered her again.
“Thank you, pet. Go with Tasha, and I’ll find you later when they call for dinner.” She patted his ass and pressed a kiss to his lips before turning away from them and heading into the main living room to check over the party preparations. Guests were beginning to arrive, and there was no more time for discussion.
Facing off with Natasha, Foster gestured at her to follow him and said, “Let’s get a move on. What exactly am I taking care of?”
“The snake in the hot tub,” she said breezily, as though she hadn’t just been in meltdown mode seconds ago. Foster slammed on the brakes, and she ran into the back of him. “Hey! What are you doing?” she rubbed at the end of her nose and glared at him.
“Did you say snake? As in scaly, slithering, tongue lashing reptile?” he asked, feeling an ice cold sweat break out over his barely clothed body.
Natasha nodded, “Yes, there’s one that crawled into the hot tub. If we don’t find a way to remove it no one will be able to use it tonight. It’s one of the most popular spots in the house, so we need to get cracking before someone spots it.”
An ear piercing shriek sounded before Foster could respond, and it came from the direction of the back patio. “Too late.” He heard Natasha moan, as they both took off running toward the sound.
The scene outside was chaotic. A female party guest had happened upon the loose reptile and gone into hysterics. Foster was frozen in place for several breaths as he watched her flapping her arms at her partner who was trying to keep her from hyperventilating. A dozen other people watched from a safe distance, but one man seemed braver than the others.
Foster could only see the back of him, but he had no doubt who that broad back belonged to. It had starred in his secret fantasies for months, along with the tight denim-covered ass that lifted into view as the man bent to search for the snake. The reminder of why he was outside hit him like a brick to the chest, and he fought to breathe. He’d told his Mistress that he would handle the situation, and there was no way he could fail her, but he hated snakes more than any other creature on Earth.
It took everything he had to move several steps closer to the hot tub, and the sex-God standing next to it.
“Uh, hey Wyatt, did you find the, uh, snake?” He cringed as his voice came out in a higher pitch than normal. Between his snake phobia and the combined desire and hatred for the man in front of him, he was really fumbling to stand up straight.
Wyatt Marks was his worst nightmare, and his hottest fantasy, and considering the man was rude, straight as an arrow, and arrogant to boot, this whole situation was a clusterfuck.
Giving him an odd look, Wyatt shook his head, “No, but I saw it slip under the decking over here. I’d go under there to get it, but I’m not sure my shoulders will fit through this small opening here.” He gestured at a fifteen inch gap in the wood deck that surrounded the hot tub, and Foster silently agreed. The space would never accommodate a body as broad as Wyatt’s.
“Well, it’s probably long gone by now. I mean, surely it won’t reappear with all this noise…” Foster took a small step backward, and Wyatt’s eyes narrowed on him.
“No, it’s not likely to reappear on purpose, but what if it decides to try to get away from the party and someone steps on it? I didn’t get a close enough look to know if it’s dangerous. Someone needs to go in there and see if we can at least tell what kind of snake it is.” Wyatt said, shoving his fingers through his belt loops.
It distracted Foster for a moment as he ran his eyes down the man’s naked torso to the dark jeans that rode low on his lean hips. Completely smooth golden skin almost sparkled in the fading sunlight, and Foster’s mouth went dry. Fuck, he wanted to taste that skin so much it was painful.
“Foster?” Wyatt was moving his way, frowning, “Did you hear what I said? Can you go in there and see what the snake looks like?”
A shiver ran down his spine, and he felt the blood drain out of his face as his mouth opened and closed several times when he tried to respond. Before he could get anything to come out, his vision grayed out a little, and he stumbled. A pair of strong arms came around him, holding him upright, and his nostrils filled with the spicy scent of Wyatt’s aftershave. How was it possible to be both terrified and turned on to this extreme?
“Whoa, buddy, let’s sit you down. Are you sick? Where’s Mistress Ana?”
A chair was shoved against his knees and Foster collapsed into it feeling shaky as he panted for air. Wyatt’s face appeared before his, gripping his jaw, and forcing him to meet his gorgeous yellow gold eyes.
“Foster, are you sick? You’ve gotta tell me what’s going on, man.” Concern etched lines into Wyatt’s normally smooth face, and Foster focused on the dimpled groove that encircled his lush lips. Those lips would look so fucking amazing with a cock between them.
Closing his eyes, he dropped his head as his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. There were a dozen people around them watching him act like a scared child because of a snake and a sexy man. What was wrong with him?
“What’s wrong with you, Craft? I’ve seen Ana work your ass over for hours, and you’ve never turned that color of gray.” Wyatt was crouched in front of him, his broad torso keeping Foster’s knees spread, and his face inches away. He was still holding his jaw, but his grip was softer now. In fact his thumb seemed to be almost stroking Foster’s skin.
“Snake.” Foster whispered through clenched teeth. “I hate snakes.”
Understanding dawned in Wyatt’s eyes and the concern faded away leaving a cocky smirk. “Huh. So you’re scared of snakes?”
With a sharp nod, Foster confirmed it. To his surprise, Wyatt didn’t laugh at his childish fears or ask what caused them; he just nodded and shrugged his shoulders. “Okay, no problem. We’ll figure something else out. You just sit still so that I don’t have to pick your ass up off the floor if you pass out, got it?”
While he sat on his ass, Wyatt moved with precision, a general lining up his troops with firm commands, and marching into battle with confidence. There was nothing submissive about his demeanor at the moment, and if not for his own knowledge of Wyatt’s sexual proclivities, Foster might have called him a Dominant.
After calling on two other male party guests to help him lift the decking, so that another ten inches was added to the slender gap, Wyatt took a flashlight from Natasha who was still fumbling around trying to be helpful. Then with one more glance at Foster, as though to make sure he’d stayed put, he forced his wide shoulders into the tight space and wiggled his way into the darkness.
Foster’s eyes were locked on his tight ass because there really was no other place to look. Nearly every inch of his torso was under the wooden platform now, and after a couple of moments he was wriggling back out. His head had barely cleared the opening when the two men holding it up released it with a loud thud and groaned simultaneously in relief.
In Wyatt’s hand was a wriggling, slithering, disgusting snake about nine inches long. On his face was a brilliant smile that stopped Foster’s heart.
“Shit, it’s just a baby corn snake. My cock’s bigger than he is.”
Everyone but Foster laughed at Wyatt’s joke; he was too busy staring at the sunset outlining the big man who’d just completed a feat that Foster himself could never face. It was a bittersweet moment as he realized that his desire for Wyatt had increased ten-fold seeing him hold that snake tightly in his grip. It changed nothing, though. Wyatt was straight, Foster was in a heterosexual relationship, and his bi-curious fantasies were once again being forced back into a tiny vault in his head behind a massive steel door named Mistress Ana. Sure, he knew she’d do anything to make him happy, but he couldn’t let it happen. And Wyatt sure as hell would never let it happen.
A memory from four months ago flashed through his head, and his blood ran cold in his veins. Wyatt had propositioned Ana, requesting that she take him on as a submissive. Foster had been ecstatic, he couldn’t wait to see the cocky man under Ana’s whip, but he also had wicked visions of Wyatt underneath his own lean body, taking a pounding from his long cock.
When Ana expressed her desire to pair the two men, Wyatt balked, and spat out several disgusting homophobic obscenities making it very clear there was no chance of that happening. Disappointed and offended, Foster hadn’t even been able to continue the evening’s festivities, and he and Mistress Ana left the party early for the first time in six years.
He had no doubt that Ana loved him as much as he loved her, but she’d never spoken the words, and the incident had shaken their stability. It was weeks before he was able to find a true release and submit deeply to Ana again, and in the quiet hours of the night they’d promised each other that it would never happen again. They might bring a third into their mix, but they would never let anyone make them doubt their relationship.
Yet, here Foster sat, staring at Wyatt like a raw steak in a lion’s den, imagining all the wild, wicked things that he and Ana could do to the man to make him rescind his earlier rantings about homosexuality. It was ridiculous, and he needed to get a grip on himself before he was embarrassed again.
While Wyatt was distracted with releasing the snake at the edge of the property, Foster rose and headed into the house to put as much distance between them as possible. Even the gratitude he felt toward the big man for not making a big deal about his phobia wasn’t enough to erase the scar he’d already left on his heart.
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It was colder in the dimly lit foyer of the house than Marley anticipated when she dressed for the evening. She could already feel her nipples tightening behind the thin material of her bra, and goose-bumps prickled up her arms. All around her were people of every shape and size, wearing everything from jeans and t-shirts to slave collars and nothing else. Surveying the crowded home eased some of her doubts about her skimpy attire, but her stomach still fluttered with nerves. For the hundredth time, she questioned whether or not this was a good idea, but she was here now, so it was a moot point.
After an abrupt stop at the door to sign a liability waiver and confidentiality agreement, she was almost certain that she’d made a mistake by coming. In all of her BDSM fantasizing she never imagined that she might actually get physically injured at a Lusty Fantasies party. Sure, she knew there were whips and floggers and whatnot, but waiving her rights to a bodily harm lawsuit seemed rather extreme.
Free to wander the party to her heart’s content, she felt her whole body tremble with anxiety. She was out of her depth here. Closing her eyes briefly, she leaned against a wall while she took several deep breaths to calm herself, and keep from turning tail and running out the door she’d just come in. Once she felt steadier, she stood tall and took in the scene around her. Within a few moments, her curiosity drew her like a siren into a hallway of kink.
It was a massive space that divided the two halves of the mini-mansion lined with doors into various rooms of decadence and debauchery.
The first room she came to held a spanking bench that was currently in use. The man and woman were fully focused on the scene they were playing out, and Marley couldn’t take her eyes off the woman writhing on the padded bench. Her Dominant rained down blows from a black flogger onto her upturned backside, varying his speed and the strength of his swing as she whimpered and moaned underneath him. The sounds she made grew steadily until her entire body went taut at the height of her climax, and she cried out in ecstasy. The moment she orgasmed, he dropped the flogger onto a black duffel bag nearby and began stroking her tender skin. When he began rubbing some sort of cream over the raw, red lines marring her skin, the woman sighed with pleasure and thanked him for her spanking. Then he lifted her into his arms to carry her from the room.
Marley couldn’t help but notice the woman had tears running down her cheeks, and yet she looked blissfully happy in her man’s arms. Her research supplied the logical answer that the woman had reached subspace or, at the very least, she had received immense pleasure from the scene, but she wondered what it actually felt like. In her mind’s eye she pictured herself spread out naked on the bench, pleading with a man to punish her. Would she truly be able to let go of control long enough to come? The Dominant gave her an assessing look as he passed and then winked, making her blush from forehead to toenails and scurry farther down the hallway.
In her haste to escape his knowing look, she ran headlong into another person, and stumbled nearly falling on her ass. The body under her hands was covered in a brocade corset, and it had curves underneath not edges. Lifting her eyes, she found herself staring into the green eyed gaze of a Domme.
When the stranger narrowed her eyes on Marley, it caught her off guard and she blushed again. It was so tempting to turn around and walk back out the front door to her car, but she had promised Killian that she would attend tonight if he put her on the guest list, and she kept her promises. Thank God I didn’t promise to participate. Her eyes were locked on a wicked looking whip that dangled from the woman’s belt. A cold shiver of mixed desire and fear crawled up her spine.
The woman was no taller than Marley herself, but there was no doubt she dominated those around her. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a sleek French braid that hung over her shoulder and almost to her hip mimicking the length of the leather whip she wore. Her small breasts were pushed up by her corset above a pair of slim fitting leather leggings. The pants hugged her full hips and thighs like a second skin, and dangerous looking spiked black ankle boots finished the badass image. Even with her average build, the confidence with which she carried herself left no doubt in Marley’s mind that this woman was a force to be reckoned with.
“You’re new to this aren’t you, sweetheart?” Marley flicked her eyes up to meet the woman’s assessing gaze again, and nodded. “And you have no Master or Mistress, I presume?
“No ma’am.” She had to force the words out of her dry throat, and she swallowed hard trying to control her own nerves.
“Don’t worry, no one will bite unless you ask nicely first. We were all new to this world once. Just be careful, and watch where you’re going. You don’t want to interrupt a scene in progress, or you’ll have to accept the consequences.” With that, the beautiful woman was gone, leaving Marley staring after her.
“Whoa,” she whispered, feeling her stomach relax a little now that she wasn’t caught in the woman’s hypnotic stare.
She ran her hands over her thighs, rubbing her sweaty palms against the black knit fabric. It had taken her hours to settle on the soft black camisole, and mid-thigh length skirt, and even longer to select the sterling silver bracelets she wore on her wrists, and the slave sandals on her feet. She knew it wasn’t traditional fetish gear, but she couldn’t bring herself to squeeze her curvy form into latex or leather yet.
By no means did she think she was ugly, just not built for fabrics with no give. Short in stature at five foot three, she might have been called petite if it weren’t for her wide hips and thighs that, in her opinion, made her hourglass figure look bottom-heavy. She wore her mahogany brown hair up off her neck, twisted and clipped so that a few strands curled gently around her face. With pale skin, and large brown eyes, she had a unique look that some would call beautiful. Tonight, she just felt exceptionally vulnerable, and she couldn’t imagine walking around less clothed like many of the other attendees.
Forcing herself to stand tall, she accepted a bottle of water from a catering waiter passing by, and pushed forward. The next doorway led into an enormous lounge room, where people sat about chatting and relaxing as they might at any other event. The biggest difference being that many of them were mostly nude. A DJ in the corner near a raised platform played slow, sensual music, as a handful of couples swayed along to the beat.
There was a peaceful serenity in this room. Almost as though it was the low spot in the house created specifically for meditation and seduction. The Dom and submissive she’d seen earlier occupied a chaise lounge to her right, and she noted that the woman was now wrapped in a soft blanket and sipping a bottle of water as her man rested his chin on the crown of her head and played with her hair. They were clearly not just play partners. She could feel the love the man had for his woman, and it eased her discomfort at the sub’s earlier pain. The entire room seemed to be full of comfort, and she assured herself that she would come back here when things got overwhelming.
Out the corner of her eye, Marley spotted a man who seemed to be watching her from across the room. He was slouched in a leather smoking chair half hidden beside an oversized fireplace in the corner of the room, but he still managed to ooze power from the shadows. Her heart thumped a little faster matching the beat of the music, and her knees wobbled slightly.
Dressed in what looked to be slacks and a black button-down shirt that was open a few buttons, he was drool-worthy, and she struggled to draw her focus away from him. With his ebony hair and a whisker-shadowed jaw, he reminded her of a pirate. Her pussy wept as she imagined what that scruff would feel like against her skin.
Who he was or why he might be interested in her specifically, wasn’t on her mind. All she could think about was the sense of control that spilled out of him. He sat like a king surveying his court, one leg crossed over the other, his arms spread wide across the arms of the chair. One hand subtly tapped the rhythm of the music on the leather arm, while the other held a glass with amber-colored liquid in it. The intimidating Domme she’d plowed into just moments ago sought him out, and he smiled warmly as he rose and gave her a hug. Marley wondered at the balls it would take to hug a woman such as that, carrying a whip longer than she was tall, but the pair seemed to be old friends.
The blonde woman settled into the seat at his side, and began to speak quietly. The pirate, though, turned and glanced back towards Marley, catching her staring. To her surprise, his lips curled up in a sardonic grin, and he lifted the glass, tipping it to her, and raising his eyebrow. Whether in invitation or question, she didn’t know, but she didn’t wait to find out either.
Startled to be caught ogling the man, Marley hurried off down the hallway and away from his interested stare, hoping that distance would break the power he had over her libido after just that simple acknowledgement of her presence.
~ ~ ~
“Alexander? Are you listening to me?”
Lex absorbed the sight of the particularly sweet morsel. She’d never been at a Lusty Fantasies party before, because he would have remembered her. He had no idea who she was, but that didn’t stop his cock from twitching in response to the soft beauty she possessed. Her body was deliciously curvy, and he wondered if, as she stood under the chandelier in the hallway, she realized how sheer her clothing was. Even with the lights dimmed for ambiance, the dark shadows of her bra and G-string were clear from this angle. Was she here to play? There was no collar around her slender throat, but that didn’t discount the possibility that she was already claimed for the evening.
He tipped his glass, acknowledging that he knew she was looking back and felt a jolt of disappointment when she hurried off down the hallway and disappeared from view. Damn.
“Damn it, Lex, stop ignoring me. I don’t have time for this.” Analise’s frustrated tone drew his attention back to her, and he frowned.
“What’s the problem, Ana? You’re never this touchy.”
His sister’s brow was furrowed with tension, and he pushed the sexy stranger from his mind to focus on the situation at hand. Analise was a strong woman who was well-respected in the community. She carried herself with a confident aura that people envied. She was, without exception, one of the best Dommes Lex had ever known. The fact that they were siblings had no bearing on his judgment. In the BDSM community you weren’t judged by your familial connections; you were judged by your conduct and skill.
It was particularly unsettling that Ana seemed off her game tonight. In general, nothing ruffled her feathers, so something out of the ordinary had to be amiss.
“I need your advice, and this is serious. I’ve been approached by another submissive about training him,” she said. Lex narrowed his gaze on her, taking in the stiff set to her spine and the elegant way she perched on the edge of the chair. With her legs crossed, the first thing anyone would see on approach would be her black leather, spiked boots. She had masterfully created an air of intimidation, control and sexual potency around herself, but Lex knew she carried a soft soul under all of the armor and spikes.
“What else is new, Ana? Don’t you get a dozen requests a month or so? I swear there are more wannabe submissives seeking a Master to paddle their ass than there are politicians at the BDSM clubs nowadays, and that’s quite a feat.” He snorted at his own joke and sipped his drink watching her steadily. When she just nodded a distracted agreement, he sighed and set his glass down to steeple his fingers in front of him. “All right, I give. Who asked, and why does he matter?”
“Wyatt Marks.” She responded without any further explanation. There wasn’t much else to say. Wyatt was a long time member of their community, but he was notoriously single. He’d tested out any number of Dommes and found none to his liking. He claimed to be a straight submissive, but his recent behavior left Lex doubting it. He was a switch, and maybe experimenting with Ana and Foster was the perfect opportunity for him to learn that fact about himself.
Lex knew that Wyatt had approached Ana in the past and the interaction had gone badly, so he wasn’t sure what made this occasion special, and he said as much.
“He said he’s done some soul-searching, and he would be willing to join me, with my pet, and become our third.” Ana said softly. Lex knew that her hesitancy wasn’t out of shame for her desire to add the new man to her relationship; it stemmed more from her desire to protect her partner than anything. Ana and Foster had a good thing going, and he would expect her to be cautious about jeopardizing that. The last time they’d entertained the notion of letting Wyatt into their pairing, he’d hurt them both. They’d become distant and awkward, and it took weeks for them to get back to normal. He didn’t want to see either of them go through that again.
“I see. I thought he was straight,” Lex said, cocking his head and lifting an eyebrow.
Ana covered a quick laugh, “Everyone is straight at these events until they aren’t. He apologized, and said he made a mistake before. I think it was genuine, but…” She chewed her lip for a moment, and Lex just let her quietly think. “He says he knows how important Foster is to me, and if accepting a sexual relationship with my pet is what it takes to get under my boot heel, he’s willing to do so.”
“It’s certainly an intriguing opportunity. In essence, you can have your cock and eat it too, so to speak.” He laughed at his own joke again, pleased when she actually snorted a chuckle this time. “You’ve told me that Foster wants him, Ana. That’s why you were willing to accept him before. I don’t know exactly what he said to you guys that night, but I know how much he hurt you both. Are you sure you can handle it if he changes his mind again?”
The confusion in her eyes was disconcerting, “I know, and that’s my concern. If this goes bad, and Wyatt can’t go through with it…well it could be ugly.”
Lex nodded, “Let me play devil’s advocate here. What if it turns out to be just what you all need? Aren’t you the one always telling me to be open to whatever’s around the corner? It appears you’ve just been presented with your own corner. Are you willing to take a chance? If Wyatt says he can handle it, and Foster wants it…are you willing to stand in the way because you’re scared of what could happen?”
Her temper flashed in her brilliant green eyes, a nod to her father’s genes, just as his blue eyes were from his paternal side. They shared their mother’s intelligence and controlling nature, but they were complete opposites physically.
“I’m not afraid of taking on a new toy, damn it. I’m concerned about damaging the one I’ve got,” she snapped, stomping her booted heel down and rising to her feet to stand in front of him. “I’m not even sure why I came to you. I should have known you wouldn’t take this seriously.”
“You came to me because you know I’d never lie to you to protect your feelings and because I’m the best,” he quipped smugly.
“Yeah, sure, better than all the rest, right?” She rolled her eyes, and shook her head. “You haven’t even had a sub in forever, perhaps you should turn in your Dom card, Lex, along with your balls—if you can find them.”
He grinned at her, and she held her ground glaring back as if they were children playing a game of Face Off. For several moments, they remained at an impasse until her anger cracked and she puckered her lips in a pout. “You’re a pain in my ass, you know?”
“I know, but you’re my sister, so there’s nothing you can do about it. And for the record, I know exactly where my balls are, thank you very much. When I’m ready for someone to play with them, I’ll find someone. Until then, let’s get back to your situation. You have a sub who’s in love with you—truly, madly, and deeply—but you’ve been putting off a more permanent commitment, choosing to keep him on a leash, but distant. He wants Wyatt even though the man hurt him, because he’s curious about his own sexuality. You want him happy. He wants you happy. Wyatt wants you happy. I’m really not seeing the issue. Give the pup a trial run and see how it goes. If the boy can’t get it up and keep it up with your pet, then you know there’s no future in it.”
Ana groaned and shook her head. “You have such an eloquent way of putting things, brother-mine. I’m not sure Foster will see it so black and white. Wyatt made him doubt himself, and our relationship the last time I…well…it’s in the past now, so it doesn’t matter. He says he’s sorry and he wants to make it up to both of us. Perhaps a surprise scene for Foster is in order. One with plenty of groveling and witnesses in case Wyatt backs out.”
“Make it clear that safewording negates his chances of re-engaging you in the future, or he’ll play you like a yo-yo on a string, Ana. Despite your current look, you and I both know you’ve got a soft spot for the men in your life.” Lex picked up his glass once again and winked at her.
“I need to finish rounds. Thanks for listening. I’ll consider what you said and decide later. Are you sticking around or leaving early again?” She reached out and snatched his glass from his hand, sipping his whiskey as if he’d offered it up.
“Give me that!” he snapped, tugging it back, “I don’t know how long I’ll stay. Kaia is with Mom until Monday, and you know how much she loves being at Grandma’s. But what’s the point of me being here? It’s not fun anymore,” he said, glaring at the glass as though it held all of the pain he’d been chewing on for a decade.
“You have to try, Lex. Take a sub tonight, and see how it feels to be back in the saddle. Maybe it will change everything.” Ana said, reaching out to pat his shoulder as she began to move away.
“Bah, not likely. Get your ass in gear woman. There are heathens to watch over, and I’d hate to have to report your lax supervision to Killian.” He teased, trying to give her a menacing look that turned into an affectionate smile when she just laughed and wandered away.
He watched her leave, wondering at her good fortune. Perhaps there was such a thing as happily ever after, but it certainly had never found him. No, he wasn’t meant for fairytales.
~ ~ ~
Marley’s attention was quickly back on the tour after she left the pirate behind. She was flabbergasted at the amount of space in the building, and the number of people finding some way to debauch it. The entire main floor of the house was decorated in a modern style with Mediterranean accents here and there, and she counted six separate rooms that were occupied by couples or groups engaged in one fetish or another.
In one, a woman hung suspended in the air, woven into a decorative harness of ropes, while a man meticulously created a braid around the curves of her body. The look on her face was utterly beautiful, and Marley shivered as a wave of desire washed over her. Ropes intrigued her and terrified her simultaneously. What if she had a panic attack while tied up? She turned and pushed away from the room assuring herself that ropes weren’t suitable for her.
She passed by an alcove where two men, clothed only in boxer briefs, knelt with their heads lowered. She studied their unmoving forms for a moment, wondering why they would be there, when another man approached and called to them. The two reacted instantly, rising to their feet, and following their Dominant down the hallway like well-trained pets. An unusual dynamic. Were they put in the corner as a punishment, or were they merely resting there until their Master wanted them?
A rather large curvaceous woman bumped into her, startling her from her reverie, and apologizing. They exchanged a smile and each went their own way, but Marley did a double take when she realized that the large woman was in fact a man dressed in drag. He was gorgeous, far lovelier than she would ever have believed a man in a dress could be, and he fascinated her. Making a mental note to search out the stranger at some point in the near future for makeup tips, she forced her attention back to the hallway. It was becoming more crowded by the minute, but that didn’t slow the attendees in their perverted pursuits.
People milled around, greeting each other as old friends, or politely ignoring each other’s presence when they found them erotically engaged. She had been concerned that she was walking into a lawless environment, but everything worked like clockwork. Each person seemed intent on freeing themselves of their inhibitions in some way, and she found herself feeling less and less ashamed of her secret fantasies.
An orgy of sorts filled and spilled out of the next massive bedroom. At least eighteen bodies were tangled in an erotic train of quivering limbs that sought only pleasure. There were women fucking men and other women alike, and she even saw one man giving another a blow job while his partner ate a bound and gagged female’s pussy. The idea of so many hands, mouths and bodies pleasuring each other was exquisitely erotic, and Marley’s G-string grew damp. She could easily envision herself joining in with the right group, but perhaps not in the middle of the hallway where everyone could see her.
She continued on past the orgy room to a set of closed doors. A pair of bracelets dangled from the chrome door knob, and Marley frowned at them curiously.
“The bracelets mean the room isn’t for viewing. Whoever is using it isn’t comfortable being watched,” a tall man walking by explained. “I would say seventy percent of the attendees have no shame or embarrassment about what they do, and actually get turned on by being watched, but there are a few who take it private when they’re ready to play. Sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude, but I saw the look on your face.”
“It’s no problem, and thank you for explaining. I’m glad to know it’s not required to put on a show. I’m not sure I could do that yet,” she said honestly, giving him a small smile. He was handsome in a boyish way, and he didn’t even seem to be hitting on her, just trying to help.
At least six and a half feet tall, he towered over her, but his body was long and lean like a runners. There was nothing in his demeanor that made her want to kneel for him. In fact, she could see herself enjoying a dinner party or beers at a ballgame with the tall man. She liked him instantly.
He laughed, and patted her shoulder, “That’s okay; not everyone is into every flavor. That’s the best part about these events. You get to taste flavors you never thought you would and avoid the ones you don’t like, like black licorice.”
She joined the stranger in his laughter. “Personally, I like black licorice, but I hate cherry.”
The man looked askance at her, “Oh you poor dear girl. Cherries are a delicacy around here. No one has any cherry left to taste.” His misty blue eyes crinkled at the corners and he wiggled his eyebrows to indicate he was joking. “I’m Foster Craft.”
“Marley Saltzman.” She shook his hand. “Thank you again for explaining the bracelets Mr. Craft, but how do you obtain the bracelets?”
“Foster, please Marley. I’m not a Mister in any sense of the word. Most of the Dominants here have a pair of bracelets on them. There are a few who skip them, and then of course, the ones with permanent subs don’t bother because their subs are collared. The white bracelet is for the submissive, and the black is for the Dominant. If you look close there is a name printed in the plastic. It tells everyone that the sub is taken for the night. It’s the best way to provide a visible temporary claim at these parties. Some subs are hesitant to put on a Dom’s collar until they’ve played with them a few times, so the Doms use the bracelets as a way of marking their territory.” Foster explained. He held up his own braceleted wrist to show her the embossed words, “Mistress Ana.”
Marley surveyed him as she chewed on the new information. He wore a pair of short shorts that clearly defined that he was packing a significantly sized cock, and two matching straps crisscrossed his lean chest. A black collar with spikes and an O-ring at the front encircled his throat. He didn’t necessarily act like he was a sub, but he was certainly dressed like one.
“You’re wearing a collar, too, though.” She said, and then grimaced when she realized how rude she sounded. “I’m sorry; I can’t believe I said that. Just ignore me. I’m a little out of my element tonight.”
Foster gave her a sympathetic smile, “It’s okay. The only way to learn is to ask questions, right? My Mistress has collared me, but we wear bracelets because she’s a DM here, and she wants to set an example.”
“Dungeon Monitor.” Marley said automatically. “Like the Kink Police, she makes sure everyone is playing safely.”
He laughed, and nodded, “So you’re not a complete tourist. Exactly right and I can’t wait to share that term with her. She’ll love that title. She’s actually on duty until dinner, so I’m just wandering around bored until she’s free.”
“I see. So if I agree to play with someone tonight he’ll give me a bracelet not a collar?” she asked, frowning. That wasn’t what she had read in her books at all. Submissives were supposed to wear collars, not bracelets.
“Possibly, but you could end up with a Dom who doesn’t use bracelets or you may decide not to even indulge tonight, so don’t stress. There are couples here that don’t use collars at all, some subs wear ankle bracelets, or rings, and a couple even have tattoos. We pretty much prefer to allow everyone the ability to determine their own fate at these parties. The bracelets are just available as an easy temporary fix if you pair up with someone new for the night. A Dom has to have been approved by Killian to receive a set of bracelets to carry. I get that you’re knew to BDSM, but the first thing you have to understand is that each person, couple, or group prefers to set their own rules. There are very few “golden” rules that everyone abides by. The biggest one is R.A.C.K.”
“Rack? As in everyone has to try the rack?” she asked, feeling flummoxed by all of the misinformation filling her head.
“Risk Aware Consensual Kink. Mainly all parties have to be in agreement on what the rules are before a scene commences, and safety is the first and foremost priority of everyone involved. Once a safeword is spoken all play stops, period. No exceptions.”
Before she could question her new friend further, dinner was announced. A flurry of activity happened in a matter of moments as people appeared from every doorway pulling their clothes on and making their way into the dining room.
“Would you like to walk with me to dinner, Marley? I can introduce you to my Mistress if you would be more comfortable with some protection tonight.” Foster offered, as he gestured toward the door everyone was filing through.
Marley wasn’t sure she would be able to keep anything in her stomach tonight. Not even food catered in by one of her favorite restaurants. There was too much happening around her, and so much she still hadn’t seen.
“I’ll walk with you, but I don’t think I need protection just yet. Thank you though for the generous offer.” She took his arm, and Foster led her away from the hallway of decadence and into the dining room.
The first person she laid eyes on as they entered the large room was her pirate. He was standing just inside the doorway and to her left as he surveyed the room around him. It was like the air was heavier the closer she got to the mysterious man, and she had to force herself to take slow deep breaths to calm her nerves and her libido.
He was taller than she expected from her earlier view, standing at least six foot two, and his broad shoulders narrowed into a lean waist, and a perfectly bitable ass. Giving herself a mental shake, she thanked Foster for assisting her to dinner, and then joined the buffet line just so she had something to do. Someone as alluring as the pirate wasn’t the best person for a newbie. No, she needed a gentle Dom, not a powerful one.
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Doug…
“Can we? Just this once, Doug, please?” Her voice was a husky moan in his ear, and he could deny her nothing.
For the last four months, they had attended the monthly Fetish parties as voyeurs only. He had watched with lust-filled eyes, as the people around them sought release for their passion, hoping that at some point his wife would grow comfortable enough with the parties to join in. But each time she maintained her distance, standing off to the side, watching the sweat-soaked strangers explore the bodies around them, her face devoid of emotion. He knew she felt something; her racing pulse and sharp intake of breath betrayed her stoic exterior, and by the time he got her home after each party, she was desperate for his cock.
Her voracious appetite for sex seemed to stem from her love of erotic romance novels. He regularly caught her with her nose in a book, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy, and pussy dripping. One of these days he would have to write a thank you letter to the publishers for keeping his cock in working form, but for tonight, he had other things to focus on.
Alana stood beside him, asking his permission to put on a show. She wanted him to strip her down, and fuck her in front of the other partygoers. His eyes met hers and he could see the fire burning in their sapphire-colored depths.
What had changed her mind? What had her so turned on tonight that she couldn’t deny her own need anymore?
The brush of a hand over his shoulder drew his attention, and he instantly understood. The man standing at his elbow was his best friend and business partner, Killian Whitfield. In his black and white tuxedo he looked more like a Hollywood movie star walking the red carpet than a businessman still trying to crack the million-dollar mark.
“Doug, Alana. How are you both this evening? Enjoying the…festivities I hope.”
Killian stood too close to Alana for propriety, yet Doug wasn’t put off. He was surprised to find that he wanted to put on a show for his friend. If Alana was willing to fuck in front of Killian, what else would she be willing to do with him present? He felt his dick thicken a little at the image of his wife on her knees sucking Killian’s cock in the middle of the living room. Never before had he fantasized about his wife with another man, but he could picture it with Killian. In his mind’s eye, he could see his friend’s long lean body, flexing and rippling with desire as his wife sucked him dry. That would be incredible to watch, and by the look on Alana’s face, she could picture such an event too. What a surprise this evening was turning out to be.
“We’re having a wonderful time. These parties are always memorable, Killian.” As Alana spoke, her eyes drifted over Killian’s six foot tall frame, and back up to meet his assessing green eyes. When their gazes collided, Doug could almost see sparks crackling in the air around them, and his cock hardened in his pants until he had to fidget to give his erection more room. He took the opportunity before it slipped away, and wrapped his arm around the curve of Alana’s waist, drawing her even closer between the two men.
“Actually Killian, Alana was just commenting that she wanted to enjoy the party a little more tonight.”
Doug watched Killian’s eyes flame at the implication, and his own cock throbbed in response. Could he actually do this? Could he fuck Alana in front of these people? The answering electrical current pulsing through his body was the only confirmation he needed to know he absolutely could do that and more. Alana’s heavy-lidded gaze was a potent aphrodisiac, but when paired with Killian’s commanding masculinity, it made Doug dizzy with need.
Killian didn’t hide his charisma or his flirty nature; he openly charmed both sexes. Doug had never seen him with another man, nor had he ever blatantly asked him if he was bisexual, but there were rumors. Everyone knew he was open to anything when it came to sex. Hell, how many times had they swapped stories while they waited to tee off on the golf course? Doug had no problem sharing the kinky things he and Alana liked to try in the privacy of their own home, and Killian encouraged him to give every salacious detail. Perhaps there was more to his interest than pure, perverted male curiosity.
“Really? Is there some way I could be of assistance in making all your desires come true, Alana?” Killian’s silky smooth baritone voice rippled through Doug’s chest, and he heard Alana’s sharp intake of breath.
Her eyes darted to meet Doug’s, and he smiled reassuringly at his wife. If they were going to do this, they were going in with their eyes open. “I believe she’d like you to watch to begin with.”
Killian stepped a little closer to the two of them and lowered his voice, directing his next question to Alana, “I’ll only ask this once, but I have to ask. Would you like to stay here, or go into one of the bedrooms where we have more privacy?”
The ultimate question in Doug’s mind was whether or not she actually wanted to put on a show for the entire bevy of strangers in the room, or just for Killian. The air around them grew tense as Alana considered her first foray into exhibitionism.
“I believe I’d prefer to throw caution to the wind tonight. Will you help me?” she said softly as she stared up into Killian’s face.
“Be sure, love; exhibitionism is like a drug, once you begin, well…”
Killian’s words faded off as a blush of pink stained Alana’s pale, white skin. She only hesitated a moment before she gave a short, sharp nod and whispered, “I’m sure.”
The smile that spread across Killian’s face was heart-stopping, for Doug, so he could only imagine how Alana’s body responded. “I would be honored to watch.”
“Thank you, Killian,” she murmured, staring up at him as though he had just performed some sort of heavenly miracle. Doug winced at the adoration on her face. Perhaps getting her involved with Killian wasn’t the best idea, but it was too late to back out now. His wife had asked him to fulfill her fantasy, and he’d be damned if he was going to let her down.
Responding only with a wide smile and a dip of his head, Killian moved to the loveseat nearby, and Doug’s heart leapt in his chest. Finally! He would finally be allowed to live out his fantasy of public sex—and with his wife, no less! He couldn’t resist skimming his hand up the curve of her hip to her shoulder. Her bare skin under the thin strap of her dress was as soft as cashmere, and he danced his fingers delicately up her neck and over to her zipper.
He felt her trembling under his hand as he lowered it one inch at a time, exposing her perfect pale, peach-colored skin. Flicking his eyes up to meet Killian’s, he smiled when his partner twirled his finger in the air, directing the scene even from six feet away. Doug complied, by gently turning Alana around to face him, with her zipper halfway down her back, and her dress straps slipping off of her shoulders. The excitement on her face was tempered with apprehension in her touch as she placed her palms on Doug’s chest awaiting his next move.
“I love you, sweetheart,” he whispered just before capturing her lips under his own. Seeking only to soothe her nerves, he stroked his tongue over her soft skin, and then pushed his way into her sweet mouth.
~ ~ ~
Alana…
It was the ultimate rush. She could feel the zip of anxiety over her skin and the fire of desire in her blood. Alana had never felt more human. In the past, Doug had tried to get her to join in, but each time, something held her back.
Ultimately, she feared rejection. What if she wasn’t passionate enough, or sexy enough, or thin enough for the crowd to want to watch? If she was honest with herself, her biggest fear was being rejected by the man who now watched her from a few feet away. She had no fear of rejection at the moment though, as he sat there taking her in with eyes that held green flames of need. Killian had always looked at her with appreciation, but never gave her any sign that he wanted her until tonight.
Tonight, he’d gone out of his way to lay his hand on her upper thigh during dinner. Doug had been occupied in conversation as his best friend made his desire known, but she didn’t feel guilty about it. She’d seen the looks Doug gave his business partner when he thought no one was watching, and she’d heard him call out Killian’s name in the darkness of their bedroom. So, she allowed herself to accept the pleasure Killian offered without a word.
His fingers had teased her skin through the thigh-high slit in her dress, and her thighs parted in an instinctive welcome. When his thick fingertip finally found her slit, she bit her own tongue to avoid begging him to finger fuck her then and there. He had only dallied for a moment before they were interrupted by the mass exodus at the end of the meal, but it was enough to light a bonfire in her belly. Even now, her thighs were damp with her own juices, and her clit was throbbing.
Doug drew her focus back to the present by nipping at her lower lip, and she felt her knees wobble underneath her. God, she loved it when he added a touch of pain. She could almost feel Killian’s eyes on her, and she wondered briefly if anyone else in the room was watching. She felt Doug slide her zipper the rest of the way down, until it rested at the top of her ass crack. The cool air whispered over her skin, and she shivered as the garment free from her body. It pooled at her feet leaving her standing in just a strapless black bra and panties, and a black garter belt holding up silk stockings. She held her breath when he bit the tendon at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, realizing that she was now nearly nude in front of Killian. It was a delicious, wanton feeling. She let her head fall backwards, giving Doug the room he needed to suckle and nip at her throat.
His hand slid over the curve of her belly to the spread of her thighs, and he brushed his knuckles across the lacy crotch of her panties, drawing the first moan from her throat. Blood pounded in her ears, and her eyes drifted closed as his other hand pushed the foam cups of her bra down, exposing her breasts to view. Her nipples tightened into sharp points, and he latched onto one sending her senses reeling.
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Killian…
Killian couldn’t believe his luck. For months he had rocked a hard-on for Alana and Doug. From the first time they attended one of his Lusty Fantasies parties, he’d always known they were destined to be his, and he was a patient man. He waited, and watched, easing them along the path he wanted them to walk until they were right here, right now.
With Doug sucking his wife’s tits a few feet in front of him, Killian tipped his glass, emptying the remaining half-inch of whiskey into his mouth and swallowing the burn. It was fortification for the control he was struggling to maintain. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to call the two of them to his side and force them both to their knees in front of him. After dipping his finger into Alana’s juicy pussy at dinner, he knew she would be more than willing, but how would Doug react? Would he fly off the handle if Killian shoved his cock in his face and told him to suck it?
One way or another, tonight they were going to find out. He was tired of waiting, and watching Alana with her wide eyes, and Doug with his flushed cheeks, as they explored their exhibitionist sides. It was time to up the ante, and expose their submissive nature, too.
Doug had tossed Alana’s bra completely aside so he could play with her tits. The long line of her spine and the sexy curve of her ass beckoned Killian, but he held his place and directed Doug to spin her around again.
His first view of her luscious breasts made his mouth water and his balls draw up tight. She had melon-sized tits with fat nipples that would look amazing pierced. They were a dusky rose color, with areolas the size of a half-dollar. Doug’s hands cupped her and she arched her back, pushing her breasts out to Killian.
It took everything he had to resist the offering.
They were drawing the attention of some of the other guests, but Killian knew that no one would interrupt or distract the two putting on the show. If nothing else, this group was a safe haven for exploration. Everyone here had indulged in a fetish or fantasy at one time or another. A private invitation was necessary to gain access, and upon stepping through the front door, each guest was required to sign a waiver and confidentiality agreement before they were allowed to join the party.
He wanted to protect his friends, but he was also protecting himself. One day soon he would sit atop the Fortune 500 list, and he’d be damned if a scandal would keep him from it.
Alana moaned and drew his attention back to the show. Doug was on his knees, pulling her panties over her hips, exposing her slit. Killian was pleased to see her bald pussy was dripping with need, and he rubbed at his own cock, mimicking Doug’s touch on her body.
The man seemed to know his wife’s body well as he suckled and nipped at various points on her inner thighs and down to the back of her knees. Wearing just the garter belt and hose now, Alana looked magnificent. Her plump lips were parted, and her firm tits lifted and fell with the increase in her breathing. She was a goddess among commoners, standing proudly before them displaying the passion filling her soul.
Satisfaction ripped through Killian when Doug looked over his shoulder at him, and then paused as though waiting for direction. Meeting Doug’s dark gaze, Killian licked his lips just to see the other man’s reaction. As expected, Doug’s own tongue duplicated the action signaling his growing desire. His submissive nature was shining like an aura around him, and Killian jumped at the chance to take control.
“Taste her.”
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Cash’s voice rumbled over her as Owen’s body pressed close to hers. The song was fast paced, but everything about Owen’s movement was seductive, and she found herself mimicking his dance as they came together. Her heart was racing in her chest and her curly blonde hair grew sweaty on her forehead as they danced. Around them bodies pressed close and the tempo of the music changed, slowing once again until Owen’s arms came around her tightly. Lifting her arms to his shoulders she swayed gently into him.
“Must be doin’ something right…I just heard her sigh…” It felt as though Cash sang the lyrics into her ear despite the fact that she knew he was up on stage. “Lean into my kiss and close, those deep blue need-me eyes…”
Owen’s head dropped until she could feel his hot breath on the side of her neck. Goosebumps popped up all along her skin and she shivered in his arms. She could feel her nipples peak as they rasped against his chest even through several layers of fabric. A need began to build inside of her that she’d never experienced. It was as if she’d been drugged with some sort of aphrodisiac. All she could think about was pressing tighter to Owen. Before long there was barely a breath between them, and his lips skittered across her delicately, asking for permission.
She felt herself sigh with pleasure as he brought them back to her mouth and finally gave her the kiss she’d been aching for.
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Owen’s blood pounded in his ears and his wolf bayed in his brain. This was the magic moment he’d spent his whole life imagining would happen when he met his mate. He hadn’t expected the kiss, but it’d felt right in the moment and Cory wasn’t withdrawing from him.
Their lips met again and again until they exchanged breaths for a heartbeat before separating and staring at each other, motionless.
“Whoa.” She murmured.
“I would say we definitely vibe.” He said back, barely in control of his wolf. His animal wanted to mark and mate her now so that no one could take her away from him. Obviously, it wasn’t the time or place, but there was no explaining that to his wolf.
The song ended around them, and the band called for a ten-minute break. The sudden disruption seemed to knock Cory back into reality and she took a step away form him. “I should get back to the bar.”
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“Okay, you have two minutes before I need to get back to work, talk,” Tavi said, crossing her arms under her small breasts and lifting the tempting morsels.
“I want you,” Luke said simply.
She looked startled, and she took a wary step backward, shaking her head. “I–I, um, well thank you, I think. You’re a gorgeous guy, but like I said earlier I’m not looking for a relationship.”
“I’m not either, but I know I can’t walk away from you without tasting you once.” He knew he wasn’t seducing her with the most romantic lines, but there seemed to be a disconnect between his brain and his cock tonight and his desire was clearly leading the way.
“Tasting me?” she frowned in confusion and a small pucker appeared between her eyebrows. Luke let his eyes drift down her body to settle pointedly on the V between her legs, and she gasped. “Holy shit! You don’t mean…”
A smile broke on his face at her shock, and he nodded. “I mean exactly what you think I mean, but not just a taste of your sweetness. I want to touch you, and hold you, and feel you while you whimper and beg me to taste you.”
“You want to fuck me and get me out of your system then?”
In retrospect he should have heard the anger in her tone, or at least registered the callous way she said it, but instead his arrogance led him to nod and step closer to her.
“I’m not a craving you—you—asshole! You don’t pick and choose who you want like this is some sort of buffet. You think telling me you want me is going to make me spread my legs like a whore and take it?”
The word whore made him pause. “Don’t call yourself that, Tavi. You could never be a whore.”
“How do you know that, Luke? Do you think you know me? You just met me yesterday, and here you are tonight stalking me. Maybe I should have called the cops instead of letting you have a minute of my time.”
“Wait, Tavi, just a second. I didn’t mean it like that. Hell, I’ve really screwed this shit up.” He raked his hand through his black hair, and then came to a decision. “I’d never force a woman in my life, and I’d never fuck a whore. I’m not sure why you—”
He stopped speaking abruptly and held his hands out. “I’m not a bad guy, Tavi. I swear it. And normally I’m not even this forward with a woman. I don’t understand what’s happening between us, but I know you feel it, too. Look me in the eye and tell me you feel it.”
Tavi’s eyelids lowered and she fidgeted for a moment of indecision before she huffed back. “Fine, I feel it, too, but that doesn’t mean I’m in a place where I can deal with it right now. It’s physical attraction, Luke, that’s all. Give it a week and you won’t remember my name.”
Luke felt her words to his core, and he flinched. Reaching out, he took her hands in his, and pressed them against his chest. The motion brought her gaze up to meet his, and he felt like he’d been sucker punched. She really was exquisitely beautiful.
“I wish I believed that, baby, but something tells me that this thing that’s between us is going to burn for a long time to come.” Before she could respond or protest, Luke dropped his lips to steal a kiss from her.
Nirvana. That’s what Tavi felt when Luke pressed his muscular body against hers, and captured her lips. The pressure was firm, but tender, as he sought entrance into her mouth with his tongue. She couldn’t have resisted if she’d wanted to. Her body was on fire, and her brain had melted away. Opening her lips to him, she moaned as his tongue invaded her mouth.
The taste of apple pie was on his tongue, and his big hands released hers to wrap around her back, pressing her closer. She stood between the spread of his legs, so she could feel every inch of the thick erection behind his zipper, and she wanted it. Her fingers against his chest, clenched at his T-shirt digging into the firm muscle under the cloth, and urging him on.
He mastered her mouth, and she teased and tempted him with her own tongue as seductively as she knew how. This moment, this kiss, changed everything. There was no stopping this explosion now that the fuse was lit.
Luke nipped at her bottom lip, and she moaned and arched against him. Immediately his big hands dropped to cup her ass, lifting her so her mouth was level with him, and her long legs could wrap around his lean hips. Locking her ankles, she rocked her aching pussy against the ridge of his dick, riding him as if there weren’t clothes between them. Her hands broke free of his shirt, so she could grip his neck and shoulders, and keep him where she needed him. They fought for control over the kiss, but ultimately he ravished her senses.
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Twisting her head, she heard the crunch of feet on the grassy front lawn, followed by the rumble of male voices. Her body started trembling with anticipation, and it all clicked in her head in an instant. Her mate.
Mate.
Her heart pounded at the one word growled by her wolf, and she gasped as it bounced in her brain like a ping pong ball. Her mate was headed this way, and her wolf wanted him desperately. No, not wanted, that wasn’t a strong enough word. She needed him. Her body ached with the need. She could feel the points of her canine teeth as they lowered, and her bones screamed out to shift and run toward the scent of her soul’s other half.
The door pushed open and she heard a sharp male voice snarl, “Move, now.” Devin and Damon came through it first as a growl escaped her throat that was matched by someone on the other side of the door.
Wait…was that two growls? What the hell was happening?
Before she could question it further, she was on her feet, moving toward the front door. Devin and Damon were forcibly pushed out of the doorway, and a pair of the sexiest and scariest looking men she had ever seen filled her vision.
Her pussy wept into her panties, and her nipples stood up hard as diamonds, begging to be touched. Her wolf whined with pleasure at being this close to its mate, but the human side of her brain was struggling, and her hands were trembling. Confusion hummed through her as her eyes darted back and forth between the two. They were the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome, but they both carried an aura of bad boy, too. Who was her mate? Shouldn’t she just know?
Instead of moving closer, she took a step backward, away from the unknown. The two men growled simultaneously, and the slightly shorter of the two stalked toward her first, with the taller one right in his shadow.
In that moment, the fear of the unknown was overcome by an animalistic desire to be in her mate’s arms, and she moved forward, meeting the first man in only a couple steps. He wrapped one arm around her waist and used the other hand to grip the nape of her neck, tilting her head backward. She felt her lips part as he dropped his head down. When their mouths met, she whimpered loudly in her throat, and her body caught fire. It raced through her system, lighting her soul up from the inside out, and she very nearly came in front of everyone.
His mouth was hard and forceful, but his tongue swept leisurely over hers in a sensual dance. Tempting and teasing while demanding and devouring. It was everything she had hoped to feel when she met her mate. She felt their souls touch as he held her, and she wanted to laugh, cry, and eat him alive all at the same time.
A second pair of hands touched her shoulders, and her wolf relaxed even further at this new touch. Her body responded by pressing back against his hardness. It was several moments before she grasped the fact that she was being held by two different men, and her wolf was ecstatic about both of them.
Roughly jerking her mouth free from the stranger’s passionate onslaught, she panted, trying to recover her breath and her brain function. Two men meant two mates. Fuck no, her brain screamed at her, while her wolf rolled around inside her like a happy puppy.
Mate.
Stupid wolf. Was that the only word she knew now? She closed her eyes, trying to get her bearings before opening her mouth, but all she could hear was her wolf.
Mate. Mate. Mate.
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Thomas seemed to be drawn toward her like they were two magnetic matches, and she felt him move closer. Within touching distance, he stopped. “KJ? Can I talk to you for a minute?”
Clenching her jaw tightly together, she tried to inhale through her mouth instead of her nose. Instead of giving her relief it made her think about what he would taste like. Her mouth watered at the thought, and she bit her own lip to keep a moan from slipping out.
Her eyes darted around her, looking for an escape. It seemed that everyone else had disappeared all of a sudden. She was left standing alone with Thomas, only her brothers in sight. His large body seemed to overwhelm hers and she felt tiny standing next to him. She was trembling as she tried to gain control of the wolf inside of her, and she opened her mouth to decline, only to hear her own voice saying, “Okay.”
Thomas reached out and took her hand, pulling it away from her body and lacing his fingers through hers. She could have sworn she heard a crackle of electricity as their skin touched again. Thomas led her away from the vans and down a short footpath off the side of the rest stop parking lot. It meandered about forty feet into a small park that was encircled by trees. There was another couple a little way away, but they were walking away down the path.
The moment that they were out of view from everyone, Thomas spun around to face her. The blazing heat in his brown eyes rocked her to the core, and she fell against his chest. The heat from his body against hers brought a soft sigh of contentment from her lips. He felt so perfect, and she fit so nicely into his arms. This is what it meant to be held by your mate. She wanted desperately to resist it, but all she could do was melt into him.
She lifted her face up to look at him, unsure of what to expect. If he felt half of the turbulence that she did right now, she didn’t think they would survive the mating lust. His chocolate eyes were nearly black with confusion and lust, and his jaw was clenched tight.
“Little one, I’m not exactly sure what’s happening here, but I hope you feel it too.” The rumble of his lust-tightened voice made her belly quiver and her pussy muscles clench.
“I feel it, too. Damn it.” Her snarl was met with his tight groan of need, just before he captured her mouth. Fire raced through her blood from the top of her head to the soles of her feet and she arched into him. The friction of his chest against hers was mind-numbing.
His hands slid down to cup her ass and lift her higher against his body. Instinctively she locked her ankles behind his butt, her thighs riding tightly around his lean hips. The hard ridge of his erection pressed against the seam of her jeans giving her the pressure she craved against her swollen clit. She rocked against him, tilting her hips forward to provide the perfect cavity for his cock to nestle, and he cursed against her mouth.
Biting her bottom lip, he dug the fingers of one hand into her ass, and his other hand snaked up to cup her breast. A sharp pinch on her nipple made her gasp and cream in her panties, and she broke the kiss to throw her head back and press her breast further into his massaging palm.
“God, you’re beautiful, KJ.” He cupped her aching tit in his large hand and tweaked the nipple with his thumb. Even through her bra and shirt, his fingertip was heaven against the sensitive bud, making her moan. Suddenly, he was releasing her, and dropping her back to the ground. His hands were threading into her hair and holding her in place while he rested his forehead against hers. “Damn it all to hell. I want to just take you here and now, little one, but I’m afraid your brothers would rip my throat out and bury my body.”
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