by Qwillia Rain
“Situation?”
“In love with the boss and he only wants sex.”
Mattie’s matter of fact tone cut through some of the resistance Elf felt. “I didn’t say…”
Pushing her empty glass aside, Mattie leaned forward. “You didn’t have to say anything, Elfina. It’s very subtle, and only someone who knows how to hide the feelings can spot them in someone else.” Patting Elf’s clasped hands as they rested on the table, she added, “I just wanted to talk to you. That’s why I sicced Bryce on Dayton, so I could get you off to yourself for a little bit.”
Elf remained quiet, not sure if she liked knowing this woman was aware of her feelings. “Why?”
“I wanted to let you know it’s worth it.”
“What is?”
“Loving Dayton.” Mattie’s gaze drifted back to her husband, the smile on her lips soft with memory. “At first it’s a little frightening to share yourself and think it’s only your body he wants.” Bringing her gaze back to Elf her smile grew wider. “But it changes.”
“Were you and he…” Elf didn’t think she wanted to know if Mattie had been a lover of Dayton’s.
Mattie laughed and shook her head, “No. I only know him through the business he and Bryce conduct.” Rubbing her belly, she explained. “I was Bryce’s admin until two years ago when I got pregnant with our twins. He does a lot of his work from home now. Richard does most of the day-to-day work for Halsey’s.”
“Then how…”
“Bryce.” As she said his name a new wine glass of golden liquid was set in front of her as her husband eased into the chair beside her.
When Mattie sipped the drink, Elf couldn’t keep from asking, “Should you be drinking champagne in your condition?”
Bryce chuckled, “Lawrence is on a strict diet of ginger ale with these guys.” He stroked his wife’s belly. Leaning forward, he placed a kiss on Mattie’s throat just above her necklace.
“Lawrence?” Elf was confused.
Dayton took a seat next to her, explaining with a low chuckle, “Bryce always calls his wife by her maiden name.”
“I spent eight years calling her Lawrence.”
“Oh, and seven years of marriage and six children, plus three more on the way, doesn’t count,” Mattie teased, leaning into her husband’s touch as he continued to stroke her stomach.
“Maybe we’ll discuss it after eight years of marriage,” he teased. “But right now, I’d like to dance with the prettiest lady here.”
“She’s taken.” Dayton grinned, wrapping his arm around Elf’s shoulders and tugging her close to his side.
“No offense…” Bryce smiled at Elf, his green eyes glittering with humor, “yours is cute, but my wife’s got her beat.” Tugging Mattie to her feet, he led her away from the table and onto the dance floor.
“Did she say ‘six children’?”
Dayton nodded. “Bryce complains he’ll be broke by the time he puts all of their kids through college.” Sliding his hand from her shoulder, he smoothed the ruby silk covering her back. “Less than a year after they married, Mattie gave birth to a set of triplets. Two boys and a girl. They’ll be six in May. I think she had a boy two years later, and a year after him, she had a set of twin girls.”
“And she’s pregnant again?”
“Due in March with another set of triplets.” Dayton shook his head. “Richard says Bryce is just trying to live up to his namesake’s reputation.”
“Who?”
“Bryce was named for his, I think, great-great-grandfather. The first Collas Brysson Halsey was a pirate who produced nine children with his wife, Margaretta.”
She’d heard the name before. Thinking back to some of the local history she’d read, Elf finally connected it. “Isn’t he the man the original Mexican residents named the city for?”
Dayton chuckled. “Yep. Halsey was the ‘Saint Devil’ to the residents when he first arrived in the early 1800s. He’d won a Spaniard’s land grant in a game of dice just before he stole his wife from the ship taking her to her fiancé.”
“That must have made for a turbulent marriage.”
“It probably was, but the local historians swear the two were deeply in love with one another. Margaretta and Halsey produced nine children and were married well over sixty years.”
“So, that’s why Mr. Bennett said Bryce is trying…”
“To create his own baseball team.” Dayton chuckled.
“How do they manage them all?” Elf wondered aloud. The thought of having so many children made her dizzy.
Dayton shrugged, “He can afford nannies, but most of the time it’s Mattie and Jacob, Bryce’s father, who take care of the kids. Bryce is there most days, if he isn’t here in town at his offices.
“Enough about them,” he ordered. Pulling Elf to her feet, Dayton announced, “Right now, I’d like to do a little dancing, too.”
* * * * *
As the night progressed, Elf grew used to the long looks and whispers when she mingled beside Dayton. She also noticed Case Henderson, the younger of two brothers Dayton hired to do background checks on prospective employees and new clients. Case seemed to know Bryce and Richard Bennett, Halsey’s Senior Vice President, and their wives.
From a quiet table in a corner, Elf had slipped away to sit down and relax a little. Only a smattering of people remained. Midnight had already come and gone, and the clocks were edging up to two when she focused on how intimately Case held Becka, the woman married to one of Dayton’s most powerful business associates.
The approach of one of the toy company’s accountants and her husband had Elf rising to exchange good-byes and wishes for a happy holiday. By the time they’d turned for the door, Dayton had returned. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her crown.
Leaning into him, she let her gaze drift to the dance floor where Case danced with Becka, his hands stroking seductively up and down the flesh bared by the woman’s elegant evening gown.
“Can’t quite figure it out, huh?”
His voice vibrated against her back, but didn’t reach beyond them. “Don’t their husbands care?” She knew they did; she’d seen the loving expressions exchanged between the couples, but there seemed to be no reaction to the advances Case made to their wives.
“He’s their third.”
Elf peered over her shoulder at him. “Their what?”
A wicked grin lifted his lips as he leaned closer. “Case joins them in bed.”
Elf’s head whipped back to stare wide-eyed at the two couples. Mattie was snuggled against her husband, laughing at something he whispered in her ear. Richard collected his wife in his arms, and kissed her deeply after Case escorted her from the dance floor.
“You mean?” Elf wasn’t sure she could complete the thought.
“Bryce and Richard and their wives enjoy ménage à trios. When he was still single, Richard was Bryce and Mattie’s third. After he married Becka, Bryce asked Case to take his place, and Richard has him join him and Becka.”
It didn’t take much for her imagination to conjure up images of either woman being pleasured by their husband and the handsome PI. Her breasts tingled at the idea of being the recipient of two men’s attention, and an even naughtier thought had her tummy tightening.
What would it be like if Dayton invited another man into bed with them? Would she hesitate?
Some of the racier novels she’d read contained depictions of ménage, and she’d been aroused by the descriptions. In nearly all of them though, the encounter usually included anal penetration. Thinking about that aspect, Elf wasn’t sure if she would want to participate.
Before she could stop herself, Elf asked, “Have you ever?”
“Had a threesome?” His voice tickled her ear.
She nodded.
Dayton’s hands stroked her belly before moving upward to caress her ribs and tease the underside of her breasts. “Yes, when I was in college, one of my lovers invited Case’s older
brother, David, to join us.”
“Weren’t you upset?”
Dayton turned her in his arms and watched her face carefully as he explained. “It was a new experience for me. I was curious. I’d had two women pleasure me. I wanted to see how a woman would like to be handled by two men.
“Imagine it,” his sultry voice whispered, his eyes holding hers until nothing existed but them. “You’re lying in my bed, my mouth on your pussy while another man suckles your breasts. Our sole focus pleasuring you. Stroking your body with our hands. Our tongues.” He leaned in close. “Our cocks.”
Elf could feel her sex clench, the moisture soaking her panties. Unconsciously, she pressed her belly against him, craving the feel of his thick length, swollen and straining against his trousers.
“You like that.” He smiled. “Let’s see if you like the next step.” His hands caressed her back, settled on her ass and pulled her in close. “I let you ride him, this other man in our bed. He slides his hard cock into that sweet little candy box of yours. I watch, my hands squeezing your tits, tugging on your tight nipples. Then, I press you down…” His lips were warm against her ear, keeping their words private. Just for the two of them. “And open your pretty round ass.”
Elf’s breath caught. Her heart slammed against her breast. She made an attempt to pull out of his arms, but he held her fast.
Turning her to face the room again, Dayton pressed his arousal against the small of her back. Much as he’d stroked himself to orgasm this morning, using the crease separating her rounded cheeks, he reinforced his words with the feel of his body.
“Two men buried balls deep in both your holes. Our cocks wet and throbbing as we slide over you, in you, forcing you to feel every nerve quiver, every muscle twitch. Then, when you think you can’t take anymore, we increase our pace. We hammer our hips against yours, slamming you into an orgasm that makes all the others pale in comparison.”
She could imagine it, Elf realized. The heat generated by two large males sandwiching her between them, their cocks pushing her to the edge, then over. The muscles in her pussy clenched, her breasts swelled and her nipples, clamped by her chain of golden rings, throbbed, desperate for release.
“Unfortunately,” Dayton’s voice was wry and his head shook against hers. “I’m feeling very greedy, my Elf.”
One broad palm settled low on her belly, his fingertips tapping the sensitive flesh of her mound.
“I don’t want to share you. Not yet. Much as David and I enjoyed pleasuring women together,” he smiled when she turned a startled look over her shoulder at him. “I want to keep you all to myself this holiday season.”
Chapter Ten
Again on Sunday Elf entered her office to find Dayton waiting. The trip up to his apartment and into the bedroom was silent, save for the stroking of his hand over her back. His blue eyes glittered as the elevator door opened, and she raised her gaze to his.
“It’s very difficult to keep from stripping those jeans off and fucking you right here in the elevator, Elf.” Dayton’s hand dipped beneath the waistband of her jeans to slide over her naked bottom. “Knowing you’re naked and wanting me under these clothes.”
Elf gasped, her breasts swelled, and her pussy grew wet with the image his words elicited. The card she’d never gotten around to using the day before was tucked into the back pocket of her jeans again. On wobbly legs, she exited the private elevator and waited for him to lead her into his bedroom. On the bed rested a beautifully wrapped box.
As on Saturday, Dayton seated himself in the wingback chair while Elf stripped out of her clothes. She removed her chains and silver bracelets from her chest in the wardrobe. Before she closed the chest, Dayton spoke.
“Bring one of your ropes.”
Selecting one of the four foot lengths of silver cord, Elf moved to stand before him. Again he set the jewelry on the nightstand after fastening the cuffs to her wrists and coiling the restraint around his hand.
She eased onto the green silk comforter covering the massive bed. The box was carefully unwrapped under Dayton’s watchful gaze and when the lid was lifted, Elf paused. Vibrantly colored silk scarves filled the box beneath the familiar vellum note paper. Keeping the box on her lap, she lifted the missive and began reading:
My Elf,
I confess my imagination may have faltered a bit with this gift, reverting to sinful fantasy. Though the “Dance of the Seven Veils” doesn’t exist, I could not resist providing Seven Silken Veils for my Elf.
Though I, and my cock, would find pleasure in draping you in these seven scarves, then watch your body sway as you removed them, I must confess my true intent for this silk is to heighten your senses while rendering you blind to my actions.
Yours, most indulgently,
Santa
“We’ll use the gold one,” Dayton informed her as he rose from his seat to approach the bed.
Pulling out the colored scarf, she relinquished her gift box to him and waited while he covered it and set it aside on his chair. Returning to her, he took the silk from her hand and used it to stroke her skin.
“Feels good, huh?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
Over her breasts to the taut peaks crowning them, around her throat and against her belly, he caressed her flesh with the cloth.
“It reminds me of your skin. Soft, sleek,” he told her as he held the scarf just close enough to brush her nipples while he folded the fabric into an amber blindfold.
She watched him raise it until it was poised just in front of her eyes.
“Elf.” His voice was quiet, tight with arousal. “Do you trust me?”
She dipped her chin in a small nod, not sure if her voice would work.
“Do you remember our safe word?”
“Vi ‑‑” She paused to clear her throat. “Vixen.”
His smile made her heart clench. For a split second, she imagined she saw immense pride in his gaze as he smiled at her and nodded. He has to feel something besides lust, she told herself. Physical attraction didn’t make a man look as if he felt a sense of pride when the woman he was seducing acknowledged her trust in him.
“Close your eyes,” he whispered, easing the scarf over her eyes and securing it behind her head. He took care not to entangle any of her hair in the loose knot keeping the blindfold in place.
She felt the bed depress next to her as Dayton moved onto it. Elf braced her palms against the silk duvet as her torso swayed toward the dip Dayton’s weight created in the mattress. Against her back she could feel the coarse fabric of his jeans, making her realize he was standing behind her on the bed. Taking a moment, Elf allowed her other senses to make up for her missing sight.
Above her head she could hear something, like the whisper of fabric over metal. Concentrating hard, she realized it reminded her of the sounds made when Dayton had wrapped her ropes around the bedposts the day before. Though the posts were made of carved wood, the metal in the head- and footboards had come into contact with the silk cords, especially when she’d fought to free herself so she could touch Dayton as he made love to her.
“Okay, baby.” His voice startled her from her thoughts. Warm hands settled at her waist. “I’m going to help you. Keep you steady. Climb onto your knees.”
Feeling slightly awkward, Elf was able, with his help, to rise up on her knees on the mattress.
“Good. Now scoot back until I tell you to stop.”
She could feel the heat from his body hovering beside her even though his hands had slipped from her waist. Taking it slow, she inched backward toward what she thought was the center of the bed. In her mind’s eye she could visualize the simple wrought iron canopy frame, a rectangle with a large X in the center. She suspected her rope had been wound around the center crossbars.
“Stop. Lift your arms.”
Thinking he would connect the links before securing her to the clasps, Elf was surprised when he fastened each cuff to a clasp. She had to keep herself erect. Her arm
s were given just a little bit of play but not enough to allow her to sit more relaxed in the center of the bed.
“Is it too high?”
“I feel a bit stretched,” she offered.
His fingertips whispered over her breasts, “You’re supposed to.” His lips touched hers, caressing them before dipping his tongue inside to play with hers.
Pulling away, he chuckled against her throat. “Now we get to play a little game.”
“What kind of game?”
“Twenty strokes.”
She tilted her head in confusion. “I’ve never heard of it,” she told him as she felt the bed flex beneath the loss of his weight.
“Probably because I made it up.”
Being blind had heightened her other senses in just a few minutes. Things she may have never noticed before were now apparent to her. The whisper of fabric over flesh reached her ears. The sound of a door opening was followed by the rattle of glass and metal. Wondering about the game Dayton had mentioned, she asked, “How do you play it?”
“I stroke your body with an object and you have twenty strokes to figure out what the object is. If you figure out what it is before the last stroke I get to bring you to climax.”
“What if I don’t guess?”
“No orgasm. Until you figure out what an item is.”
She could smell his arousal. The subtle fragrance of male musk drifted to her, making her nipples peak. “May I ask questions?”
He seemed to debate her request as he shifted something nearby. “It has to be phrased so the answer is either yes or no.”
Elf nodded, “Okay.”
The bed depressed and her body swayed forward. Something warm rubbed her nipples. First the left peak.
“Stroke one,” Dayton whispered.
Then the right.
“Stroke two.”
It drifted over her belly to explore the rounded curve of her hip.
“Three.”
“May I guess?”
“Yes.”
“Your fingers.”
“No.” He chuckled.
The touch moved down her thigh. “Four. Use your senses, Elf.”
She tried. The distraction of the coarse item sliding over her flesh made it difficult to focus. If she listened carefully…