“I went shopping for you the other day, and I think today is the perfect time to start your training,” he said and Drover placed a velvet box onto the bed.
“Training?” she asked, watching her men undress and raising her arms as Damon took off her sweater then unclipped her bra. He yanked down her pants and then removed his shirt. She was naked on the bed and all four men were staring at her with hunger in their eyes.
Damon reached over and opened the box. “Training begins right now, and you’ll learn fast how much of a disciplinarian I really am.”
A long chain of sparkling crystals with multiple other chains and things hung from his fingers. He showed her the tiny gold clamps that looked like accent pieces.
“You’ll be adorned with jewelry, and moaning and coming with every tug,” Drover added.
“What are those?”
Damon lowered down and licked and suckled her nipple on one side until it was hard and moist and she held eyes closed and she felt sensational then gasped at the pinch and then felt his fingers stroke into her cunt. Her mouth gaped open and all four men watched with pleasure.
“We’re just getting started, baby. Drover, the next one,” Damon said and Drover lowered down and licked and suckled her nipple until it was hard and erect and she felt the light tug on the other chain attached to the nipple and she moaned and then felt the pinch and then the fingers stroke into her pussy.
“Oh. My. God,” she moaned and Damon gave a soft smile. It shocked her. He never smiled. He was serious all the time, but compassionate and caring. She loved each of them for so many different reasons and wanted to explore all these crazy methods of controlling and arousing her body. She didn’t tell them, but she knew, no matter how hard they tried, that if the circumstances arose and one of them were in danger, she wouldn’t think twice about stepping into the line of fire and giving her life for one of her men. That’s how much she loved them and always would.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
People seem to be more interested in my name than where I get my ideas for my stories from. So I might as well share the story behind my name with all my readers.
My momma was born and raised in New Orleans. At the age of twenty, she met and fell in love with an Irishman named Patrick Riley Dwyer. Needless to say, the family was a bit taken aback by this as they hoped she would marry a family friend. It was a modern day arranged marriage kind of thing and my momma downright refused.
Being that my momma’s families were descendants of the original English speaking Southerners, they wanted the family blood line to stay pure. They were wealthy and my father’s family was poor.
Despite attempts by my grandpapa to make Patrick leave and destroy the love between them, my parents married. They recently celebrated their sixtieth wedding anniversary.
I am one of six children born to Patrick and Lynn Dwyer. I am a combination of both Irish and a true Southern belle. With a name like Dixie Lynn Dwyer it’s no wonder why people are curious about my name.
Just as my parents had a love story of their own, I grew up intrigued by the lifestyles of others. My imagination as well as my need to stray from the straight and narrow made me into the woman I am today.
Enjoy In the Line of Fire and allow your imagination to soar freely.
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