by Tara Rose
Summer could do nothing except moan constantly as he released the kiss and then trailed his tongue down her neck and between her breasts. He teased the sides, moving in tiny circles closer and closer to her nipples. If this was Wes, she was going to lock him in her apartment later and beg him to fuck for about a week straight. Where the hell had this come from?
The man moved away and then different hands continued to massage her breasts and play with her nipples. His touch was different, but no less skilled and arousing. Whoever was now between her legs sucked hard on her clit and slid two fingers into her soaking wet pussy.
She screamed as a second crazy orgasm rocked her body. The other man sucked one nipple then the other, and that only enhanced the contractions zinging through her body. When they both finally stopped, the blindfold and ropes were removed. Summer almost stumbled as she tried to step away from the cross, but Wes caught her.
“Do you need to use the bathroom?”
“Yes, Sir. I do.”
“Let me help you.” Wes held onto her as he walked her toward the bathrooms. Under any other circumstances, Summer would feel ridiculous walking to the john in only her boots, but right now she didn’t give a shit. Wes waited for her, and when she came out he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. “Thank you for this, Summer. Thank you so much.”
She shivered as she tasted her own pussy juices. “Thank you, Wes. For all of this.”
Fresh waves of desire coursed through her body. When they reached Dalton again, he had moved a wooden chair further into the corner and motioned them over. Summer started to get on her knees, but Dalton pointed toward the chair. “It’s okay this time. You must be a bit dizzy still. Thank you for this, Summer.”
“Thank you, Dalton. This is what I wanted.”
“And it’s not quite over. Have a seat.” She did as he asked, then he lifted her head with one finger tucked under her chin. “Is it all right if we tie you up again?”
They hadn’t told her exactly what they wanted, but considering they’d both just given her oral sex, she assumed they wanted her to give them both blow jobs. She’d never done that while restrained, but it might be a lot of fun. “Sir, if I…um…if I need to safeword, how will you know?”
Wes grinned, and the lust shining out of his eyes forced a soft moan from her lips. Dalton nodded. “Good question, Summer. Wes, there’s a red tennis ball in my bag. Will you get it please?”
He did, and then Dalton handed the ball to her. “Hold this in your right hand. If you need to safeword, drop it. We’ll see it that way.”
“Yes, Sir.”
They fastened rope around her wrists and her boots at the ankles, and then tied it behind the chair. Summer sneaked a glance around the rest of the room. They were tucked back into a dark corner and no one was around, plus both men now stood in front of her. No one would really be able to see anything, even if they glanced toward the trio.
“Do you want the blindfold back on?” asked Wes. “Would that help you feel less exposed?”
She shook her head. “No, Sir. I think that might freak me out at this point.”
“You did agree to this, Summer,” said Dalton.
“Yes, Sir. I know I did.” She gave him what she hoped was her sexiest look, and was rewarded with fresh desire filling his eyes. She squeezed the tennis ball, hoping they would indeed see it if she had to drop it.
Both men unfastened their pants, and Summer couldn’t help but moan at the sight of their cocks. Big, thick, red, and slick with pre-cum, they pointed straight toward her. It was the ultimate fantasy come true. She only wished they were going inside her pussy instead, but maybe that would happen one day?
Dalton teased her lips with the head of his dick. “Don’t open your mouth until I tell you to.”
Summer found that extremely difficult because she was so turned on right now that she wanted to gobble them both up. When Dalton moved aside and Wes did the same thing, she squeezed the tennis ball tighter and groaned against closed lips.
“I think she likes this, Wes.”
“Summer, you’re the sexiest woman I have ever met.”
She stared into Wes’s beautiful eyes, touched by the admiration in his voice and in his expression. How was it possible that their innocent, almost naïve dates had progressed to this? And why was she questioning it?
“Now you may open your mouth,” said Wes.
Summer did so, grateful that Dalton had allowed Wes to do this first. He slid his cock inside, but not too far, and Summer wished she could tell him to just go for it. She loved the salty, musky taste of him. She wrapped her lips around the head, intending to move her mouth over it, but Wes placed both hands on her head and that stopped her. She looked into his eyes.
“Let me set the pace. You just keep a tight seal, and when I come, swallow it.”
Summer moaned again, and her entire body suddenly felt like it was made of Jell-O. Where had he been hiding this dominance? It was so damn sexy, and made her want to do anything he told her to do. Anything at all. She relaxed her throat muscles as he pushed further inside and fucked her mouth roughly.
She didn’t mind. It felt incredible because of the way he held her head, firm but not painful, and because it was Wes. Sexy, handsome Wes, who had apparently been keeping a kinky, authoritative side under wraps. It didn’t take long for him to come, and when he did, Summer struggled to swallow every tasty drop.
He pulled out and kissed her, right on the lips, tongue and all. There was no way he wasn’t getting some of his own cum in his mouth right now, and that was so damn hot that she moaned yet again. “Thank you,” he whispered.
“My pleasure, Sir.”
Wes stepped aside and Dalton moved in front of her. He placed his hands on her head the way Wes had done, and gazed into her eyes. “We’re so proud of you, Summer.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Now open your mouth and give me the same thing you just gave Wes.”
She did, and he fucked her mouth rougher than Wes had done, but Summer loved it just the same. When he came, she swallowed his cum, and then he kissed her as well. His lips and tongue moved over hers with expert precision, and by the time he was done, another climax had begun to build.
Dalton grinned down at her, and then they untied her. He helped her put her skirt and top back on, and then they led her to one of the alcoves and took turns holding her and stroking her hair and back. Summer melted into their embraces, amazed that this evening had turned out the way it had.
How could she have lived here all this time, and grown up with both these men, and yet never have seen this sexiness or aura of control in them? She’d been working at Notus for a long time, and had said good morning to Wes countless times. As for Dalton, she’d probably passed him on the streets downtown at least once a week, and of course she’d known him her entire life. How had she missed all this?
Summer had no idea what would happen the rest of this evening, or when morning came, but she knew that whatever it was, her life would never, ever be the same again.
Chapter Eight
Summer took a walk early Saturday morning to clear the cobwebs from her head, and also because every spot on her body ached. Unless she got up and moved now, she wouldn’t be walking later.
She made her way slowly down Douglas Fir Lane, inhaling the heavy scent of the sunflowers and fireweed planted in nearly every front yard she passed. She loved this time of year, when the flowers were still in bloom but the cool nights promised snow in the mountains soon. Autumn had always been her favorite season, despite her name. Even though it was technically still summer, the day held the promise of falling leaves yet to come, pumpkins, and Halloween.
Dalton had causally mentioned last night, just before all three left Indulgence, that they held a huge costumed Halloween party every year. Summer couldn't wait for that. Would she be attending as a sub to both Dalton and Wes? Was this real? She sincerely hoped so. It was as if every fantasy she’d ever had had happen
ed last night, with a few extra twists she hadn’t even considered thrown in just for fun.
Glancing up at the twin mountain peaks, she smiled as she recalled the wax scene of Sleepy Cat Peak that Ian and Nash had made on Angela’s body last night. And that, of course, reminded her once again of what she’d done inside that same club with Wes and Dalton. Summer hugged herself as a shiver coursed through her body, even though the morning air was humid and almost warm. The trembling in her body had nothing to do with the outside temperature.
Wes had driven her home last night, but Dalton had come along for the ride. Both men had kissed her gently on the lips, leaving her to sleep alone, after exchanging cell phone numbers and planning to go bowling later this afternoon. She’d been ready to invite them both in to stay the night, but hadn’t been sure it was the right thing to do, especially after Dalton had said it was important they get to know each other better outside the club. She agreed with him, but it had taken her a long time to fall asleep despite her mental and physical exhaustion.
Summer passed Shady Pines Assisted Living Facility, stopping briefly to stare at the one-story brick building. What would Gran say if she told her about the club? No. She couldn’t do that. This was something she needed to hold in her heart and keep to herself, at least for now, until she figured out what she was doing and where this was going. She was looking forward to going on a real date with both men later, although she’d been surprised when Dalton had suggested bowling. She hadn’t seen him as someone who would enjoy that.
Wes had made a sound that was suspiciously close to laughter, and proceeded to tell Dalton that he would wipe up the floor with him in a bowling alley. It was then that Summer learned the two had briefly been on the high school bowling team together until Dalton’s family responsibilities had forced him to give it up. She’d apparently missed more in high school than their short-lived rivalry over Brittani Featherstone.
As Summer made her way toward Juniper Street, an unexpected wave of loneliness washed over her, surprising her with its intensity and suddenness. High school for her hadn’t been filled with bowling-team buddies, but it certainly had been filled with family responsibilities after Gran’s fall. She’d never been the same after breaking her femur, and things had gone downhill for her since then.
Summer took a deep breath and kept walking. She had no reason to feel so alone. She still had family, she had friends here in town, and now two sexy men who wanted to be her Doms. Summer wasn’t entirely sure yet what that meant, but when she’d voiced that concern last night as the three discussed what to do together today, Dalton had assured her that he’d answer any questions she or Wes had, and that they would figure this out together. His words had sounded so esoteric, and Summer preferred more concrete answers, but she’d been too overwhelmed last night to push the issue with him.
She shook her head to clear her thoughts. She was being silly. Everything was fine. How could it not be? She’d just had the most erotic, thrilling night of her entire life, and had somehow ended up with two guys vying for her attention and affections. What reason had she to feel anything other than joy on this gorgeous morning?
Summer inhaled the fragrance of Rocky Mountain Columbines, planted all along Juniper Street, and the pine trees. She’d grown up with these smells, but this morning they seemed more potent, as if overnight every one of her senses had been enhanced with super powers. Even the gentle breeze blowing down from the mountains seemed to tickle her face as it had never done before. She could almost see the drops of moisture in the air this morning. If this was what oral sex and impact play did for her, she’d take some of that every night, thank you.
The sound of laughter and a tinkling bell pulled her out of her reverie. She glanced up as two women came out of Sassy Brassy, the fetish shop. Why not? Summer walked inside, grinning at the scent of leather. An image of Dalton, dressed in leather last night, rose in her mind, and she wondered if Wes would wear leather the next time. She’d love to see him leather pants and maybe a tight camo T-shirt, to show off his arm muscles. She hadn’t seen them yet, but she knew he had to have some impressive ones to be able to flog her the way he had done so last night.
“Morning, Summer. How are you? I haven’t seen you in here for a while.”
Summer smiled at Briana Salmon, known to all as Brassy. “I haven’t had a reason to be here in a while.”
“Oh? Something you want to tell me?”
“Not yet.” Summer wasn’t going to say anything until Wes and Dalton said she could. She had no idea what was expected, but she wasn’t taking any chances on ruining this before it even started.
“Oh, you big tease. Come on. No one has given me any good gossip for weeks.”
Summer laughed. “Brassy, I promise you that as soon as I can say something, I will.”
Brassy waved a hand toward Summer as more customers came into the shop, but the gleam of humor in her pretty dark eyes told Summer that Brassy wasn’t really upset with her. She wandered over to the club wear and began to look at corsets, wishing she could actually afford one of them.
When she caught snatches of conversation from a familiar voice, Summer walked over to the vibrator display and tapped Rowena Whitney on the shoulder. “Hey, girl.”
Rowena whirled around and gave Summer a hug. “I haven’t seen you in a while. Don’t they let you out of that building on Sleepy Peak Place every day?”
That was the street where Notus was located, and was in fact the only business for half a mile on it. The property covered two city blocks. “Only when I’ve been good. Are you buying a new toy?”
“Rowena is trying to talk me into buying a Hitachi Magic Wand.” Denise Thompson, former classmate of Rowena and Summer’s, fingered the package gently, as though it might burn her skin if she touched it.
Summer bit back a laugh as memories from last night’s adventure with that very product raced through her mind. “Ah, it’s pretty damn good. Rowena gave me one for my birthday last year.”
Rowena grinned. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it. Care to share some details with Denise about why you like it so much?”
Summer’s gaze roamed over Rowena’s hair and face. Every time she saw her, she got prettier. Carma Mandanici, another classmate of theirs, and Rowena’s best friend, did Rowena’s hair at Expressions Salon, across the street. The two were forever experimenting with new colors, and this month Rowena’s hair was the color of fresh cinnamon. “Do you honestly want me to share my masturbation fantasies with you both?”
Denise blushed and averted her gaze. Summer had always liked Denise. She was married to Bobby, one of the men who worked for Rowena’s husband, Van, on his crew. Van had a thriving restoration business in Passion Peak, and now employed many of his former high school football teammates.
“No, because Denise probably doesn’t need fantasies or vibrators,” said Rowena. “Bobby keeps her too busy.”
Summer had to laugh along with Rowena this time. Denise had three kids and was about to pop another one out any day now.
“Just because I’m pregnant like all the time doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy a good orgasm from a battery-operated toy.”
Rowena picked up the package. “This little beauty plugs in. No batteries dying on you at the worst possible moment.”
“That’s for sure,” said Summer. She immediately clamped a hand over her mouth. Why the hell had she said that? Rowena narrowed her eyes and even Denise looked skeptical.
“Okay, Andrews. Spill it. I’ve never seen you look embarrassed about anything, and you have an odd glint in your eyes this morning. Something is different.”
Summer looked away from Rowena’s knowing green eyes. She wouldn’t be at all surprised to find out that everything she’d done last night showed all over her face and in her body language. How could it not?
“Who is it?” asked Denise. “Who is she doing?”
“I’ll bet I know who it is,” said Rowena.
Something in her tone snapped Sum
mer’s gaze back to Rowena’s face, but Rowena’s attention had been diverted by a man walking past them toward the alcove where Brassy kept the DVDs and Blu-rays. She watched him, and Summer became alarmed at the sudden change in not only Rowena’s expression, but in the way she planted her feet.
“What is it?” asked Summer softly. “Who is that man?”
“Trace Coleman.”
“Really?” asked Denise. “The fake ghost hunter?”
Rowena shot Denise a sharp look and then motioned for both women to follow her. They walked into one of the tiny dressing rooms near the front of the store and Rowena closed the door. “He was in town three years ago when I first started remodeling my house.”
Rowena and Van owned a restored Queen Anne Victorian on Arapaho Lane that Rowena had inherited from her great aunt Lunette, whom everyone had called Aunt Loony. Van’s company had restored the home, and he and Rowena had fallen in love during the process. “He kept trying to get in and investigate for ghosts.”
Denise laughed. “It was ridiculous, Summer. You should have seen it. Van threw him off the property more than once.”
“So, what’s he doing back?”
“I don’t know,” said Rowena, “but Nash Stonecraft said he’s been trying to get into his house, and Mateo Alvarado said he approached Blaine Peterson about trying to convince Mateo to let him inside his house, too.”
Summer frowned. Blaine and Mateo were Carma’s Doms, and they all now lived together in the main house at Mystic Ridge Enterprises, a thriving sheep business that Mateo co-owned with his brother. “Looks like he’s targeting some pretty expensive properties.”
“Historic is more like it,” said Rowena. “Aunt Loony’s house was built in the nineteen twenties.” Rowena opened her cell phone. “I’m calling Tommy.” Tommy Farley was a Passion Peak detective who wasn’t above giving every resident his cell phone number so that they could call him at any time. He was also a Dom at Indulgence, and Summer had once overheard Nash say that he didn’t think Tommy ever slept.