Violet shivered. Whoever he finally claimed as his sub was a lucky woman.
“Did Josh and Lucas ask for a fantasy scene?”
Joseph tsked as he contemplated the woods beyond the French doors, perhaps judging how much he should tell her. Finally, he shook his head. “They didn’t. It would seem their sole focus is fulfilling your fantasy. Interesting.” He tipped her chin so she’d look into his eyes. “Would you like to make a fantasy come true for them?”
Would reciprocating make it harder to leave, no strings attached, at the end of the weekend? Yes. “Yes.”
Her response, despite her hesitation, seemed to please him. “I have something in mind. On a scale of one to ten, with one being no trust and ten being absolute trust, how much trust do they inspire in you? Both of them. And be honest. There’s no wrong answer.”
He asked without telling her what kind of situation the trust was needed for. That made it hard to say. Josh could be so pushy, which probably indicated a dominant side, and Lucas was so playful she sometimes wondered if the twinkle in his eyes didn’t hide a slight sadistic bent. Neither of those possibilities was off-putting, but they were lingering questions. She wanted to give them credit but not be foolhardy.
“I’m talking about trusting them with safety precautions and having a safe word in place. You would give up control to them, but ultimately, the choice and the power are yours, Violet. You’re overthinking it.”
She knew what he was talking about. A power exchange. Was that what Josh and Lucas wanted? Wasn’t it another of her fantasies to try out some day?
“An eight, depending on how safe I feel and how public it is.” Should she have said nine? Was an eight giving them enough credit?
“Fair enough. I’ll see what I can arrange. For now,” he said as he opened the French doors for her. “What is your safe word?”
“Um…Rainbow?”
“Rainbow it is. I’ll show you to the path. From this moment forward, you may use that word to stop whatever is happening. I’ll let the others involved know what your safe word is.”
Others? That was an awfully ambiguous designation. “You mean Josh and Lucas?”
His nod and half-smile didn’t comfort her.
“Just remember, if you say ‘rainbow’ everything stops.”
Her self-consciousness had abated somewhat as they threaded their way through various groupings and scenes on the patio. Josh and Lucas were nowhere in sight, and their absence created an anxious stitch in her chest.
A happy groan with an odd, hollow note drew her attention, and she paused long enough to watch as a man sank down into a tub filled with…cooked macaroni? He was breathing through a snorkel, and she watched in amazement as he slowly slithered himself down into the midst of the pasta until it was over his head and the only way he could breathe was through the snorkel. Another snorkel moved around amongst the slippery noodles. She bit her lip to keep her mouth closed as two members of the wait-staff arrived with two large vats of—
She tugged on Joseph’s coat sleeve. “Is that cheese sauce?”
Joseph nodded to her as the workers slowly dumped the sauce over the pasta and the noodle-submerged occupants of the large tub. Pleased moans surfaced via the snorkels as they moved around, stirring the sauce in amongst all the noodles.
“Not all fantasies appear sexual, at least not on the surface,” Joseph said as a distinctly aroused whimper filled the air. “I’m told by my chef friend there that cooked the correct way, pasta is extremely silky and a sensual feast as well as a culinary one. I trust his opinion and his ability to know his own mind.”
Violet looked back and smiled, thinking it appropriate that a chef would appreciate the sensuality of the food he evidently loved preparing if he was willing to cavort with a companion in a vat of it.
He led the way to one end of the deck and guided her to a short set of stairs. “Bunches of white flowers, like the ones in your hair, will mark your path. Off you go, little nymph.”
“What do I—”
Joseph remained straight-faced as he nodded again at the path, his arms crossed over his broad chest. “You’ll know what to do when the time is right.”
The stairs led down to a stretch of soft Bermuda grass that narrowed into a rock-lined path leading to the woods beyond the mansion. The canvas pack bobbed on her shoulders. When she looked back, Joseph was no longer in sight.
Chapter Eight
Lucas frowned when he heard a scream and the sound of pounding feet on the turf. He and Josh looked at each other as they stood ready at the brushy, camouflaging curve in the path. She wouldn’t know they were there until she was right on top of them.
“Sure hope she’s not pissed,” Josh whispered as she drew near, four men hot on her bare heels.
“At least not at us,” Lucas said, swallowing his laughter as he peeked out and got a look at her pretty face, flushed with exertion and eyes wild with fear.
They braced themselves, and he and Josh stepped on the path as the rising Doppler effect of her shriek signaled her close proximity. In her agitated state, she didn’t recognize them, and her eyes rounded and her shriek transformed into a yelp as they caught her in their arms. She fought like a fish, and they nearly dropped her before she flung her hair from her face, gaped up at them, and then windmilled her legs trying to get footing as her pursuers caught up with them.
The four other men, all dressed in plaid and stocking caps for their brief part in the scene, grinned as they spotted them with their blonde nymph captured securely.
The lumberjack in the front elbowed the others, maintaining his character, and bellowed, “She’s ours. We spotted her first.” He firmed his bearded jaw, his eyes glittering challenge that Lucas nearly took for the real thing.
Had the man enjoyed the chase?
Maybe they should’ve been the ones to pursue her. They’d wanted her on edge, and Joseph had suggested strangers chasing her would accomplish that goal. The lumberjack shot him a wink and then flexed his forearms and fisted his hands, appearing ready to fight over her.
Violet’s gaze ping-ponged between them, and Lucas could practically hear the wheels turning in her head as she caught up to the game. A breath huffed from her as Josh bracketed her waist with his forearm, keeping her off her feet.
“Sorry, mates, but we snared this little nymph. She’s been teasing us for weeks, and we mean to exact punishment for her many misdeeds.”
Lucas muffled a snort when Violet gasped, turned her fierce gaze on his brother, and then fought harder to free herself, pumping her legs as if she already had traction on the soft Bermuda beneath her feet. He hadn’t wanted her to injure her feet, but Joseph had been right to keep her barefoot, as it meant she had to stay on the path leading to them, rather than veering into the prickly brush.
“No. She’s tormented us for weeks, and we mean to have her. She wanted us to catch her!” the other lumberjack insisted, reaching out to grab her.
Violet clutched at Josh’s forearm and shook her head. “I did not! I want you to go away! You’re chopping down my trees. This is my forest, and you must leave, you—you big oaf!”
Josh seemed impressed she’d managed all that before fighting him some more. He looked at the group of men in challenge and said, “We’ll fight you for her. Whoever is left standing gets to sample her charms.”
“My charms! Oh no you won’t! Release me, you—you barbarian, you monsters!” She bit her lip, obviously struggling for appropriate names to call them. She was a fast study.
Lucas nodded and then chuckled salaciously. “And the rest of you can watch as we fuck her, after we best you.”
Violet halted for a split second, obviously taking that little bit of information in, gold locks hanging around her shoulders in disarray, panting and flushed with exertion. He also noted the way she bit her lip and her hips rotated as if trying to appease arousal.
Josh lowered her feet to the grass to get a better hold on her. She struggled and broke fre
e. “Catch her!”
Lucas’s heart soared as her high-pitched laugh filled the forest and she ran down the path, but not before she turned back to frown at the strange lumberjacks, as if she was willing them to hit the road. Her eyes bugged when they all set out after her, and she nearly ran into an oak tree before correcting her course and disappearing around another curve in the path.
One of the other lumberjacks laughed and hollered, “Maybe the one who catches her fucks her first and gets to keep her to himself!”
They all gave chase as her strident voice echoed through the dense foliage. “Fuck yourself, you lumberjack dickweed!”
He didn’t even attempt to hold back his lusty laughter and sped off after her as she squealed in response.
They rounded another curve and began to gain on her and that lush body of hers when the first lumberjack caught up to them and muttered, “Damn, she’s somethin’. Hey, Lucas, would you consider sharing? I wouldn’t mind feeling those plump red lips sucking my—”
Lucas saw red, the chase-and-possess instinct going deeper than he’d expected, and he rammed his shoulder into the guy’s chest, and they tumbled off the path. They landed with him on top, and he pulled back to land a punch on the much bigger guy and barely stopped himself. He looked down the path and saw that the others were gaining on Josh.
His adversary chuckled and said, “Be a shame if she winds up with four randy guys giving her the full lumberjack fantasy experience instead of the two of you.” There was humor as well as challenge in his eyes.
Joseph wouldn’t have asked them to help if they hadn’t agreed to his parameters. Would he?
A toothy grin spread across the guy’s face. “I haven’t heard her shout ‘rainbow’ yet. I’ll bet her pussy is as sweet and ripe as a Fredericksburg peach in July. Better hurry because I love peaches, and we have every intention of giving her options.”
He heard Violet’s frightened squeak farther down the path. He had to get to her and Josh before this bullshit got worse. Disgusted with himself, he shoved the guy’s head back into the grassy undergrowth, leaped up, and sprinted to catch up.
* * * *
Grateful for the hours she spent fast-walking in her neighborhood to build her stamina, Violet ran on, growling under her breath. “I’m gonna kill them. No underwear? I’d like to see them try to run with unsupported double-D testicles. My poor girls,” she added as she cradled her bouncing breasts in one forearm while watching for tripping hazards. “And what the hell is in this pack? It weighs a ton!”
So far, the path had been clearly marked, as Joseph had told her it would be, but she was running out of steam. Judging by the panting and stomping behind her, she was moments away from being tackled if she didn’t find a reserve of energy and fast. She was also curious about the tussle she’d heard moments before. Had someone fallen? Were they fighting?
Looking behind her, she squealed, finding all the energy reserve she needed as one of the men from the other group reached out to her, inches away from snagging her by the hair.
A blur of white flashed into her peripheral vision, and suddenly, her arm felt as though it was being pulled from the socket. The world spun, and she tumbled end over end, landing in an ungraceful heap with the backpack still on her shoulders.
When she’d regained her breath, she looked up into six pairs of concerned eyes clustered around her in a circle.
Stranger Number One said, “She looks okay to me.”
Stranger Number Two cocked his head and looked her body over. “She doesn’t have wings. I though nymphs had wings.”
Oh, that’s right. This is fantasy. I’m a horny nymph about to get laid, but by two guys, not six! That’s not my fantasy. That’s a gang bang!
“Give her some air. Baby girl?” Her world turned right-side up as Josh and Lucas squatted down to stroke her arms.
“What happened?”
Lucas helped her sit up. “You were about to do a face plant into an oak tree, little nymph. I grabbed you, and we got our feet tangled when I tried to cushion your fall.” She noticed he had leaf debris in his hair and stuck to the fuzzy flannel of his shirt.
She stood on wobbly feet, and her gaze darted around the group and then at small clearing ringed by boughs of the white aromatic flowers. The flowers were the same as the ones she wore in her hair, or had been before the pretty little wreath was crushed underfoot by one of the extraneous lumberjacks.
Following her gaze, he grabbed up the wreath and patted the bedraggled petals. He gave her an apologetic grin as he held it out to her, and she had to struggle to stay mad. Mad. Oh, that’s right. I’m supposed to be an irate, horny nymph. I must’ve hit my head when I landed.
She scrunched up her nose and poked Josh in the chest. “You must leave. You—you tree-hurting, bad…people! Stop hurting my forest, or I will call down hordes of forest trolls and other…nasty things on you. Be gone!”
She jammed the mangled wreath on her head, as if she was the boss, and turned to hightail her fluffy ass outta there. As she fled, her shriek turned into a giggle. A chase-me, chase-me sort of giggle.
Damn it, I wish I had a bra!
* * * *
Josh snagged her by a strap on the rough backpack and reeled her back in against his chest.
She struggled as he slipped the pack from her shoulders and dropped it on the ground. He had to admit, at least to himself, the chase and capture had been more exciting than he’d expected. Now his captured quarry—no—their captured quarry fought against him, rubbing her gorgeous round ass against his groin, getting him hard.
“Let me go!” She stomped his work boot and howled. “Ow! Are you wearing steel toes or something? Let me go.” She glared at the other men and then looked up at him, uncertainty in her eyes. Now he understood Joseph’s purpose.
Lucas chuckled as he reached out and caressed her flushed cheek. “You’d better be still, little nymph. If you wiggle loose again, whoever catches you keeps you. And lumberjacks are out in the woods for weeks on end and can be a horny bunch. They’d fuck you until you couldn’t walk.” His caress moved down her throat to her cleavage, and he dipped into the stretchy neckline of the dress and lifted her breast out to stroke her beaded nipple.
She gasped and looked down and then back at the other men, as if she’d remembered she was practically nude. She ceased churning her legs, and he almost cringed when he heard her knees slam together.
The first lumberjack approached and grinned. “Share with us. We won’t harm her…at least not permanently. I want to put her over my lap and beat on her ass for stealing my pack with all my tools in it. Then I want to spank her ass some more just because it looked so cute bouncing as she ran earlier. It’d pinken nicely under my hand.” He put his fists on his hips and puffed out his chest.
Josh nodded, pretending to consider it. “I wouldn’t blame you. She hid my tools last week. You wouldn’t bruise her too badly?”
Violet gawked at him and then looked at Lucas. “You wouldn’t dare! You better not! I’ll never speak to you again—I mean—what the fuck do I mean? Y-you let him touch me and I’ll-I’ll burn down your stupid lumberjack cabins built from my trees, and then you’ll have to leave!”
Josh said, “After you set the forest you love so much on fire? I think not. Try again.”
Violet caught her breath as if she was about to speak and then thought better of it and clammed up. “You’ll be sorry.”
Lucas reached into her bodice, lifted the other breast from its transparent confines, and pinched the nipple, making her squeak. “Says the squirmy little nymph who finds herself captured. I think you’ll be sorrier if we let them have you…once we’re done with you. Brother, we’ve all been out here a long time. Maybe we should share with them.”
Violet gyrated in his hold, making his dick tingle ferociously. “No! No! No! Please! I’m sorry! I’ll show you where I’ve hidden all of your tools!” Her lip pooched out, but arousal dilated her eyes. “Only please don’t chop dow
n my forest. Don’t chop down my home-tree, pleeease?”
Lucas chuckled as he continued teasing her nipple, making her squeak. “Now that’s very convincing begging, little sprite. Did any of you note she didn’t say anything about not spanking or fucking her?” She also hadn’t used her safe word, he’d noticed.
“Please don’t give me to them. My sister nymphs have bad reputations as little bimbos, but that’s not me, I swear. Please?” She was breathing hard, and Josh was almost shocked by how much he enjoyed her begging as she wrapped her hands around his bicep and looked up at him, those whiskey-brown eyes of her pleading, her lush lips flushed and red.
She licked her lower lip, and he took her mouth, glorying in the way she gave in to him, her plush lips parting to the assault of his tongue. He heard a soft growl from one of the other men, tightened his arms around her, and rumbled back before sucking her lower lip and then tugging on it with his teeth. Her essence of flowers, mixed with the fragrance of vanilla and peaches, filled his head, and he wanted to carry her away and make love to her, but Lucas stood there wanting her just as much, and they had to finish the scene first.
How would she feel if the men hung around as they made love her on the rustic outdoor bed situated nearby? She had her safe word if she needed it.
She held on tight, her eyes still closed as he lifted his head. Adorable, with her lips still parted and wanting more kisses.
“Did she say sister nymphs?” one of the men asked.
She nodded, looking pleased with herself for thinking on her feet. “They’re visiting me today in this glen. They’d take one look at you and drop their panties…if they wore any, the little sluts.”
The men growled, and one shook his head. “You’re trying to get out of taking us all. I can see you’re slick already, probably hot, too. You know you want it.”
She trembled and bit her lip as she latched on to Lucas, who stood next to him, wrapping herself around them both like a kudzu vine. She looked up at Josh and whispered, “I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t let them touch me.”
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