He’d picked her up on a whim and taken her to lunch earlier that day. Fucked her in that pinstriped skirt she loved to wear that cupped her ass like one of her lovers. Enchanting as fuck. Then he’d told her about a date he’d set up for the following weekend. Something kinky. Something delicious. She’d come on his cock so hard he’d had to cover her mouth to keep her quiet.
They had been in the restaurant bathroom when it had happened.
Michael made a mental note to carry a gag with him in the car. He never knew when the mood would strike him.
Them.
No one said having a hot wife would be easy. Michael smiled. Yet, it was worth every delicious bump in the road. He and Tabitha had never been closer, more secure in their love for each other, their commitment to their marriage and the freedom their sex life afforded them.
Glancing around, Michael was about to give up when he spotted Wes perched on a barstool, nursing a beer.
It didn’t take him half a minute to weave around the rest of the tables between him and the bar. “Dude, what the fuck?” He clapped Wes on the back as he sat down. “Haven’t seen you for weeks and then out of the blue you call and say you need to meet. And here of all places.” He glanced around again. “It’s not exactly the kind of place I expected to find you in.” Wes never looked over at him. Not once. He continued to stare at his reflection in the mirror behind the bar. And his hair was a bit disheveled. “Wait. You’re not even wearing a tie. What’s going on? Did hell freeze over while you were away and I missed the memo?”
Wes took a drink of his beer and polished it off. That was on top of the two other beer bottles sitting in front of him which he must have already downed.
Thankfully the bartender walked up at that moment. “Whatcha havin’?”
Michael eyed Wes again, who still hadn’t spoken, and faced the guy behind the bar. “Same as him. Go ahead and bring him another, too. Think he needs it.”
The guy nodded, none too ruffled, snagged Wes’ empties then walked to the cooler.
“Sorry I didn’t call.” Wes pushed the words out and he sounded tired.
“We were getting worried about you. Wondered if we were going to have to call the cops for a wellness check to make sure you didn’t croak in that high rise you call a condo.”
Wes lifted his lips in a feeble attempt at a smile but his mouth quickly resumed its grim line.
The bartender returned with two beers and popped the tops on them before he walked away to wait on somebody else.
Wes didn’t hesitate. He pounded his beer as if it was the elixir of life and he needed it to survive.
“I didn’t think you really drank. And especially not beer.” Michael took a drink and set it back on the worn wood in front of him. “Take up competitive drinking while you were…” Michael blinked, then blinked again.
The neon signs above the bar glinted off something on Wes’ hand. Something new. Something—
“Holy shit, Wes. Is that a wedding ring?” Yes, he barked it out a little too loudly. No, he couldn’t have reined it in any more than he did. “A real wedding ring? What the fuck happened in the last few weeks?”
“I got married.”
Michael’s brain was not helping him out. Not at all. It just kept coughing up what the fuck, which wasn’t going to get him anywhere. He took a deep breath, another swallow of beer and tried again. “To who?”
“A mousy girl named Macey. Who was a virgin on our wedding night.” He picked up his latest glass bottle and saluted.
“Why?”
“Why was she a virgin?” Wes looked at him sideways.
“No. Why did you get married?”
“To claim my inheritance, I had to get married. And to claim my inheritance, I had to marry her.”
“That’s…” Michael took a second to weigh his words. “Fucked up.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Wait. You haven’t responded to any of my texts about fucking Tabitha. Are you off the playing field now? Jesus. Have you talked to…your wife about any of this? Had a discussion about hot wives and you being a third or anything?”
“Not. A. Word,” Wes enunciated each syllable with a shake of his head.
“This Macey woman, does she know you’re kinky? Does she have any idea about your allergic reaction to monogamy? Or even the concept of being a hot wife? Holy fuck.”
Shooting him a glance with his upper lip curled, Wes lifted the glass bottle to his lips again and took a big pull.
“Oh. Shit.” Wes wouldn’t make it. He’d explode. Just watching him with Tabitha, Michael had known the guy had some demons. He’d never unintentionally hurt anyone, much less a woman in his care. But his dominant side wasn’t something he could just turn off. Probably ever. “What are you going to do?”
Wes downed the rest of the bitter liquid in his bottle and slammed it on the wood with a bit more force than necessary. Torment shone through his eyes as he locked his gaze on Michael. “Nothing. I’m so fucked.”
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The Auction
Rose C. Carole
Excerpt
Chapter One
Jenna stood looking at the scraps of fabric that were supposed to be her outfit for the evening and sighed. There was no way around it. David had been so excited when he’d spied the outfit on a mannequin in the flea market. But the mannequin had represented a size six, so when the elaborate scarves with the metal bells—which were supposed to go around the waist of a belly dancer so they jangled when she danced—had been draped around the figure like a bikini, one for the top and one for the bottom, it had looked beautiful. But Jenna wasn’t a size six—she was more like a sixteen. At least she had been able to convince David that she needed two scarves for each piece.
Jenna tied the first two scarves together and wrapped them around her waist. The front wasn’t too bad. Thankfully it came to the tops of her thighs and covered her completely. But the back allowed her ass cheeks to peek from below, and there was no way David was going to allow her panties, so she was going to be flaunting her backside. Oh well, of all her features to be exposed, she was more comfortable with that one.
The top was a bit tricky. Her ample breasts were hard to contain when she pulled the scarves from around her back up over her breasts and tied them like a halter top. This was not like a bra, holding her in securely. She would have to be careful that the top stayed in place or she would slip out for all to see. Ugh!
She wasn’t happy about this whole auction thing, anyway. It was common practice in BDSM dungeons to auction people off for play. It was a way for people to get to know one another in a fun environment, and the auctions always had a great turnout. But Jenna had never participated other than as a spectator, not wanting to put herself up there with all those cute young things who looked so tempting. It would be too embarrassing when no one bid on her. She was the type who was much better when you got to know her. It was how she’d gotten involved with David. They’d met at a munch, then for coffee a few times, and finally they’d played in the club.
Now David, who had collared her a year ago, was going to put her up for auction. She had tried to talk him out of it, but he was proud of her and wanted to show her off. He was the auctioneer so he had control over the situation. He would also be sure to supervise any play that happened after the auction—in fact, he planned to participate—and he would be careful to restrict what kind of play they would engage in. It would all be delineated on her auction application form. Despite her reluctance, he was her Dom, and as long as she wasn’t in danger of getting hurt or going against her hard limits, she would do what he wanted. Truth be told, she was torn between excitement and dread.
She removed the outfit, put it in her bag and donned her street clothes for the trip to the club. The fantasy rooms that were usually closed to the members of the Lair because they were used by paid, professional Dommes were being opened for the evening. She had only seen them once before
. There was a schoolroom, a medical office, a dungeon-like room with stone walls, an interrogation room and a Victorian bedroom. The biggest room was a harem room, and the auction was going to take place there.
David was waiting for her downstairs, holding his own bag with his toys and his outfit, except for his leather kilt, which was on a hanger and draped over his shoulder.
“Ready?” he asked, his voice full of anticipation.
“I guess so. I wish you would at least rethink my outfit. I feel so much better in a corset. And most of the other women will be wearing one, as well.”
David sidled up to her, pressing his body against hers and kissing her softly on the cheek.
“I don’t care what others are wearing. I love you in that outfit. You look so hot.”
Jenna rolled her eyes at him. She could afford the disrespectful gesture since David’s hands were full and he couldn’t swat her ass. But she moved away from him anyway after she did it. She could never quite predict how he would react. He kept her on her toes, which made their relationship very intoxicating, even two years in. David just raised his eyebrows at her, which she knew meant, You’ll pay for that later.
“C’mon. I don’t want to be late. I have to go through all the applications for the auction and make sure I’m familiar with each person when it’s their turn.”
He led her out of the house. It was time to face the music.
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About the Author
Jennifer Kacey is a writer, mother, and business owner living with her miniman in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. She’s the Amazon top seller and award winning author of the Elite Warriors, Members Only, Fantasies A-Z, and the Surrender Series along with quite a few standalone novels and novellas.
Everything she writes is a little bit dark and a whole lotta naughty! She pushes the boundaries in each of her books and hopes her characters stay with you long after the last page of each story is read.
The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.
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