by BJ Wane
Cassie’s eyes flew open to see Jack sitting on the chair opposite them, his erection a blatant bulge in his slacks, his dark eyes warm and caressing as he looked at her bent, splayed legs and Marc’s hand between them. With her skirt pulled to her waist and her top lowered, she lay bared and exposed.
Marc tightened his arm around her when she attempted to cover herself. “Stay still.”
His deep voice and the implacable look on his face had her obeying without thought. Then he smiled, the approval lighting his eyes forcing her to bite her lip to keep from blurting out she loved him.
“Good girl. Let me show Jack how pretty you look as you come apart, begging for more, darlin’.”
He took her mouth in a hard kiss, finger fucking her with deep, hard strokes. This time when he pressed his thumb on her clit, he didn’t let up on the pressure. His mouth left hers and returned to her breasts, the arm behind her back holding her up to him. She had no defense from the ruthless, dual stimulation, her orgasm bursting with a kaleidoscope of colors, her hips grinding against his hand as he pumped into her with furious strokes. Her body shook as sensation after sensation swamped her, leaving her shaken and limp on his lap, uncaring she still lay sprawled in lewd display. She relished his softer strokes now, the soothing caresses meant to calm her rioting emotions.
As she tried to calm her labored breathing, he whispered in her ear, “Cassie, have you ever fantasized about having two men?”
“What?” Still reeling from her explosive climax, she grappled a moment to grasp his words.
“Just think, darlin’. Four hands, two lips, two cocks, all working to please you.”
Cassie jerked away from him, shaking as if doused in cold water, shock and betrayal leaving her shattered. “You want to share me? With him?” She glanced at Jack and saw the truth in his face.
“I want to please you, we both do. I promise…”
Jumping off his lap, she wasted no time straightening her clothes, her throat clogged with shame, shame she hadn’t felt the past few nights until this moment. Casting a frantic look around, she spotted her thong at the end of the sofa and snatched it up. Marc had risen and now tried to take her arm. Jerking back, she cried out in a voice hoarse with pain and accusation, “Don’t touch me! I thought… I thought…” Tears choked her as she looked at him and saw not the man she thought she loved but the one who cared so little for her he would not only allow but abet another man touching her, fucking her. “I thought you cared.”
“I do, damn it. Cassie, wait. Let’s talk, don’t run off…”
“I don’t want to talk. Coming here was a mistake, one I won’t make again. Men like you want more, expect more, than I’m willing to give.”
“Wait,” he barked in his dom’s voice, the one that brooked no argument and demanded instant obedience. The one that, until this moment, sent ripples of pleasure down her spine.
“Cherry. There, I said my safeword and we’re through, I’m through.” Turning, she fled through the club with blinding tears, her heart breaking, and she never looked back.
Cassie could recall that night with a clearer head now, maybe because she wasn’t blinded by infatuation and deeply ingrained moral convictions. Maturity forced her to be honest with herself, first regarding her stagnant relationship with Rick, and second with what she really wanted when it came to sex and a relationship. Those few nights with Master Greg confirmed she got off on domination; his betrayal had shown Marc’s actions in a whole new light and her reunion with Marc confirmed it was him and only him she wanted to submit body and soul to. It took her awhile, months in fact, to admit one reason she climaxed so hard that night under his hand was because of Jack’s presence. She remembered thinking it a big turn-on that he got hard watching her, that he was fantasizing about fucking her, that he might want her. But the shock of Marc’s plan had obliterated everything but the sense of betrayal. Watching Morgan with two men, the way they catered to her, their every touch designed to heighten her pleasure, had been an aphrodisiac in itself. And seeing the possessive way Jack looked at Morgan afterward and since had her aching for the same look from Marc.
The door chiming claimed her attention and with a start she realized it was almost closing time. She put away the last few items and went out to greet Marc with less frustration than when he dropped her off. If Michelle was right and his overprotectiveness stemmed from his growing feelings for her, she would try to be more patient.
Chapter Nine
It pleased Marc when Cassie became more acceptable of his protection, but he wouldn’t have minded using her rubber spatula on her again if she hadn’t. When he picked her up earlier, she didn’t start in on how ridiculous it was for him to make two trips to town each day even after another threatening note arrived. When it concerned her safety, he wasn’t willing to take any chances. The thought of someone hurting her made him see red, and there would be no stopping him from seeking justice if it came to that.
A decision would have to be made soon concerning their relationship. Right now they were together because of circumstances. If he were honest with himself, he would admit he had been losing the battle to stay away from her when Scott contacted him about the first note she received. He also knew no one could coerce him into doing anything he didn’t want to do, including having sex, no matter how much he wanted it. Cassie, he knew, thought she was only in his bed because she refused to come stay at the lodge any other way. He let her think that, not yet ready to admit to her how much he still wanted her, how her bravery and determination to seek him out again had torn down all his defenses. The fear she would disappear from his life a second time still plagued him, making it difficult for him to ease her mind just yet or lower his guard all the way. But he was getting closer to accepting her back into his life, of putting the past behind him.
“Everything ready?” Jack asked, pulling Marc out of his thoughts.
Looking around the club room, he nodded his head. “Yeah. Only about ten of the group checked in today. You said about twelve more will be here for the weekend?”
“Yes, they’re all checking in after three on Friday.” Turning to head back upstairs, Jack asked, “Do you plan to scene with Cassie tonight?”
“She’s had enough experience to know what to expect, so yes. It still irks me she sought another dom before coming here, but I can understand why she did it.”
“You’re not worried about rushing her?”
Jack knew him well and Marc had confided in him about his remorse over moving too fast with Cassie the last time, how the way she freaked out and the betrayed look in her blue eyes preyed on him.
“A little, but this time is different. She’s older, more experienced, and nothing we do or she sees will be a surprise. This time she’ll have no excuse to bolt, at least not out of fear of betrayal.”
“So, you have no plans to share her?”
There was no way he could suppress the need to see her pleasured by two men. She was so sexy and so open with her sexuality now that just thinking of the ways he and another man could bring her pleasure made him hard. “I didn’t say that, but this time she’ll at least have a forewarning.”
As they entered their loft they heard giggling coming from the kitchen where the girls were finishing the dinner dishes. “They get on well,” Jack murmured, pleased Morgan had found a close friend.
“And they’ll keep us on our toes if the hot tub incident is anything to go by,” Marc returned with dry humor.
“That pleases you as much as it does me.”
Cassie squealed in surprise when Marc’s arms circled her from behind, startling her. “Sorry, darlin’. I thought you heard me come in.”
She could tell from his tone he wasn’t sorry at all. She and Morgan had been joking around and she hadn’t noticed their return.
“Let me go, you big oaf.” She smiled at him over her shoulder. “If you want me to join you downstairs I need to finish these dishes and take a shower.” He made a show of sniffi
ng her neck, making her laugh.
“Mmm, you smell good, like sugar and cinnamon.”
“Exactly. I smell like a bakery and sweat,” she returned, wrinkling her nose.
“You smell sweet and I happen to like sweet, but I’ll let you go for now since I want nothing to ruin my plans for you tonight.”
“You’re not going to tell me anything, are you?”
“No, but trust me, you’ll enjoy yourself.”
Turning in his arms, she looped her soapy hands around his neck. “I do, Marc. Trust you, that is. I want you to know that. I’m not that naïve newbie anymore who didn’t know a good thing when I had it.”
Marc kissed her, wanting to believe her. “Finish your chores, girl, then meet me downstairs. I have to get back down there to greet our guests. I put one of my shirts on the bed. Wear that and nothing else.”
She watched him leave, well aware he hadn’t responded to her statement.
“I wore nothing but Jack’s shirt the first week I was here. Why does wearing a guy’s shirt feel more intimate, sexier than a sheer nightie he gave you?”
From Morgan’s sympathetic look, Cassie knew she hadn’t concealed her worry over his lack of a response. “Maybe because the last place it had been was next to their skin, the same place we want to be.”
“I hadn’t thought of that, but I think you’re onto something there. Let’s go get ready and see what our guys have planned for us tonight.”
* * *
An hour later, she followed Morgan downstairs, the tantalizing brush of Marc’s silk shirt against her nipples and bare butt heightening her already overwrought senses. It smelled like him, masculine and warm, and made her feel closer to him. The loud beat of classic rock didn’t disguise the sounds of play already in progress when they reached the door to the clubroom. She relaxed when she saw just a small group gathered for tonight. The fewer people, the less distraction for her and the more she could concentrate on pleasing Marc. She remembered him telling her the first night she met him she would know she was truly submissive when she derived her deepest desire from pleasing him. She knew now what he meant.
“Do you know everyone?” she asked Morgan as they made their way to the bar where Jack waved them over.
“I recognize most of them, but I’m awful with names. It’s easier to just smile and say ‘How are you?’”
Cassie moved to hop on a barstool when hard hands grabbed her waist and boosted her up. “There you go, darlin’,” Marc said, leaning a muscled arm on the bar, a small smile tugging at his lips.
Dressed in tight jeans and body-sculpting black tee shirt with the lodge’s logo in the corner, he looked at her out of assessing green eyes.
“You look good in my shirt.”
He caressed her bare thigh where the shirt had ridden up and Cassie had trouble keeping from spreading her legs open in invitation as her core moistened. Talk about easy and eager, she thought with a rueful sigh. “Thank you, Master Marc.”
“I like how easily my title now falls from those pretty lips.” As he grasped her hair, a thrill shot up her spine when he held her still for a deep, wet kiss that set her body to quivering with anticipation. “And I like how those lips feel under mine.”
“Cassie, what can I get you?” Jack interrupted, grinning at her dazed expression. “Shit, Marc. All you did was kiss her. I can’t wait to see her face after you’ve had her over the spanking bench for a while.”
The shocked arousal filling her blue eyes drew a chuckle from both men. “Bring her a rum and Coke, Jack, and make it strong. She will need it.”
Fifteen minutes later, he had the shirt gaping open and the strong drink had kicked in, loosening her body and warming her from the inside. Or maybe she should attribute the pleasant feeling to how Marc’s hands were all over her bared breasts. Turning on the stool to face him, she shivered from the hard pinch and taut pull of both nipples.
“You like that little bite of pain, don’t you?”
He didn’t lift his eyes from her nipples, alternating between rolling them between his fingers and pinching. By the time he released them, the throbbing nubs were cherry red.
“Yes,” she breathed, ignoring the couple standing next to them visiting with Jack and Morgan.
“Your breasts are so pretty, so soft as they fill my hands. Except here.”
Opening his fingers, he rubbed his palms against her sensitive nubs in a circular motion. Pushing against him, she bit her lip to keep from begging for more. He was the only one who could arouse her so fast, and to such a depth she ceased to think of anything except the pleasure they could give each other. When he slowly stroked his right hand down her waist and cupped her pussy, she thought she’d come right then. Grasping his wrist for leverage, she pushed against his palm, a silent plea for more.
“You’ve got my hand all wet, darlin’. Shame on you,” he murmured, pressing his palm harder between her spread legs, catching her juices as they seeped out then rubbing over her plump, soft folds.
“It’s your fault,” she accused him, her face warming when Scott walked up to lean with casual negligence against the bar, a beer dangling from his hand as his gray eyes looked her over in slow perusal.
“She’s very pretty, Marc.”
“Stop,” Marc snapped when she attempted to close the shirt over her nakedness. “I didn’t give you permission to cover yourself.”
Cassie dropped her hands and tried looking away from both men. It was one thing to have strangers walking by or standing near and conversing with others while he played with her and another to have a man she knew and saw every day standing right in front of her, watching as Marc continued fondling her breasts and bared labia. But as disconcerting as she found Scott’s close presence, she couldn’t stem the rush of arousal as Marc slid one finger inside her.
After swirling his finger in her pussy, he raised his eyes to her flushed face and brought that finger to his mouth, his grin smug when her warm face turned hot. “She’s also very wet,” he told Scott before sucking his finger clean.
Scott slapped Marc on the back, his smile wide and wicked. “Give the poor girl some consolation. She deserves it.”
Cassie breathed a sigh of relief when the sheriff strolled away. “I do, you know.”
“I decide what you deserve, and don’t. And right now, I think I’d like to see that pretty ass displayed over the spanking bench. I want to hear you scream when you come after being paddled,” he whispered in her ear as he lifted her off the stool and took her hand.
She attempted to close the flapping shirt with her free hand, but his growled “Leave it” stayed her hand and made her wonder if the man had eyes in the back of his head.
When they reached the hip-high padded bench, he slipped the shirt off her shoulders and urged her down. Legs straight, Cassie lay prone on the bench, uneasy with her vulnerable exposure as he spread her legs and cuffed her ankles in place. When his large, warm, callused hands slid up her calves and thighs, she relaxed somewhat and when he skimmed his lips over her buttocks followed by a slow lick from her anus to her seam, her body rippled with renewed desire and anticipation.
Rising, Marc braced himself over her back, enveloping her small, shaking body with his. “Easy, darlin’,” he soothed. “You’ve done this before.” He arranged her breasts on either side of the narrower end of the bench so they hung down like small ripe fruits ready to be plucked. “If my memory serves me correctly, you liked being taken this way.” Grabbing her right wrist, he kissed her clenched fist then drew her arm down and attached the cuff before doing the same to her left. “There. Restrained, spread, and available. How do you feel?”
“Scared, excited, exposed. Did I mention excited?” Cassie replied without evasion, not sure which emotion gripped her the strongest. There weren’t that many people in the club, fewer than twenty. Other than Marc, Jack, and Morgan, she only recognized Scott from town, which helped ease the last of her hesitation.
“I’m proud of you fo
r being so honest. Let’s see if I can take your mind off everything except me.”
She shivered with cold when he moved away from her, then shuddered with expected heat as he lifted a paddle off the wall and stepped behind her. The first smack from the round leather paddle stung as much as she remembered, the fiery burn it left behind soothed with his light caress. “Sir, please…” She pushed back into his hand, glad he hadn’t strapped her hips down, her cheek throbbing from the hard swat.
“I do love hearing you beg.”
He smacked her other cheek, then caressed the burning spot before slapping her again, this one a little harder. The steady pattern of swat, caress, swat, caress he set up, alternating between buttocks, drew her in, took over her senses until all she was aware of was the building painful pleasure consuming her. Unable to control her own body, her hips greeted each stroke with a welcoming lift.
She yelped with the hard blow he delivered to the middle of her butt then sobbed in a plea for relief. “Master, please, I need to come.” Her hot, swollen globes fed her arousal, had her desperate for the pleasure of an orgasm to douse the encompassing fire.
“Not yet, darlin’.” Marc peppered her buttocks with a few softer strokes then ran his palm over the warm rosy flesh. “You look beautiful, all red and hot.” He squeezed her right buttock, smiling when she whimpered and rubbed against his hand. “And down here,” he moved his hand between her spread cheeks to cover her pussy, “all warm and wet and soft.” He traced her damp folds first then took a light dip between them before shifting to caress then slip into her tight back hole.
Gasping as he sank two damp fingers into her anus, she closed her eyes against the onslaught of sensation spreading through her entire backside. The moisture trickling from her sheath as he stroked deep inside her mortified her, but not enough to keep from arching against him. Sinking her teeth into her lip, she embraced the pleasure/pain he induced. An embarrassing moan of regret slipped past her tight lips when he pulled out of her followed by a startled gasp with the feathery whisper of his lips moving over her buttocks. Adding tongue and teeth, he covered every inch of her abused buttocks before moving down her crack, tonguing her asshole then licking her pussy.