by BJ Wane
Scott arrived under ten minutes later, his gray eyes snapping with ire as he looked down at the photo. “No note?” he asked, looking up at her pale but composed face, admiring the way she held herself together.
“No, just the picture.” The picture would have embarrassed her if having her privacy invaded hadn’t angered her so much. She clenched her hands as the sense of violation constricted her throat. She had loved playing with Marc in the woods and now that pleasure had been tarnished for her.
Using his pen, the sheriff flipped the picture over, revealing the message:
You Should Have Listened Now You’ll Pay
“Shit. You don’t make a move without someone with you, got it?”
Cassie could see why he made a good dom. She wasn’t about to argue with him. “I won’t, I promise.”
Slipping the photo into a plastic bag, he told her, “I’m calling Marc and have him get out here to stay until you close. Don’t worry, sweetie, we’ll catch this guy.”
She knew he meant to reassure her with his smile, but her tense shoulders didn’t relax. Nodding, she returned to the kitchen. Things were going so well between her and Marc and now this. She wished whoever he was would make a play for her. At least then this waiting on pins and needles would be over.
Scott stayed until Marc arrived. One look at the picture had him swearing and threatening this guy with a slow and painful death. Thinking of Cassie alone in the woods with this pervert somewhere nearby jeopardized his control, had his vision going red with promised retribution and he vowed to stick to her like glue until they caught the bastard.
“You coming out to the lodge tonight?” he asked Scott when Cassie went into the kitchen and out of earshot.
“I planned on it. What’d you have in mind?”
“Something to take her mind off this son of a bitch.” It had been late last night by the time he and Jack got caught up with their guests and he spent the remainder of the night lying in bed, holding her close and wishing he could have gotten free sooner so they could talk more. Now his anger and his cock demanded he stake his claim, once again offer her the ultimate in satisfaction by allowing another to join them, and hope he wasn’t pushing too fast again.
“I think I can be available to help with that. It’s lingerie night, right?”
“Yes, our favorite theme.” He smiled, thinking of the outfit he bought for her to wear tonight.
“I look forward to seeing her in whatever has you smiling. Meanwhile, I’ll ask around about strangers in the area, but I doubt if that’ll turn up any clues.”
“Thanks, Scott. We’ll check with our guests too. Most of them we know, so we’ll ask them about any of these new players. We’ll get him.” Marc was sure of that, he just hoped it was soon and before he could hurt Cassie. Now he had found her again, he wasn’t about to lose her.
* * *
Cassie perused the small package on the bed with a wary eye. Marc informed her all the women are expected to wear lingerie tonight, and he had bought her something special. Special meant provocative, she thought as she lifted the lid off the small white box. Then again, anything in the box would be more coverage than naked, which she assumed she would be at some point. A blue satin demi bra with white lace trim and matching thong lay nestled in the tissue paper. Lifting the bra, she thought it the prettiest set she had ever seen.
She looked up when he came in, the look in his eyes as he strode over to her and removed the damp towel covering her flushed body setting all her girly parts to tingling.
“The blue matches your eyes.”
“It’s lovely, Marc. Thank you.” Slipping on the bra, she turned so he could hook it. Looking down, it ruffled her to see the cups were only big enough to provide a shelf for her breasts, plumping them up, leaving her bare nipples protruding out.
“Perfect.”
Before she could complain, he leaned down and drew one soft peak into his mouth. Cassie leaned into him, her embarrassment taking second place to the pleasure of his mouth suckling her. “Marc, master, do we have to go downstairs right now?” she moaned, wanting nothing more than for him to toss her on the bed and fuck her hard.
He took his time, releasing her nipple with a strong pull before smiling at her. His intention to erase the worried look on her face succeeded; the tight, pinched lines around her eyes and mouth relaxed, her eyes reflecting low arousal. “Yes, we do. Now hold still, darlin’.” Withdrawing a small object from his pocket, he clamped the nipple ring around her distended bud then loosened it a touch before drawing her other nipple into his mouth to ready it for the matching clamp.
Even though she knew what to expect, she still had to suck in a much-needed breath against the sharp bite of pain then released it on a whoosh as it subsided to a soft pulse.
“Slip these on and we’ll head down.”
Cassie stepped into the thong, bracing her hands on his shoulders while trying to ignore the way the chain attached to the two nipple rings swayed and pulled on her sensitive tips.
Catching her grimace, Marc kissed her. “Don’t worry, you won’t have to wear them long.”
“From what I remember, it hurts worse when they come off than when they go on.”
He just smiled, took her hand, and led her out of the room. Morgan and Jack were coming out of their room and Jack took his time looking her over before winking at her, causing her face to heat even more.
“Very pretty, Cassie.”
Turning away from his intent, yet teasing gaze, she glanced at Morgan. Dressed in a calf-length, see-through ivory gown, it was obvious she wore nothing underneath it.
“Morgan, you look innocent and seductive. Good choice, Jack,” Marc commented.
“Why do I feel more naked wearing this than I would naked?” Morgan asked of no one in particular as they headed downstairs.
“I don’t know, princess. Would you rather I slipped it off now before we go in?” Jack asked her.
“No, sir.” Morgan glanced at Cassie and rolled her eyes.
Giggling, she followed Marc into the club room, glad to see only one other couple had arrived. Jack fixed them a drink, then they left her and Morgan seated at the bar while they greeted their guests and mingled. As others arrived, she and Morgan found themselves grateful for their meager outfits. Most of the women wore gowns with holes cut out for breasts and pussies or bras and panties with similar cut-outs. At least she was starting the night partly clothed, she thought, looking down at her cupped breasts and pinched nipples.
Loud, pulsating music along with low-pitched laughter resonated around the room as others joined them and Cassie enjoyed people watching as she finished her drink. This group seemed comfortable with each other and eager to play. Squirming on the stool, she couldn’t look away when two women seemed more than happy to kneel before a seated man and lower their mouths to share his cock. The woman seated next to him had her legs draped over a man’s shoulders as he knelt in front of her and buried his head between them while she played with her breasts.
“Eager, aren’t they?” Morgan asked as they both watched.
“I’ll say.” Taking a deep breath, she turned to her new friend and sought her advice. “I think Marc has plans to invite someone to join us tonight. It didn’t bother you when Jack shared you?” Old insecurities were sneaking up on her, but they weren’t as forceful as the first time and she wouldn’t let them ruin everything she risked so much for. But a little reassurance would be welcome.
“The first time was with Marc and I had reservations, but after I experienced four hands and two mouths intent on nothing but my pleasure, I gotta tell you, there’s nothing like it. If it helps, Jack’s only allowed Marc and Scott to join us and limited their participation to oral, and that was only if I agreed, which, as you know, I did.”
Ignoring the twinge of jealousy at the reminder of Marc’s involvement with the other couple, Cassie saw nothing but honesty on Morgan’s face and the remembrance of exalted pleasure reflected in her eye
s. “Most men would be jealous if someone else touched the woman they cared about,” she couldn’t help but point out.
“They aren’t most men.” Morgan shrugged, glanced across the room where Jack conversed with a couple, and her heart gave that sudden lurch it always did when she looked at him. Smiling, she stated, “His main focus since I showed up on his doorstep last winter has been on looking out for me, just like always.” Turning back to Cassie, she added in all honesty, “I wouldn’t trade that for anything.”
Cassie nodded, hearing loud and clear what she said. A few minutes later, both women had their eyes on Scott when he entered and strode over to them with a loose-limbed stride and a wicked gleam in his eyes.
“God, he’s hot,” Cassie whispered.
“Don’t I know it, girlfriend.”
“Good evening, ladies.”
Tugging on Cassie’s chain, he bent and gave Morgan a light kiss. She struggled not to yelp at the sudden jolt the chain gave her nipples that zeroed straight down to her clit. If she wasn’t so crazy in love with Marc, she suspected she could fall for the sheriff. He had that whole dom thing down pat. Combined with his attractive, rugged features and easygoing demeanor, he’d make any woman’s heart and core throb. Although he wielded a nasty belt, as her still sore butt could attest to.
“Where is Master Marc, Cassie?”
“Right here.” Marc slipped his hands around her waist and lifted her off the stool. “It’s about time you got here. The bench is clear.” Looking down at her, he held her against him with an arm around her waist and tipped her chin up with his free hand. “Scott and I are going to scene with you, darlin’. Are you okay with that?”
She experienced none of the sense of betrayal she had the last time he arranged a ménage. Even though he hadn’t said the words, his actions, notably in the past few days, all spoke of caring and a commitment to keeping her happy, and if that commitment included the ultimate sexual experience of two men, she would no longer deny him or herself that pleasure.
“I’m okay with it.”
Cupping her face in his hands, he kissed her. “I love you, darlin’.” He hastened to lay a finger across her lips before she could reply. “Tell me later, after.”
Bemused as well as shaken by his words, she followed him to the front of the room where a padded, waist-high bench similar to the spanking bench stood unoccupied. They both were silent as Marc removed her bra while Scott slipped her thong off, leaving her naked except for the nipple rings.
“Up you go, sweetie.” Scott lifted her onto the bench and eased her back before strapping her wrists down at her sides. “Relax. We’ll be right here with you,” he said when she struggled against the restraints.
Cassie tried to relax as they each grabbed an ankle, bent her legs and strapped her down with her knees spread. When Marc pulled a strap across her hips, leaving her unable to move at all, her sheath moistened in anticipation, her breathing growing labored.
“I’m going to blindfold you.” He showed her the black blindfold he had put on her before. “It will heighten your senses. You won’t have to think about who is doing what, just lie there and enjoy.” He hesitated a moment then bent and asked with quiet emphasis, “Are you really going to be okay with this? Not thinking of panicking again on me, are you? Because I don’t think my heart could take a repeat, darlin’. You scared the crap out of me the other night and we haven’t had a chance to discuss that.” He needed to get to the bottom of that as soon as her stalker has been found and locked up. In an area with a constant, steady flow of tourists coming and going, it was damn difficult to look for a stranger intent on harm.
“I’m good, master, I promise.” The only shivers rippling under her skin tonight were from anticipation and excitement, making it easy for her to lift her head so he could tie the blindfold behind her. Now nothing but music and the sounds of slapping flesh and cries of pleasure surrounded her, the warm lights shining above her and hands running over her body the only things she felt.
Lips and tongues caressed her clamped nipples, the dual stimulation sending her blood pressure skyrocketing. Oh, God. Pain blossomed with the removal of the clamps, the sudden rush of blood flow leaving her gasping for breath. Two pairs of lips wrapped around each throbbing tip, easing the pain along with the soothing strokes of their tongues until they had her aching for more.
She forgot about the party going on around them, heard nothing but Marc’s and Scott’s deep voices whispering praise in her ears as they pleasured her. Within minutes, she discovered being the sole object of their attention was a heady experience she’d been foolish to run from. Lips touched hers—Marc’s, because she’d know his lips anywhere—while hard hands plumped and kneaded her breasts.
“You are exquisite in your passion,” he whispered against her mouth before tracing her lips with his tongue then moving down her neck.
“I agree.” Scott’s mouth took the place of Marc’s and Cassie fell into his kiss, enjoying his taste and his hands as they glided over her.
She whimpered when he moved away then gasped as their hands and mouths traced her body with slow exploration, suckling her tortured nipples again before licking and nipping their way down her stomach to her mound. She lost track of whose mouth and hands were whose and succumbed to the pleasure they induced. Lips caressed her damp folds as fingers spread them, exposing her very core, leaving them no illusions as to her eager acceptance of their touch.
When more than one finger penetrated the moist depths of her pussy, Cassie’s cry rent the air, her attempt to arch into the thrusts failing, frustrating and arousing her at the same time. Her helplessness added to the exalted pleasure as the darkness behind her blindfold burst into a kaleidoscope of colors when they brought her to one orgasm after another. With fingers, lips, and tongues they left no inch of her untouched, deep thrusts into her sheath and anus had her screaming in response, soft strokes from their tongues over her swollen needy clit had her moaning and jerking with wave after wave of ecstasy. One peak would end only to herald the onset of another. One of them moved back up to her breasts and with perfect coordination she found her nipple sucked along with her clit, the overwhelming sensations tossing her into another rioting storm of pleasure.
With what seemed like hours later, Cassie lay panting and shaken, her body coated with a sheen of perspiration, her nipples and clit aching and sore from so much attention and so many climaxes. With the lift of her blindfold, she stared up into the smiling green eyes she loved so much.
“Master.”
Her soft, sated voice was music to Marc’s ears, her flushed face beautiful to his eyes, her trembling body soft under his hands. Releasing the straps, he teased, “Darlin’. I don’t think I have to ask if you enjoyed yourself.”
“No, you don’t have to ask.” Sitting up with their help, she blinked a few times as her eyes adjusted to her surroundings. She saw people smiling and moving away from their scene area, but didn’t have the energy to get embarrassed over what they saw and heard. She spotted Morgan on her right, tethered on the St. Andrew’s cross, her body shuddering under the onslaught of Jack’s possession. Her gaze shifted to Marc and Scott and their undeniable erections. “Um, what about you, sir? Don’t you want to…”
“Most definitely we want to,” Marc answered, his grin wicked when she floundered. He’d have to remember how multiple orgasms left her so flustered. “Come with us, Cassie. We’ll go someplace a little more private.”
They each took her hands and led her outside to the whirlpool. The evening had cooled, as it does in the mountains even in summer months, and goosebumps rose on her bare, damp skin.
“You look cold, sweetie. In you go.” With a hand on her butt, Scott guided her down into the heated, swirling water.
She leaned back and watched in appreciation as both men stripped and joined her, their jutting erections already seeping. When they stood in front of her, she needed no encouragement to lean forward and take Marc’s cock into her mouth
while gripping Scott’s with her hand. Their deep moans added to her pleasure, sounded loud with only the occasional hoot from an owl to disturb the quiet night as she alternated sucking and stroking each of them, taking her time to find their pleasure spots and concentrate on those areas to drive them as crazy as they had her.
She already knew Marc liked having the underside of his cock head licked and discovered Scott enjoyed a tight grip around his shaft. Both men loved the swirl of her tongue over their slit and her hands cupping their balls. Cassie was enjoying herself so much, she protested when they pulled away from her and Marc lifted her onto the padded edge of the tub.
“As much as we were enjoying that, darlin’, we have other plans for you.” With a hand between her breasts, he pushed her back to brace herself on her arms.
Without giving her time to wonder what they had in mind, Scott moved behind her, tilted her head back and straddled her face. Opening for his cock, she took him deep, relieved he kept hold of the base of his dick to keep from choking her. Marc lifted her legs, draping them over his broad shoulders before he gripped her buttocks and plunged balls deep inside her. She felt every ridge of his bare cock as he stroked her slick walls, and she relished gaining his trust even as she bemoaned the time it took. Moaning around the hard shaft filling her mouth, she accepted their thrusts, her body coming alive again with each deep stroke and the knowledge of Marc’s trust.
This time the men concentrated on their own pleasure, but she had no trouble becoming aroused and joining them. With grunts and groans, the two of them used her body for their satisfaction and she gladly accepted their possession of her. Scott came first, his come shooting down her throat as his rigid length jerked in her mouth with his shout of release. Cassie lifted her head as he pulled out of her mouth and braced herself against Marc’s increasing thrusts. With her legs draped over his shoulders and her butt elevated by his hands, she could do nothing but take his assault and enjoy the climax she felt coming on. Face as hard as his cock, he kept his gaze glued to their joined bodies as he brought them both to a shattering climax.