Alone at Last
Caitlyn Willows
Nine years of marriage haven’t dimmed the fires of fantasy that fuel Jill and Royce Osbourne’s lust for each other. However, children make living those fantasies tricky. Royce has the ultimate present for his wife on their ninth anniversary. The kids are with Grandma, the house is theirs for the weekend, and redesigned for pleasure.
After a hard day in court, Jill comes home to a quiet house and a hot husband wielding a willow switch. What’s a needy woman to do but get out of her panties as fast as possible…especially when she learns two guests are waiting in the wings to join them in a ménage fantasy…or two.
A willow switch, a hot husband, two hunks… It doesn’t get any better than this.
Inside Scoop: Our heroine is bound, disciplined and royally…satisfied.
An Exotika® contemporary erotica story from Ellora’s Cave
Alone at Last
Caitlyn Willows
Chapter One
Jill Osbourne cut the Saab’s engine. Silence descended. No birds chirping, no neighbors yelling, no dogs barking, no kids bursting from the house to welcome her home with tight hugs and sticky kisses.
Royce must have them corralled. Thank god. It’d been one hell of a day. Much as she loved her kids, she wasn’t quite ready to be inundated with the cacophony home life had become of late.
The family van sat next to her car in the garage. It looked spotless. Royce’d had the day off—a luxury Jill rarely knew and resented more than she could say—and it looked as if he’d put the time to good use. She felt guilty for being so bitchy about him having free time when she didn’t.
Thanks, honey. It looked as if he’d also mowed the lawn. How he managed that with two kids to wrangle… Magic man. He’d worked miracles and surprises in the intimate portion of their lives too, so she’d leave him to his secrets and wonder what else he had in store for tonight. Dinner? The kids in bed by eight? A long soak in a sea of bubbles?
A woman can dream, can’t she?
Today, their ninth anniversary, she’d been stuck with a trial. A case she’d lost, and she wasn’t the least bit sorry about it. Her client deserved what he got, or rather, what he didn’t get.
Bastard.
She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the seat, trying to drown out the hate that had poured from the man’s mouth. A constant diatribe against his soon-to-be ex-wife.
A tap on the window snapped her upright. Royce stood beside the car, wearing a smile, black satin pajama bottoms, and a hard-on. Clearly, he’d found someone to watch the kids for a bit and planned a play date of his own with Jill.
Looked as if her day just got better.
His dark-brown hair was wet, but combed into place. Tiny droplets clung to his shoulders, holding tight against movement that would send them cascading down his smooth chest. Jill licked her lips, imagining the taste of his sun-burnished skin as her tongue followed the trickle all the way up. He’d gasp, clutch her head and sear a kiss into her soul. Jill could almost feel strong hands roaming her skin, delving into her body, making her come.
She hooked her purse straps and opened the door. Her overloaded briefcase could stay on the floor of the car. They might not have been able to plan a trip, but she would make damn sure work wouldn’t interfere with their anniversary night.
Royce pulled the door open and extended one hand to her. “We’re alone at last. My parents have the kids for the weekend.” His brown eyes sparkled. Heat shimmered off him and curled around Jill. Her body came alive with the possibilities now stretched before them.
Oh yes, my day is a whole lot better.
“Does it make me a bad parent that I’m giddy at the news?” She slipped her hand into his, tugging it up nice and close.
“Does it make me a bad parent that I shuttled them off right after breakfast?” Royce anchored her to him. His hot cock burned through her navy-blue suit and branded her skin. One nudge seated his thigh between hers. The urge to ride it to orgasm was almost too much to resist. It’d been too long since they’d been adventurous.
Jill brushed her fingers over his smooth cheek. He’d shaved for her and she couldn’t help but wonder what other parts of his body might have seen the razor. Then she wished she could say the same. “I’ll bet they ran squealing to your mom’s car.”
“Shot out the door like bullets. The weekend is ours. We might be parents but we still have that extra-special fire down below.” He squeezed her butt cheek. “It’s time we quenched it. Starting right now. You need to be fucked good and proper. Need to come until you’re spent enough to sleep the day, then come some more. And this tight ass of yours…”
He landed a hard smack over her backside. Jill gasped, rubbed her belly over his cock, and felt her pussy start to cream at the feel of his hard thigh.
“It’s going to burn.” He smacked her again. She arched into him, offering her neck to his mouth.
Royce eased away. “Roll the window down, then close the door.”
Heart thrumming in time with her swelling clitoris, Jill did as he’d ordered. She tossed her purse to the passenger seat, then turned with a smile as she closed the door and leaned against it. Her smile faltered when she saw the willow switch in his hand. Her gaze stayed riveted to it, mind shutting down while blood drained to her crotch.
“Willow is the traditional gift for a ninth anniversary.” Royce sliced the switch through the air.
Jill’s breath caught. Her ass could already feel the stroke upon it. Her thighs quivered.
“I couldn’t resist traditional. It took me a while to find the perfect switch, but I think this will do nicely.” Another swish, this one so close the hairs on her arm lifted. She stifled a groan.
“Bend over into the window. For this you may leave your skirt down. We wouldn’t want to wear your ass out too quickly.” Amusement laced his words. “After all, we have the whole weekend to re-bond and it’s been a bit since we’ve had the luxury of a good session.”
Jill stuck her head through the window, bending over as far as she could. Pussy juices leaked down her thighs despite her pantyhose. It was only going to get worse. Her clit was so swollen the least touch would set her off. Every stroke across her backside was going to make it worse. Jill looked forward to each one, to the fire racing across her ass.
A swish warned her. Contact took her breath away. Royce gave her no time to recover. Quick, methodical strokes set her ass ablaze. Her head buzzed, body drifted into another zone. All too soon, the delicious punishment ended.
“Nine, love,” Royce said. “One for every year we’ve been married.” He rubbed his hand over her hot ass. “I know you want more.” Jill’s whimper and wiggle answered for her. “Don’t worry.” His voice brushed over her ear. “The modern gift for a ninth anniversary is leather. Wait ‘til you see what I’ve got for you.” He helped her up as she stood. He flicked open her jacket button, then stripped the sleeves down her arms.
“I love how hard your nipples are.” He brushed his palm over one. It thrust through bra and blouse. “Don’t they look tempting?”
Puzzled, Jill frowned. Royce smiled and turned her around. There he stood—six-feet-four inches of hard male dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt. An equally impressive cock swelled his jeans. The man Jill had nicknamed “Well Hung” when they met six years ago. The man who’d since become their pediatrician—Ken Walker.
Adonis—aka Jerry Spicer, CPA—would be lurking somewhere too. Most likely waiting in the house since she couldn’t see him. He’d always been a part of their play in the past. She hoped that was true today. Jill never asked how Royce had initially found the men all those years ago. She didn’t care. One never questioned the cost of a present. The four of them had reconnec
ted a few times since then. Somehow Royce always managed to surprise her. Just like he had now, right when she needed it most.
Ken’s thick, dark hair was swept back, blue eyes narrowed to her breasts. “I want to suck her tits.”
The scene was definitely in play. Jill locked their nicknames in place.
Royce wrapped one arm around her waist. “Give them a good, hard suck.” He unbuttoned her blouse with his free hand, peeling the edges back for Well Hung.
Big hands reached for her breasts. He hooked his fingers in the cups and yanked down the bra. Nipples perched high and hard. They shook with every pant. Jill forced her feet to remain on the concrete floor and not locked around his waist so she could rub her clit over his erection. No doubt that would earn her a good spanking. She relished the opportunity. Then he latched on to her breast and sucked.
Jill groaned and pushed her breast into his mouth. He toyed with the other one, tweaking and twirling the nipple. She writhed into the sensation, humping her pelvis into him. A sharp slap to her thigh warned her. It fired her up all the more. Royce fisted her skirt and yanked it to her waist, then shoved his hand into her pantyhose. She cried out when his fingers reached her aching clit. Then Well Hung switched breasts. She thrashed between the two men, riding Royce’s hand and Well Hung’s mouth. Orgasm burst from her with no warning. Her muscles turned to water in the aftermath.
“Oh wow.” She sighed.
“Good girl.” Royce kissed her temple.
In the fog pleasure left in her head, Jill realized Royce moved her toward the van. Well Hung slid the side door open. New-car smell wafted out.
“Aww, you had the van detailed!” Jill cursed the rush of words.
Both men stared at her as if they couldn’t believe she’d shattered the mood. Jill couldn’t believe it herself and considered taking that willow switch to her own backside for the lapse.
“Sorry,” she mumbled and refocused her attention to the gray interior. It smells like new car again!
A glimpse revealed both backseats were flattened into a makeshift bed. Red satin draped it. Well Hung crouched inside. He looked like a giant cramped in the space. Nevertheless, he helped her in, then pressed her down onto the bed. Her back barely hit the cushion before he had her skirt undone and slithering down her legs. He slung it aside and reached for her pantyhose. Hot hands peeled hose and panties down her legs. Warm breath set fire to her skin. Jill waited for his lips to follow the path of the clothing. The tongue that would wander upward to her dripping pussy. Much to her frustration, that never came.
“Here, let me.” Royce stood by her head at the open back hatch. He palmed her breasts, kneading the aching flesh hard while he rolled her nipples beneath his hands.
Well Hung grabbed her ankles, then spread her legs wide.
“He’s going to fuck you now,” Royce said. “And you’re going to take your fucking like a good girl.”
Kneeling inside, Royce caught her arm, kissed her palm, then snapped a soft leather cuff around her wrist. God only knew where he tied the end of the strap. Jill willingly offered her other wrist. Would those straps be used on her backside later? She hoped so. He secured her wrist, then snapped both cuffs together and drew them above her head. Another click kept them there.
“Your legs will remain unbound,” he told her. “No sense restricting a good fuck.”
Jill licked her lips. Royce grunted and ground his mouth over them, thrashing his tongue with hers until he pulled away, breathless.
She smiled at her small victory. “How hard is your dick right now?”
“Damn hard. You know how much I enjoy warming your ass, watching you get off while someone else goes at you.” He pinched her nipple and stepped away.
The van bounced with Well Hung’s weight. He knelt between her feet now, naked lust with a cock made for fucking. Why he didn’t have a string of women after him always mystified her. Or maybe he did and kept it private, like he did his relationship with her and Royce.
Focus.
Well Hung rolled a condom in place with one hand while the other massaged his heavy balls. Dark hair swept from his chest downward—a playground all its own. He lifted her knees as he crawled between her legs, then pulled her legs up.
“Oh please…no,” she said. “You’re too big and I—” A groan cut off her halfhearted protest. A slow thrust spread her vagina to the max. Jill dug her heels into his lower back.
“Complain again and that cock will be up your ass.” Royce knelt beside Well Hung now, slowly stroking a cock ready for action. His black satin pajamas had been pushed down only as far as necessary. The elastic was tucked behind his smooth balls, putting his genitals on display. In some corner of her mind, Jill wondered why he wore a condom. Then Well Hung flipped them, putting her on top, her ass high.
Royce wasted no time taking a position behind her. He skimmed his fingers down her crack, rubbed circles around her hole, then flicked it hard. It clenched, tightening her around Well Hung and dragging a groan from his throat.
She looked at the man wedged in her body. Well Hung’s eyes were closed, lips parted, body still as he waited for Royce to take her ass. It was going to be tight. He’d feel every stroke Royce pushed into her body. A snap alerted her to Royce’s next move. Her body tensed, waiting for the first kiss of cold lube. She sank onto Well Hung when she realized Royce had warmed the lubricant. He gave her little time to enjoy the sensation. Two fingers plunged deep. Jill jerked her head up on a hard moan.
“Keep that sweet ass up.” Royce’s hand smack gave her an extra warning. Long fingers coiled around her hip, hoisting her in place. Then he slid his cock right where he wanted it.
Bliss washed over her body. Their deep groans came in unison. She glanced over her shoulder to see Royce’s reaction and nearly came at the sight. Jaw clenched, he gripped her hips while he pulled in control. Jill knew the right words to get things moving and she wasn’t afraid to utter them.
“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Oh please fuck me.”
A growl rumbled between the men, and Jill got what she’d requested—a hard, relentless pounding that dragged her clit across Well Hung’s dick with every plunge. She wrapped her fingers around the straps and rocked with them, eyes closed while fantasies played through her mind. She was a lady whose coach was stopped by highwaymen, now tied, spread, and at their mercy. Only she knew where the gold was hidden, and they were determined to locate its source by any and all means. If that meant fucking her all night, so be it.
Jill clenched her pussy at the thought. Sensation built to the breaking point once more. The tension coiled deep inside, rooted at her clitoris. Well Hung moaned, apparently lost in the wonder of it all. Sweat slid Royce’s body over hers. All Jill could think about was licking it off. Of tying him down one night and giving him something to think about for days on end, besides all the wonderful things he’d do to her.
He’d be the handsome lord she’d cornered in the labyrinth of rosebushes. One wrong move and he’d be impaled on millions of thorns. He had two options—give up the deed to her family farm or suffer the consequences of having a manor full of guests witness his mortification from their third-story windows. He’d refuse, of course, and she’d have no choice but to bind his limbs to the stoutest bushes, lay him out, expose his cock and have him.
“Ohhh!” she cried out. Oh, how she’d fuck him!
They fucked her harder. But there was no doubt that Royce commanded every stroke, controlled every move.
“I’m—”
“Yes!” he replied. “Do it, sweetheart. Come.”
Jill bucked between them and let go. The next thing she felt was a warm washcloth against her pussy. She’d dozed off. Well Hung was gone, and she had a vague memory of him gently laying her to one side and kisses he’d showered on her from neck to toe. Now he was nowhere in sight.
Royce kissed her pussy, then finished cleaning her sticky juices from her thighs. Her arms were free, the cuffs nowhere to be found.
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“I love you.”
“I love you too.” He pulled her to the edge of the seat. “I bet you’d like a nice soak in the tub after a long day at work.”
“Is that a rhetorical question?”
He chuckled. “It’s waiting for you, along with your favorite wine and some nibbles. But first…” He retrieved a white satin mask from the floor, paused for a moment, then placed it over Jill’s eyes when she didn’t utter any protest.
She pressed the padded satin covering her eyes. Odd how her body tingled, how her nipples hardened once more, and everything she thought was sated came to life.
“No questions?” he asked softly.
Jill shook her head. “I trust you. Surprise me.”
“That is my plan, love.”
Chapter Two
Royce wrapped the satin sheet around her and lifted her into his arms. Jill didn’t know how he did it, considering how tight a space it was. Somehow Royce managed to get them both out of the van.
She snuggled into the comfort of his arms, trying to remember the last time they’d indulged this way. Months? Years? Over a year, she recalled. Life and children took priority. They still had their little games from time to time in the privacy of their bedroom, but nothing this elaborate.
She caught a whiff of chicken baking when he stepped into the house. “You cooked too? You’re definitely a keeper.”
“Thanks for the reassurance, sweetheart.” There was a beat of silence and then… “But I have to confess that I sort of hired people to help produce tonight’s event.”
“Like I said…definitely a keeper.” She kissed his chin. The sound of dishes rattling gave her pause, made her tense. “Are there people here listening to us?”
Royce halted. “Do you really care?”
She couldn’t lie. He knew a little exhibitionism turned her on. “No. I trust your discretion.”
“Thank you.” His stride continued. Neither of them said a word until Jill’s toes touched the cool bathroom tile. Royce removed the mask a second later.
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