by Ladd,Ashley
“I love you, too, Will,” I whispered back.
“We love you guys, too,” Tony said, walking back in the room.
“Yeah, thanks for a lovely shag,” Dave said. “We should do it again sometime.”
They were both dressed and somewhat pulled together.
“Sure,” I said weakly. “Not tonight though.”
Tony chuckled. “No. Not tonight.”
They both walked over to us and we shared kisses and hugs then they left. The sun would be up soon, and we all should have been in bed already.
Will kissed my head again and slid me off of him. He walked down the hall. A while later, he returned and shook me awake.
“Come on, sleepyhead,” he said, picking me up and carrying me to the bathroom.
I snuggled into his arms, happier than I had been in a while. I loved him. I would do anything for him, and after tonight I knew that he would return the favour any time.
He had drawn us a bath, and he carried me into it. I lay against his front, letting the warm water relax my muscles. He wrapped his arms around me and held me up in case I fell asleep in the water.
“So, how does it feel to be the winner?” He placed a soft kiss against my temple.
“Sticky,” I murmured.
He laughed and hugged me tighter against him.
“Will?”
“Hmm?”
“I don’t understand something,” I said.
“What’s that darling?” he asked, his voice slow and heavier than it had been a few minutes earlier.
“Your last shot at the pub. I have seen you make that play a million times. Were you just nervous tonight or something?”
“Well. To be honest, I may have lost on purpose,” he said.
“Cheeky monkey. I knew you did,” I said, settling deeper into his arms.
“Yeah, well the guys and I might have talked about our wagers before,” he said.
“Ah, so it wasn’t so much my blushing that gave us away. It was your big mouth,” I said. I brought his hand up to my lips and kissed it.
“Maybe,” he said, pretending at sheepish. “We may have had this week planned for a while. Though it was originally going to be you in the middle.”
“Why did you change your mind?” I asked.
“Because you seemed to want to win so badly. And you do everything I ask you to do. So I thought this was finally something I could do for you. It was a small sacrifice to make you happy,” he said.
“You didn’t act like it was much of a sacrifice once you had a cock in your arse,” I said.
“Well, it’s been a while. I’ve never hidden the fact that I have been with Dave. Granted I’ve never been with two men at once, but it surprisingly wasn’t that bad.”
“I noticed,” I said with a small smile. “I know I enjoyed this evening very much.”
“I’m really glad, Sadie,” he said. “So, what’s the wager for next week?”
“I’ll have to think about it,” I said, closing my eyes. “Today, I just want to sleep.”
“You know those two are going to be at every game we play from now on, don’t you?” Will asked, his voice thick with sleep, too.
“Let’s hope so,” I said. “I love you, Will.”
“I love you, too, Sadie.”
“We love you guys, too,” Tony said from the doorway.
I turned to look at him. Tony and Dave were standing just outside the bathroom door looking a little embarrassed, yet incredibly pleased with themselves at the same time.
“The sun’s coming up. Can we crash here?” Dave asked from behind him.
“Your room is always ready,” Will said. “Just don’t wake us up tomorrow.”
“We know the rules, lover,” Tony said. “Don’t worry. We wouldn’t dream of making any noise before seven-ish. Though, if you hear screaming or groaning or even a little moaning and cursing, don’t worry. We’ll just be re-enacting something amazing that happened to us last night.”
“Oh yeah?” I asked.
“Yeah, it was pretty hot,” Dave said, his arm snaking around Tony’s waist.
“Mmm, you’ll have to tell us about it,” Will said, his fingers sliding over my chest and reaching between my legs.
“Tomorrow,” I said, pushing his hand away. “Okay? Tomorrow, please?”
“It’s a deal,” Tony said.
“It’s a date,” said Dave.
They walked towards their room hand in hand, and I wondered if they really would have sex again before going to sleep. I was too exhausted to even think about having sex again, let alone to actually do it.
I closed my eyes then groaned when Will shifted to wake me up again.
“You don’t want to wake up in an ice bath tomorrow, do you?” he asked, helping me out of the tub.
“Maybe,” I mumbled, clinging to him for support. “That might feel nice. You know, refreshing.”
He picked me up and carried me to our bed. Carefully, he laid me down and crawled in beside me. We snuggled into each other, still damp from the tub, and I felt a small twinge between my legs as I fell asleep thinking about what tomorrow would bring for me, my lover, and our best friends.
About the Author
Dakota lives in Detroit Michigan because she loves the city at night and the shopping during the day. She loves David Bowie and vampire movies, The Beatles and Dolly Parton.
She is partial to pixie sticks and cannot stand nuts...in her food. She will always believe that pizza is the perfect food. She is as much in love with her partner as she is with herself. And she will be the first to tell you how incredibly witty she is.
She doesn't believe in lipstick but won't leave the house without eyeliner. She still won't admit whether or not she really believes that vampires exist. And if you let her, she can convince you she doesn't know how to ride a bicycle.
Email: [email protected]
Dakota loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.total-e-bound.com.
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Dedication
To all my friends from RT who so enrich my life. You know who you are.
It was a great time.
Chapter One
Holly Martin climbed out of the big four wheel drive vehicle, looked around her and let out a long breath. A heavy breeze lifted strands of her auburn hair and whipped them across her creamy cheeks. She pulled her jacket a little tighter around her small frame and looked at the man who’d arrived with her.
“Oh, Michael. It’s beautiful.” She stretched out her arms and turned in a circle. “Just absolutely beautiful. It reminds me of my grandparents’ place in Maine.”
And so it did. This cottage just outside of Glendale, in the Isle of Skye, looked as if it had been set down in paradise. Made of stone and wood, it perched on a windswept bluff overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. Surrounding it were acres of natural grounds. Michael had told her it was a wildlife habitat, and this was the only house that would ever be built here. It made a perfect, private setting for the outrageous sexual adventures in which Duncan McLaughlin and his friends engaged in on a regular basis.
Holly had been looking forward to this visit ever since Michael had approached her about it. She’d met Duncan McLaughlin when he’d come to Denver on a business trip and stayed with the two of them. By then ménage with closely selected friends had become a regular occurrence, something she’d grown into and not only felt comfortable with but thoroughly enjoyed. The memory of the week the three of them had spent together sent shivers through her.
The thought of another week alone with both men spent entirely in sexual activities had given rise to many nights of erotic dreams. All through the long plane trip, the connecting flight and the drive, her body had tingled with anticipation, knowing what she was stepping into
.
She and Michael had been together for four years. Tuning in to her natural submissive desire on their first date, he’d brought her along carefully to the type of D/s relationship he liked, introducing her to things she’d never thought she’d dare to try. By the time she’d experienced her first ménage, she’d been willing to try anything as long as it gave him pleasure, knowing that she was the one who controlled that pleasure. It was both freeing and empowering.
But lately she’d wondered where this…thing…between them would go next. Never the clingy type, she still wondered what the future held for them. Several times on the plane trip, she’d thought of casually asking him then bitten her tongue. She didn’t want to destroy the mood of this trip and what they would all experience. She tucked her question in a corner of her brain, packing it away until they were back in their own place.
She lifted her face to the sun and let the strong breeze caress her skin. Everything smelled fresh and clean and looked freshly washed. A painting would not have done it justice.
Michael came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, his hands sliding under her sweater to cup her breasts.
“It’s been in Duncan’s family for years,” he told her. “I spent a summer here years ago. Look.” He pointed with one hand. “Over there, across the sea, is Dunvegan Head and beyond that the Hebrides, “
“It’s like being on another planet,” she told him. “And so isolated.”
“That’s the point, my love.” He kissed her earlobe. “You can even stand out stark naked on that deck that runs around three sides and no one will see you.”
“Did you do that?” she asked.
“Mm hmm. And a lot of other things. Wait until you see the inside.” He nipped at the side of her neck. “Nervous?”
“A little.” Holly leaned back against him as his thumbs rasped her hardening nipples. “But not a bad nervous.”
“Good, because we have a special surprise for you this week.”
She turned to look back at him over her shoulder, one eyebrow quirked. “A surprise?”
“Mm hmm. One I think you’ll really like. A little extra spice in the stew, as it were. Oh, yes. I can tell that excites you. Your nipples are like pebbles,” he murmured, brushing them with his fingers. “Let’s see how the rest of you feels.”
He dropped one hand to gather up her skirt and slide his fingers into her naked folds. She never wore undies anymore—no bra, no panties. Not even a thong. He’d given her strict instructions that he wanted access to her any time, any place, and she had become anxious to comply.
“Ah, there you are, nice and wet.” He pinched her clit, then drove two fingers into her slick vagina. “You really are getting turned on. Good.”
Holly wiggled against him, feeling her pulse accelerate and the walls of her pussy quiver. Just the slightest touch of his hand got her hot these days, and the expectation of what awaited her made her cream even more. The fact she trusted Michael implicitly took the edge off any reservations she might have about the coming week.
“Playing with the goodies already, are we?”
A booming voice startled them. Neither had heard the door to the cottage open. Duncan moved towards them, grinning, his large body a study in fluid grace. Like Michael, he was well over six feet, lean and muscular, but where Michael’s hair was a dark blond, Duncan’s was a rich black. And where Michael’s eyes were hazel, Duncan’s were a blazing emerald green. Otherwise the two men could have been twins.
“Just getting an early start,” Michael joked.
“How are you two? And Holly, welcome to Scotland and my humble hideaway.”
Totally unselfconscious about her condition, Holly smiled up at him. “Thanks. This place is absolutely gorgeous. And far from humble.”
“Maybe not so humble but truly secluded.” He winked. “Michael, you’re supposed to share with the host, remember?”
Michael laughed, hoisted Holly up and draped her legs over his arms so she was spread wide open. “Have at it.”
Holly was sensitive to smells, turned on by so many of them. When Duncan came closer to her, she caught the scent of the outdoors and wood and fresh air. She inhaled deeply, her pheromones on a rampage.
He smiled at her as he caught her own special bouquet and his mouth widened in a feral grin. “It’s the Scottish air that does it to them,” he told her. “It gets the lasses every time.”
Duncan pulled Holly’s skirt up even further and pressed his warm hands against the insides of her thighs, petting them, then used his thumbs to open her labia. “Mmm. Looks delicious.” He slid two fingers inside her hot sheath and wiggled them back and forth. “And feels terrific. I’ve been hard as a rock just thinking about this for the last two days. I can’t wait to get started on our fun and games.”
He removed his hand and Holly wiggled her hips as much as she could. “You don’t need to stop,” she told him.”
He threw back his head and laughed again, “Let’s get your things inside and get the party started where it’s more comfortable.”
He set her down on the ground, then he and Michael each pulled one of the large suitcases from the vehicle and the three of them trooped into the cottage, although Holly thought “cottage” was too small a word to describe the house. The central room was huge, with high beamed ceilings. A wood burning fire place filled most of one wall and two other walls were floor to ceiling windows. One end of the room was a granite and steel kitchen.
The furniture was dark wood and upholstered in leather, the pieces looking large and comfortable. What caught Holly’s eyes, however, were the additions not usually found in a cottage. In the centre of the room was a massive bed on a raised platform, obviously custom made. On one side of it was a spanking bench, well padded with holes cut into it for a woman’s breasts to fit into. A long table on the other side held Duncan’s collection of toys—handcuffs, dildos, vibrators, floggers, and a few things even Holly didn’t recognise. As she cast her eyes over them she felt liquid seep from her cunt and trickle down one thigh. Yes, this was definitely the place where Duncan came to play.
He opened a door to one side of the fireplace. “I’ll put your luggage in here,” he told them. “It’s just a small changing room, if you ever feel the need for privacy” he grinned. “Although I sincerely hope not. And you’ll find a bath through the other door.” He turned to Holly, who was still taking in everything. “Now, lass, let’s get you more comfortable.
He peeled off her coat and hung it on an antique rack by the door, then bent to capture her mouth. His tongue, bold and swift, scoured every inch of her mouth. He slanted his head to gain a better angle, his big, warm hands resting on her shoulders before they slipped down to cup her breasts. When he broke the kiss her body was humming.
“I’ve missed you, lassie. A great deal. And dreamed fantastic dreams about you.”
She smiled. “Me, too.”
“I’d planned for us all to have a great visit. My dick has been hard as stone just thinking about this. And you. I know you’ve had a long trip but I cannot wait. Let me see what’s hiding under those clothes.”
“It’s all right,” she grinned. “I slept on the plane. I’m eager, too, Duncan.”
That was all the encouragement he needed.
Michael leaned back against the counter, observing with interested eyes, as Duncan peeled Holly’s sweater over her head and tossed it to him. The big man’s breath hissed through his teeth.
“Your tits are just as gorgeous as ever, Holly mine. Nice and plump, with rosy nipples that tempt a man’s mouth.” He leaned down and placed a kiss on each of them. “I have some fine jewellery for them later on.”
“Take off the skirt, Holly,” Michael told her, “and give Duncan a view he’s been waiting for.”
Hands trembling slightly, Holly unzipped her skirt, shimmied out of it and tossed it to Michael to put with her sweater. Then, knowing what he expected, she turned around,. spread her legs and bent over to grab
her ankles.
“Oh, that’s a very excellent sight.” Duncan’s voice was thick with lust. ”Such a tempting cunt and a tempting asshole. I don’t know which one to plunder first.”
His hands trailed over her wet slit, pinching her clit lightly, then dragging the moisture back to her anus, lubricating it just enough to insert the tip of his finger. “Very tight. Oh, yes, this will be too fine. Stand up now, lass. I have something for you.”
He picked up a narrow collar from the table and linked it around her neck. “You know this means you’re ours for the week,” he murmured.
Holly nodded. Whoever would have the thought she’d embrace the D/s life as wholeheartedly as she had, but Michael was such a strong, caring Dom it had been easy to tumble into it with him.
“Whatever you ask or tell, I’ll do.” A thrill of excitement ran through her.
Duncan placed a kiss on her forehead. “She’s well trained, Michael. Even better than the last time we were together.”
“She’s made for the life,” he replied.
“Well. I have the single malt Scotch waiting. Shall we have a drink to toast the week?”
“You bet,” Michael agreed, rubbing his hands. “I’ve been tasting it all the way over here.”
When Duncan had poured drinks for each of them, they clinked glasses and took their first sip. Even Holly, who usually liked her drinks mixed, savoured the smoky taste of the liquor as it slid down her throat.
“And now, my lass,” Duncan said to her, “while Michael and I finish our drinks, I think it would be nice for you to start the week’s activities with a little entertainment.”
She raised an eyebrow, waiting.
Duncan put down his drink. “Remember the first night I was in Denver, when Michael had you put on a little show for me?”
How well she remembered. Michael had placed her on a raised table and had her finger herself while they watched. It was the first time she’d done it with more than him watching, and the intensity of the climax had stunned her.