The Trouble with Three Husbands (Daughters of Venus 1)

Roger and I spent three hours talking. He tried to make a move, once, and was way too aggressive and clumsy…way too quickly. I asked him to walk me home. He later married a woman named Agatha and what happened to him is a shame. Not my fault in any way but a shame.

So I knew as soon as we reached the cabin which I’d choose. The one I’d tried to use with Roger. It was the most romantic. Inside were strawberry candles and sensual body oils. This was going to be Connor’s first time. I wanted to make it as pleasurable as possible for both of us. When I opened the door to enter, Connor didn’t follow. I looked back to see his large, strong frame silhouetted in the doorway.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I’m nervous,” he admitted.

He was honest and I liked that. Alé hadn’t been nervous at all and Bentley had never had a shot at the suitor suites. They’d been established later. He’d helped build them.

I didn’t rush Connor through the door but instead found a box of matches and began lighting the scented candles. The room glowed orange. Then I walked over to him and took his hands in mine. He didn’t budge, his breath came out in misty blasts, a result of the chilly mountain air outside. Inside was cozy.

“Do you like me?” I asked.

He nodded and his upper lip raised just a little in what was sure to be a boyish grin. He brought his smirk under control with pursed lips.

“Do you want to please me?” I asked.

He gulped. I saw his Adam’s apple jerk. I felt his hands tremble a little in mine.

“I want t…t…I want to p…please you,” he admitted. “I’ve…I’ve…done this a million times in my head.”

“With me?”

He nodded.

Aww, I wanted to wrap my arms around him and comfort him, but another side of me wanted to strip him naked and show him the difference between imagination and reality. There’s no way his hand could do the things to him that I was going to do.

“Come inside, Connor. And close the door.”

He did as he was told, it’s what he was programmed to do. Nerves or not he’d do anything I asked him to do. Those were the rules, this time not mine.

He stood at the center of the cabin, taking in everything around us. A queen size mattress sat at the room’s center, raised just a few feet off the floor.

On a table to the side was a variety of oils, a pair of handcuffs, four silk sashes, a bundle of feathers, and a small leather whip.

On the opposite side of the bed was a small open chest with sex toys on display. Anal beads, cock rings, dildos, and vibrators of all shapes and sizes were stuffed inside.

Connor’s eyes went wide when he saw it.

“You’ve heard of the box?” I asked him.

“My…my dad told me about it. He warned me.”

I had to laugh at that remark.

“He warned you? Oh my. Sounds like he was preparing you for a great battle.”

Connor laughed a little under his breath, understanding how ridiculous he’d sounded.

I moved closer to him. He towered over me so I had to lift up on my toes to kiss him. I planted a soft peck on his lips.

“Listen to me,” I said. “You invited me here for a reason. I’m a Daughter of Venus. My body is a temple, my love unconditional, and my sex unimaginable. Do you understand what you are getting yourself into?”

He nodded.

“I need to hear you say it,” I said.

“Y…y…yes,” he replied.