“What did you have in mind?” he asked, pressing his erection against her as his finger slid along the wetness between her legs.
“Anything. I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?” He took a step back, and she looked around the room.
Daniel was sitting in a chair and had Julie over his lap and was working on getting her underwear down. She was doing her part to stay in role, twisting and turning and trying to get away. Abby was sitting on Nathaniel’s lap, but she couldn’t see where his hands were.
“Show me what you heard about my tastes. What I like my bed partners to do,” Cole said.
Sasha dropped to her knees and unbuttoned his fly as quickly as she could. Above her, Cole hissed in pleasure as she freed his cock. He fisted her hair.
“That’s it. Now take it in your mouth like the naughty servant you are.” He groaned as she did just that, taking him deep and sucking the way she knew he liked it. “Fuck, yes.”
He started working his hips, thrusting in and out of her mouth. Being with him when he let go of some of his firmly held control always turned her on. She squirmed, trying to find her own relief.
“Getting off on having my cock in your mouth?” he asked, taking a firmer grasp on her hair. “You better not come. You’ll wait for me to give you permission or else I’ll spank your ass so hard, you’ll be begging to go back to the king.”
She made herself keep still and focused on him. He wasn’t trying too hard to hold his release back. It wasn’t long until he pushed into her and held her head in place while he climaxed.
Sasha quickly pulled his pants back up and set them to rights the best she could.
“I think that’s all I can take of role play for one night,” Cole said. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take this little hideaway servant and inflict my peculiar tastes upon her.”
From what she could tell, the other couples felt the same way. Daniel had finished spanking Julie, but she was still wiggling in his lap. Abby was sitting as still as a statue, though it sounded like she was muttering something in German.
“But, my lord,” Sasha said, as Cole lifted her into his arms,. “I never told you where the jewels were.”
“That’s okay,” he said, not even breaking stride. “I have something far more valuable.”
Chapter Eight
“I don’t get it.” Sasha looked in the mirror and pulled at the hem of the dress Cole had laid out for her to wear today. “I thought I was going to be a servant this week.”
He came up behind and stilled her hands. “Do I not have the right and authority to change my mind?”
His stare was piercing and she couldn’t look away. “You just rarely do, Sir.” To be honest, she really couldn’t think of any time he’d changed his mind, but she thought it best to err on the side of caution.
“That doesn’t mean I can’t. The fact of the matter is, we need six people to play croquet and Fritz had to leave.”
Not to mention, she thought, but didn’t say, with the other four people being couples, Fritz and Cole would look odd. Of course, she didn’t suppose either man cared very much what other people thought.
And she also supposed it didn’t matter that she’d never played croquet before because she was fairly certain Cole was the only one in the group who had. He’d also provided croquet outfits for everyone. The women were all wearing skirts, while the men wore what looked like golf outfits.
Cole lowered his lips to her neck. “We’ll pretend that Lord Johnson is completely taken by his servant and since he can’t get enough of her, he asked her to join him for an afternoon of croquet.”
“If he really wanted to make an impression, he’d know croquet wasn’t the way to her heart.”
“That’s only because she’s never played his way before.”
“She’s never played, period. And why would your way be any different?”
“Because my way is Dom Rules Croquet,” he whispered in her ear and then he gave her earlobe a sharp bite.
His words sent shivers down her spine, and a combination of arousal and excitement coiled in her belly.
“Leave it to you to find a way to make croquet kinky.” She tilted her head, giving him better access to her neck.
“It’s a gift.”
“Thank god.”
He laughed and doing so, his lips tickled her.
“Mmm.” She hummed. “We could stay here and be kinky inside.”
“Tempting, but we’ll save inside kink for later.”
“Promise?”
“Most assuredly.”
They were late meeting everyone outside. Though the white collared shirts and long shorts weren’t their normal style of dress, she had to admit the men looked pretty good. Abby and Julie must have just recently been told about Dom Rules Croquet, because they were both looking over the course with trepidation.
“I still don’t see how you can make it anything other than croquet,” Julie told Abby.
Abby raised an eyebrow. “Really? I’m more shocked it took them this long to do it.”
“Okay. True.”
“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Cole said and then winked at her. “My servant girl needed some extra encouragement.”
Her heart did the little extra skip thing it normally did when he looked at her that way.
He walked toward the playing area, stopping near a wooden box. “I set everything up this morning. Now, in regular rules, the purpose is to get your ball around the course in the proper order of wicket and stake.”
It sounded boring as hell to Sasha. Sort of like pool, but outside.
“But then I thought,” Cole continued to speak, “anyone can play croquet. Let’s do something completely different. I actually had plans to do more activities outside today, but in light of a particular neighbor who can’t take no for an answer, I decided we’ll just do this outside and move everything else inside.”
He had been less than delighted to hear about Mary Catherine’s unexpected visit the day before. But even he had to admit Abby had handled it brilliantly.
“For today,” he said, “we’re going to take turns. Every time you properly get a ball through a wicket, you get to pick something from this box. Fair warning, everything has been wrapped, so you won’t know what you get until you’ve already picked it.”
From the expressions on the men’s faces, Sasha suddenly had a good idea of where the men went the day before.
“It’s just the women picking? Right?” Daniel asked. “I don’t think it’ll be fair otherwise since we know what’s in the boxes.”
“Good point,” Cole said. “Nathaniel?”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Let’s get started,” Cole said.
Everyone agreed he should go first since he was he only one who’d ever played before.
“Not that it really matters,” Sasha said. “He’s not picking a box.”
He gave her a knowing wink and the game started. Abby was the first woman to get a ball through a wicket. She groaned and asked Nathaniel, “Do I have to?”
“No.” He crossed his arms. “But if you don’t pick, I will—and I helped wrap.”
With a resolute sigh that sounded completely fake, she walked to the box, reached in, and pulled out a brown paper package.
“Do I open now or wait?” She balanced it in her hands, then held it up to her ear and shook it.
“I think now,” Nathaniel said.
With an excitement that dispelled any notion she wasn’t looking forward to seeing what she’d picked, Abby tore through the paper and pulled out a blindfold.
“A blindfold.” She held it up. “Kind of boring. You had all morning yesterday and the best you could come up with was a blindfold?”
“Really?” Nathaniel asked.
“Yes,” Abby kept on, much to everyone’s surprise. “You’d think someone with all your experience could do better than that.”
“Is that a challenge?” Nathaniel asked. “