Returning to Her Master

“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.”