Pleasure Bound

He took her hand in his. “Let’s go.” He led her down the hall toward the elevator at a quick pace, clearly as full of anticipation as she was.

A few moments later, they approached the dark brown door labeled CHANGING ROOM. Ty punched in the combination, then pulled open the door. Inside was a tiled area with change rooms on the right and a glassed-in area on the left. Beyond the glass, they could see the pool surrounded by lounge chairs. They walked toward the glass doors and pushed them open. The humidity and the distinct smell of chlorine hit them as soon as they stepped inside.

Marie tossed her towel onto one of the chairs by the edge of the pool, then untied her sarong and tossed it on top. She glanced around, wondering where Zeke was. Or if he was here at all.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure he’s watching,” Ty murmured.

Despite the warmth of the room, her nipples peaked at the thought. Zeke would be watching every move they made.

Ty pulled off his white T-shirt, revealing his rippling abs and broad shoulders. He tossed it on a chair, then turned and walked toward the concrete steps leading into the pool. Her gaze lingered on the colorful phoenix tattoo across his back as he walked down the concrete steps into the crystal water. Very sexy.

Continuing to watch him, Marie settled on the side of the pool, dangling her legs into the water. It was cooler than the air, sending goose bumps racing along her skin.

Ty smiled as he walked toward her. He stopped in front of her and stroked his hands up her thighs, sending heat along her nerve endings.

“Are you ready to get … wet?”

His fingers stroked along the edge of her bikini bottom, near the crotch.

Oh God, she was already getting wet.

> He dropped back in the water and swam backward.

“Go stand on the diving board,” he said, with that note of authority.

She stood up and walked along the side of the pool toward the deep end, extremely conscious of Ty watching her behind shift from side to side as she walked.

And what angle was Zeke watching her from?

She stepped up to the diving board and stood on it, facing Ty in the pool. He treaded water, watching her.

“Remove your top,” he said.

She shivered and glanced around, suddenly wondering if anyone might actually walk in on them. But Ty had assured her his friend could be trusted.

“Yes, Master.” She reached behind her and unclasped her top. The elastic around her chest loosened.

Slowly, she peeled the fabric from her breasts and tossed it aside. Her nipples hardened and thrust forward. He stared at her bare breasts with frank male appreciation.

“Now, touch those beautiful breasts of yours.”

She cupped her hands under her breasts and lifted them, then stroked over her hard buds, dragging her fingertips back and forth. Quivering pleasure rippled through her.

“Lovely. Now slide one hand inside your bottoms.”

She slid her right hand down her body to the edge of the fabric, then slipped underneath the small V of her bottoms. The small patch of pubic curls tickled her fingers as she continued downward. She stroked over the folds of flesh, then over her slit.

“Push your fingers inside and tell me what you feel.”

She slid two fingers inside and found slick, wet flesh.

“It’s hot. And very wet.” And touching herself like this felt very good.

“Take off your bottoms.”

“Yes, Master.”

She slid them off, then tossed them aside. Ty’s hot gaze seared her flesh. And she could imagine she felt Zeke watching her. Maybe his cock was hard and ready just from seeing her standing here stroking herself. Maybe he wanted to race over here and drive his hard cock into her.