Her Highland Master (The Dungeon Fantasy Club Book 1) (10 page)

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Jared murmured as he strode into the library, observing the scene before him.

Zoey's body stilled under Declan's hands at Jared's words and went stiff. Declan could feel her urge to close herself off, embarrassment filling her limbs. They were going to work on this shyness of hers. The human body, and the subsequent pleasure thereof, was nothing to be ashamed of, and Declan continued stroking her, his fingers playing with her pussy. He didn't allow her time for anything but feeling pure desire.

"What do you want?" Declan asked Jared, never once relenting as he finger-fucked Zoey. Her body didn't relax against him, but she didn't push him away either as pleasure swamped her with his strokes. Jared's gaze narrowed, watching Declan's fingers slide in and out of her pussy, her lush body flushing as it neared orgasm.

"I'd love a taste of that gorgeous pussy," Jared said honestly. At those words, Zoey's vagina clenched around Declan's fingers as they speared her depths. Could his little sub want to experience pleasure with more than one man? Interesting. They'd have to explore it.

Giving Jared an arched look, Declan nipped Zoey's shoulder and asked her. "Lass, would you like that? Would you like Jared to eat your gorgeous pussy while I play with your breasts?"

She moaned and her eyes closed, her breaths coming in short, shallow pants. "Lass? Do you want two men to pleasure you?" Declan asked again.

Her nipples peaked harder as she replied. "Yes, Sir."

"Tell him to join us. Invite him." Declan held her, waiting for her to capitulate to his command.

Oh, holy hell.

Her body was bathed in a liquid fire that coiled tighter with each sure plunge of his fingers. Her release—the perfect peak of need she longed for—stalled as Declan stopped thrusting his fingers inside her, waiting for her to do his bidding. She whimpered at the lack of movement, needing surcease.

Her half-closed gaze was trained on Jared. His eyes had not left her pussy, but had watched Declan thrust his fingers inside her. Even when Declan's movements stilled, Jared didn't take his eyes from her. Hunger for her clouded his face. It was similar to when he had been fucking Sherry last night. Zoey felt her body clench around Declan's fingers at the memory. Jared looked like he wanted to eat her alive. She shuddered at the thought. Her sex tightened around Declan's fingers at the image of Jared tonguing her until she came.

"Zoey?" Declan murmured, sucking her earlobe into his mouth. Her eyes all but crossed at the pleasure coursing through her body.

"Please, Jared. Taste me," she begged, and was rewarded with Declan's long fingers thrusting inside her again. Jared's nostrils flared and he approached them. When he reached the couch, he knelt before her spread legs. He positioned her thighs, spreading them further apart so that each leg dangled far out over Declan's. Declan spread his legs as well to accommodate Jared's width, which made it so she couldn't move her lower body. Declan removed his fingers from her vagina, returning his hands to her breasts. Using her slick juices he rubbed them over her nipples, creating more friction.

Jared leaned forward, one hand on each of her thighs, spreading the lips of her vagina. He waited for no further invitation and tongued her clit in sharp flicks. She groaned, closing her eyes at the myriad sensations of buffeting her body.

"Keep your eyes open and watch him, or I will tell him to stop," Declan ordered.

Zoey whimpered. "Yes, Sir."

Opening her eyes, she stared down at Jared nestled between her thighs. His mouth hovered an inch from her nether lips, waiting until she met his eyes. The hunger she saw made her shiver and she felt her sex pulse.

"That's it, American lass. I'm going to make you come so hard the cook will hear you in the kitchen."

His lips latched onto her clit, sucking her into his mouth, and she could do nothing but ride the incredible waves of pleasure as they built. Declan tweaked, rolled, and pinched her nipples while Jared lashed his tongue over her clit, stroking her labia, dipping and thrusting into her vagina. Desire built inside her with each caress as Jared's tongue circled the sensitive clit, nipping it with his teeth, then slurping it into his mouth repeatedly.

Her world boiled down to these two men and the mind-numbing sensation of experiencing them both. Jared was just as experienced in oral sex as Declan was, licking, sucking, and driving her body to within a hair's breadth of release—only to back off and leave her whimpering.

Declan never stopped playing with her breasts. They felt like two engorged melons ready to burst, they were so swollen from his attention. She could feel his thick cock nudged up against her rear and knew that the only reason he wasn't hilt deep inside her was the barrier his pants created. A low keening of frustration built with every graze of Jared's tongue across her core. He circled the engorged nub, nibbled the swollen flesh, sending sparks of electricity lashing her core higher, making her insides coil tighter until she was strung out like a bow about to snap. If he would just give her a bit more friction she could come. The man actually started to back off, leaving her sobbing for release.

"Let her come, Jared. She's earned it," Declan murmured. Jared attacked her pussy with renewed vigor, lapping her clit, lashing it with his tongue. All of a sudden, she felt her body splinter.

"Oh, oh, oh," she cried. Her head fell back against Declan's chest and he pinched her nipples, causing more ripples of electricity to surge straight into her pussy. Jared continued sucking on her, lapping at her juices until her tremors subsided.

Jared swiped at her sex with his tongue one final time before he sat back on his heels, admiring his handiwork. He patted her mound, stood up, bent over her, and captured her lips in a drugging kiss. She tasted herself on his lips.

"Thank you." Jared pulled back and she could see the large, firm bulge in his pants. Zoey knew that Jared would like nothing more than to screw her brains out. What was more surprising was that she would let him. She wanted to feel the fullness of his erection.

Declan nuzzled her neck, pushing her forward slightly, and she heard the sound of his zipper, along with the foil wrapper of a condom. With a slight tilt of his hips, he settled her over the top of his large erection, and was pushing his way in past her swollen pussy lips until he was seated to the hilt. She groaned at the feel of his large penis inside her this way. His tip was touching her womb in a half pleasure, half pain way so that the two mingled together, taking her higher.

He held there, his erection thumping inside her as he pulled some restraints from inside the back of the couch cushions. He maneuvered her legs until she was straddling him in a kneeling position, and secured both of her feet on either side of him. Then he attached her wrists with a secondary restraint that pinned her arms at her sides.

Jared sat on the couch across from them, had undone his pants, and was holding his thick member in his hand, stroking himself.

"Watch him masturbate as I fuck you," Declan ordered and began thrusting inside her. Zoey couldn't move, could only feel as he moved her up and down on his thick cock. Jared stroked himself in time to Declan's thrusts as he began pounding inside her. There was something so carnal about watching Jared fist himself, stroking his hard length as Declan speared her depths with his erection. She felt her muscles clench around his penis. Zoey had leapt over the abyss of pleasure without looking where she would land. Desire ratcheted higher with each sure stroke of Declan's firm length shuttling in short brutal digs inside her. She wondered what Jared's cock might feel like in her mouth, licking her lips as she stared at the ruddy head with a silver bead of moisture at the tip.

Declan thrust hard, fiercely, and she moaned, keening as he kept his relentless pace, but still not allowing her to come. She needed the release, felt like she was crawling inside her skin, and if he could just…

Declan plunged his length and pinched her clit simultaneously and her world tilted as her orgasm barreled through her. Her body trembled; clasping, contracting around Declan's erection as he continued stroking his long cock inside her. But neither man had come yet. He bent her forward slightly as far as the restraints would allow and slammed his cock in short, brutally hard digs, his cock sliding against her g-spot at this angle. Each thrust hit that spot and she surrendered, allowing the pleasure to take over. She strained.

Jared was still fisting himself, rocking his hips, and growled. Declan plunged inside her, his fingers dug into her hips and he let loose, biting her shoulder as he pummeled her. His cock jolted and his straining orgasm sent her over the edge as his fingers pinched her clit, as he hammered his release, and she screamed. Her eyes glazed over.

"Ahhh." Jared came, spurting his seed in white jets on his chest.

Zoey slumped, her body lay limply against Declan's chest as he undid her restraints. He shifted her legs, her muscles cramped from the odd position, and he massaged them back to life as he slid from her body, repositioning her beside him on the couch. He cuddled her close and she sighed in sheer bliss.

Declan kissed her forehead. "There's a good lass."

They reclined in a delicious afterglow haze, snuggled together on the couch. Declan's pants were still undone, his shaft limp, and cum leaking slightly from the condom. But he had not divested himself of his clothes and she didn't have a stitch on.

Jared broke the spell. He stood, fastened his pants, then stripped his cum-soiled shirt off. He walked over to where she was cuddling with Declan on the couch. His hand grazed her cheek lightly before he spoke. "You're lovely, lass. Thank you." And he exited the room.

The afterglow extinguished, Declan helped her dress. Then he escorted her back to her room, depositing her in her bed, where she drowsily curled up with a yawn. So many orgasms had made her sleepy.

"Rest," he murmured. "I have some work to do today, but then I want you rested for tonight."

She moaned at the thought. He chuckled and gave her a brief kiss on the lips before leaving her to her own devices.

Chapter Six

Zoey awoke with a start, hearing a click of the bedroom door as it closed. Yawning, she rose, wrapping the robe around her nude body. Declan seemed able to get her out of her clothes in record time. She'd spent more time here undressed than clothed. She noticed a stack of attire on the loveseat. Getting out of bed, she padded over to it.

They were her clothes! How did they get there? And, by the looks of it, it wasn't everything from her suitcase.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in," she called.

Sherry opened the door toting Zoey's toiletries bag, her purse, which she thought she'd dropped on her hike somewhere, and another small stack of her clothes. "Here you are. Master Declan said you might like to know that Jared recovered your possessions from the rental car. They were frozen and we have been working to repair them for you as best we can. This is what we have been able to retrieve thus far."

"Thank you so much. This is great. And Declan mentioned you had loaned me some of your clothes until I could get my own and I wanted to thank you," Zoey said.

"Us subs have to stick together right? Otherwise the Masters would keep us naked at all times. Can't let them think they have the upper hand all the time, now can we?" Sherry grinned.

Zoey couldn't help but return the warm-hearted smile. "Right," she responded. So, Sherry was a sub, too.

"Let me know if I can get you anything else. Master D said you can have whatever you want."

He did, did he? He had mentioned an indoor pool, Zoey thought, fingering her bikini. She had packed it on a whim. Now she was glad she trusted her instincts. On more than one account.

"Do you think I could have lunch in the pool area? I'd love to go for a swim, but I'm a little hungry."

"Certainly, tell me what you would like and I can have Mrs. Stewart whip it up for you," Sherry said, eager to please.

"A chicken spinach salad with some fruit would be sheer heaven. If that's not too much trouble." Zoey hated making extra work for people, even if it was their job.

"None at all. Do you know where the pool is?"

"I think so, I did a little tour last night. It's on the first floor, west, past the kitchens, right?" Zoey hoped Sherry didn't notice the blush she felt spreading at the mention of the previous night.

"You've got it. I will meet you there in, say, fifteen minutes." Sherry beamed.

"Perfect. Thanks," Zoey replied, thinking how lucky she had been to get stranded on Declan's mountain. She had a luxurious room, maid services, and could have made to order meals at any time, day or night. A girl could get used to this type of lifestyle very fast.

Sherry nodded, exiting the room. Zoey dressed in her black bikini with shimmering blue swirls. It didn't hide the small bruises on her hips from Declan's 'tender' ministrations. Just thinking about him, her blood pulsed and spiked to life. Putting the great big black monstrosity of a robe on, she hurried down to the pool area.

The room was the size of a small gymnasium, but so much nicer. It was tiled and designed to resemble the inside of a Greek temple, with ivory columns and carvings of Greek deities decorating the walls. The pool itself was a shimmering blue lake, roughly half the size of an Olympic pool, and titled to resemble the dark blue waters of the Mediterranean sea. There were black lounge chairs and tables placed near the entrance. At the far opposite end of the room, overlooked by a life-sized white marble statue of Aphrodite, was a bubbling hot tub.

Zoey tested the water with her toes, finding it pleasantly heated. This was luxury, this was what wealth could buy. She had the entire pool area to herself. A heated indoor pool while outside there were piles of snow. She felt a bit like Alice in that she had fallen down a rabbit hole and into a world of fantasy. All the stress and strain from recent years was beginning to recede, almost like they were a bad dream. Except the fantasy would end when her week in Scotland was over.