Lessons and Lovers (21 page)

But what none of the trio expects is that their intense, steamy threesome will quickly deepen into a bond that's a lot more than just simply fabulous sex.

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I must be insane. I don't know these men.
But even as she thought it, she parted her lips and accepted Marcus's tongue. It was the painting that reassured her, the tenderness she'd seen in it, and the care shown by the men for the woman between them. There was a verisimilitude about it, an aura of true affection for all its raunchiness.

Marcus's hand slid around the back of her neck, lightly holding her, the masterful quality of his fingertips making her shudder at her core. He was an artist, skilled in touch and exactitude, but even as his tongue stroked hers, she felt other lips, and another tongue, touch her bare shoulder where it was exposed by her strappy summer dress.

If Marcus was the flamboyant, daring artist, what did Owen bring to the mix? She might have said safety, but that sounded too tame. He was just as hot and sexy a man as his lean dark friend.

A hand settled on her hip -- Owen's, from behind her -- fingers curving to ruck up the thin fabric of her skirt. As the hem crept up, Marcus's tongue became more insistent, thrusting deep, the rapid stabbing action rudely provocative. He cradled her face in both hands, owning her with the thorough, devouring kiss.

Katie didn't know what to do with her hands, who to touch. Her body was peculiarly inert yet energetic, like a vibrating vessel waiting to be filled, a fresh white canvas on which great art would be created. She let her hands drop to her sides, and gave herself over to their hands -- the two men who were going to make extravagant love to her.

Owen wasted no time with her skirt. He pushed it up, exposing her thigh, then the curve of her buttock in her skimpy thong. Still kissing her shoulder, he cupped one lobe of her bottom in his entire hand and squeezed hard, making her moan. The sound was a gift to Marcus from his lover, and the younger man seemed to draw it into himself, increasing the authority of his kiss.

Katie had never felt so manipulated, and yet at the same time so powerful. Energy flowed into her through Marcus's mouth, and Owen's exploring hand, making her blood sing and her sex flutter and ache to be filled. To be touched... Whatever... Unable to control herself, she wriggled on the couch, trying to assuage her gathering arousal.

"Yes," hissed Marcus vaguely, allowing her freedom of her mouth for a moment, before plunging in again. This time, he gripped her neck only with one hand, and the other, he let slide down to her breast, where he plucked her nipple between finger and thumb, rolling it firmly through the cotton of her bodice.

Beside herself, Katie moaned again, moving restlessly. As if the touch to her breast had activated her somehow, she raised her hands, tugging at the straps of her dress, pulling them down over her shoulders to bare herself. Working together, knowing what to do by instinct, Marcus helped her, reaching around the back to unzip her. Between them, they stripped the cotton frock to her waist without ever once breaking the kiss.

He was still kissing her, still devouring her with tongue and lips, when Owen suddenly abandoned her bottom, and reached up to unsnap her light strapless bra, whip it off, then fling it away.

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A BDSM love story in three acts

When Megan meets Sebastian Holmwood at a fancy dress party, she little realizes how her life is going to change. Sebastian is a beautiful and unusual man with an irresistible dark mystique about him. The glint in his silver blue eyes, and the velvet rasp of his deep baritone voice make her want to do crazy things. Suddenly she finds herself longing to play perverse erotic games almost beyond her imagination. She wants Sebastian to spank her, touch her, dominate her, take her over in every way possible... and she knows that with him, the pleasure she earns will blow her mind.

Sebastian Holmwood is a dominant master who's never quite found his perfect submissive... until he meets Megan, dressed as Little Bo Peep, and carrying a crook that looks suspiciously like a punishment cane. Something about Megan's blend of naivety and mischief, and her bold willingness to follow his lead, speak to his dominant soul as a never before, and he knows he won't rest until he's spanked her and much, much more.

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Mozart played on softly, but all of a sudden I was in a new and surreal dimension. Sebastian Holmwood could control me with the very slightest gesture, and as he walked smoothly towards the settee, then sat down just a yard or so away from me, I turned to face him, my head meekly bowed. He was lower than me, seated whilst I was standing, but in all things he had the upper hand.

"So, Megan Chambers, do you want to understand? Our friends downstairs are woefully ignorant. You know that, don't you?" He reached out, took hold of both of my hands, and then held them in one of his. He let his free hand slide lightly down my hip, tracing its approximate shape through my costume's fluffy petticoats. Sensing that he required it, I looked up and met his eyes, realizing he was a little older, and far wiser, than I'd originally thought he was. I nodded, knowing instinctively what I'd let myself in for, and feeling both fear and curiosity in equal parts.

"Good," he said with a thoughtful smile, then let his hand slip beneath my skirt and petticoats. "Are you wearing anything beneath these?" He plucked at the long, lace trimmed mock Victorian pantaloons that peeked out from beneath my hem, then flattened his hand, slipped it upwards, and cupped the rounded cheek of my bottom.

"N... No," I quavered as he squeezed. I'd expected to get the costume grubby at the party, and as I'd be laundering the whole thing anyway, I'd decided to be naughty and go without any extra knickers.

"Excellent!" His eyes gleamed. "Now lift up all these skirts up for me. There's a good girl." He released my hands and nodded to my Bo Peep dress and all the frippery beneath it.

"But..."

Sebastian didn't speak, but his cool old-fashioned look spoke volumes. Trembling, I reached for my hem, then hauled up my skirts and held the whole lot in a haphazard bunch at my waist.

"Back and front," he specified. I obeyed with a graceless scrabble, and then closed my eyes as he gripped my pantaloons, whipping them down to my knees with one smooth, efficient jerk.

"Lovely," he said softly. I could almost feel the weight of his gaze on the curly triangle of my sex, like a radiant therapy that made my hidden folds heat. "Now turn around for me."

Shuffling, I presented my bottom, keenly aware of its plump, curvaceous shape.

"Perfect." His voice was a whisper and I heard the leather upholstery creak as he shifted position. I was quite disappointed that he didn't try to touch me.

"Turn again."

I complied.

"Open your eyes."

Again, I did as I was told, aware that my whole face was one big blush.

Sebastian was sitting comfortably on the sofa, his posture strong-looking, his knees spread a little apart. "Do you know what to do?" he asked. The gleam in his eyes was like starlight.

I bit my lip. I knew, but I couldn't say it.

"Come on. It's easy. Come across my knee. I won't bite you."

I wasn't worried about him biting.

Slowly, cautiously, I laid myself across his lap, letting his hands guide me into exactly the right position. My balance seemed precarious, and I felt vulnerable and dizzy, with my head down and my bottom rudely up. I couldn't imagine how I'd let myself get into this pickle. What the devil had I been thinking of? One minute I'd been flirting lightly with a moderately attractive man; and the next I was face down across his knee, about to let him spank my bare buttocks. How could I have been so reckless, so foolish? How could I have been so completely insane?

The answer was that against all reason, I trusted Sebastian Holmwood; perhaps more than I'd ever trusted anyone in my life.

And I moaned like a wanton, as if it had been all my idea in the first place, when Sebastian started touching me.

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Copyright 2013 Portia Da Costa.

This story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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Please be aware that these stories contain sensual content that is only suitable for adult readers who are comfortable with frank language and descriptions of erotic scenarios. LESSONS AND LOVERS is an escapist erotic fantasy. If they existed in the real world, my characters would always use condoms.

Lessons and Lovers was originally published by Ellora's Cave, both digitally and in print