Passion's Fury (The Doms of Passion Lake Book 2) (15 page)

Kylie considered for a minute, then smiled.  “I think that would be an excellent idea.”

The men’s relief at her answer was palpable.  “Great.  How does tomorrow sound?  I’ve arranged for them to join us for tea at Granny Grace’s.”

“Oh, my God,” she exclaimed.  “I can’t go to Granny Grace’s!  I don’t have anything to wear!”

“Nonsense.  You can wear what you’re wearin’.”

“Does Granny Grace have little round tables covered with white linen tablecloths?”

Simon frowned.  “I believe so, yes.”

“And candles and flowers in the center?”

“Again, yes.”

“Is the floor carpeted?  Are there sconces on the walls?  Do the menus have tassels?”

The three men looked at each other and shrugged.

“It’s an elegant, refined setting,” Kylie wailed.  “I can’t go in there looking like a ragamuffin.”

“A raga—“

“At the very least I need pants long enough to cover my legs.  A dress would be even better.”

Caleb scratched the back of his head.  “Okay, sugar, I’ll take care of it.  I need to go by the office anyway.”

“I can’t afford much,” she began, only to be stopped by Ash’s finger on her lips.

“You just let us worry about that, baby.  As long as you’re in this house, you’re our responsibility.  It is our privilege to look after you, and you’re gonna let us do it, yeah?”

Biting her lip, she nodded, outwardly accepting the inevitable.

“Good.”  Caleb smiled.  “Glad that’s settled.  I’ll be back in around an hour.”  He bent down and curled his fingers under her chin, lifting her face for a swift kiss.  “Don’t worry, sugar.”  He smiled down at her.  “I’ll bring you something pretty.”

She backed down gracefully.  “Okay.  Thank you.  But you don’t know what size to get.”  He just grinned, then turned and strode out of the room.  “Okay,” she yelled after his retreating figure, “but when this is all over and I get a job, I’m going to pay you back!”

Simon and Ash laughed.  “You tell him, baby,” Ash said.  “He’s much too bossy anyway.”

“An affliction from which you all seem to suffer,” she said dryly.

“Darlin’, you have no idea.”  Simon leaned down and scooped her up off the couch.

Kylie put her arms around his neck and smiled up into his twinkling blue eyes.  “We going somewhere?”

“Just to the bathroom.”

“You have to pee?”

“No, but you probably do.”  He carried her out into the foyer to a door under the stairs.  It opened to reveal a fairly spacious, beautifully decorated powder room with an elegant pedestal sink and a period toilet, the kind with the water tank on the wall above the seat.  “You wanna pull down your pants before I set you down?” he added when he felt her hesitation, “keepin’ in mind that we’ve already seen every part of you, so you have nothing to be shy or modest about.  I know this is all very new to you, darlin’, but bein’ able to see every part of you pleases us.  We love lookin’ at you—all of you.  Many submissives are only allowed to wear clothes when they leave the house.  Otherwise they are kept naked.”

“Yeah, I read that.”  She shook her head.  “It’s hard to imagine.”

“I think talkin’ to Sarah and Leah will help you gain a better understanding.  Pull your pants down and I’ll put you on the toilet.”

After a bit of awkward wiggling and squirming, Kylie managed to get her shorts down below her butt cheeks while he continued to hold her.  Then he lowered her onto the seat.  “I’ll go get you a wet wipe for cleanin’ your hands.”

“Lord, I hate being so helpless!” she lamented.  “I hate being such a bother to all of you.”

He gave her a stern look.  “We will discuss this when I get back,” he said and left the room.

She sighed and relieved herself, doing her best to wipe herself without placing her feet on the floor—no easy task, she discovered.  Rolling back and forth from hip to hip, she managed to tug her shorts back into place.  She looked up when Simon returned and took the wet wipe he handed her.  “I’m sorry,” she said, “I’m just so damn frustrated.  I’m not used to having to depend on others for even the simplest, everyday things.”

Simon hunkered down so his face was on the same level as hers.  “We’re a team, darlin’.  We work together to help each other.  We wouldn’t have it any other way.  We love lookin’ after you.  If you were never able to walk again, we would still do exactly what we’ve been doin’.  Now.  In your homework, what did you read about obedience?”

“Um.  Obedience equals pleasure?”

“And disobedience?”

She just stared at him blankly.

“Punishment,” he answered for her.

Punishment!  Holy shit!  There was that word again.  It had to be a joke, right?  Surely grown men did not punish grown women!  It was unthinkable. 
“So, what’re you going to do, spank me?”

“That is a very distinct possibility.”

“You’re joking, right?”

One black eyebrow hiked toward his hairline.  “Do I look like I’m jokin’?”

Actually, he didn’t.  His face was impassive, making him seem suddenly cold and remote.  “The choice of punishment is entirely up to us.  So far we have asked you to do two things.  To stop puttin’ yourself down because of your issues with weight.  And to stop frettin’ because you think you’re bein’ a burden.  How do you think you’re doin’ so far?”

She looked sheepish.  “Not very well.”

“You’ll have to do better.  For the last time, we have no problem with your weight, and lookin’ after you is not a burden.  So, the next time you express either of those non-existent concerns there are likely to be consequences, okay?”

“Okay.”  She grimaced.   “Sorry.”

He straightened and scooped her up off the toilet all in one graceful, powerful move.  “Now, put your arms around my neck and give me a kiss.”

“Gladly.”  She did as she was told and found herself sinking against him and moaning into his mouth as he claimed hers with consummate skill and passion.  When they finally drew apart, they were both having difficulty breathing. 

Simon managed a lopsided grin and carried her out of the bathroom.

They talked until Caleb returned carrying a pink shopping bag with the logo,
Granny Grace’s Tea Shoppe and Toy Emporium
embossed on it in ornate silver letters.  Inside was a turquoise sundress made of gauzy cotton fabric.  It had a full, flirty skirt and a loose, blousy bodice with cap sleeves and a scooped neck.

Kylie just touched it with reverent fingers, looking up at Caleb.  “Thank you,” she breathed.  “It’s beautiful.  Just perfect for afternoon tea at a fine restaurant.”

They spent the rest of the evening playing Texas Hold ’Em and polishing off Katie’s fabulous banana pudding.  By the time Ash finally put the cards away, all the Cheerios were in front of Kylie.  She pumped her fists up and down and bounced in her chair like Rocky.

“Don’t gloat,” Simon said sourly.  “It’s not attractive.”

“You’re just a sore loser,” she retorted, sticking her tongue out at him.

“Ooooh,” Ash remarked, eyes twinkling with mischief.  “I see a bratty little sub who’s badly in need of a little Dominance.”

Dominance! 
Her eyes widened.  “Who?  Me?”

“Yes.  You.”  Ash bent to pick her up and carry her upstairs.  She grabbed the sides of his head and pressed her mouth against his.  After recovering from his initial surprise at her show of initiative, he took his time, tasting, sipping, getting to know her flavors, her textures, dragging open-mouthed kisses back and forth across her lips, her cheeks, her eyes.  Kisses that heated her blood and melted her bones in an inferno of lust.

When he was done, he pressed his forehead against hers, his gaze piercing hers as though he were trying to see into her very soul.  “Jesus, baby, for someone new to kissin’, you sure are damn good at it.”  He drew a deep breath, filling his lungs to capacity before slowly letting it back out.  “Okay, baby, here’s the plan.  The three of us are gonna take you upstairs and fuck you until you think you’re gonna die of pleasure.  Unless you say your safe word right now.”

She lifted a languid hand and cupped his cheek.  This was something she’d been thinking about ever since they’d given her those BDSM websites to read. Something she was now certain she was more than ready for. Just the thought of these three hot, hunky, bad-ass men making love—no,
fucking
her—had her so aroused, she was literally tingling with anticipation, as if a live wire was being passed over her skin. The look she gave Ash, half-lidded and smoldering, was pure seduction.  “It’s nice to have plans.”

The sweep of her tongue across her lips wrenched a groan from Ash’s throat. “Oh, baby, you have no idea.” He turned and started toward the stairs, followed closely by Simon and Caleb.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Ash carried her into the bathroom and set her down on the toilet.  “Peein’ first,” he said with a wink, pulling her shorts down to her knees before she could utter a word of protest, “followed by hot, naughty, nekkid sex.”

Oh, yeah. 

Quickly squeezing a roll of toothpaste onto her toothbrush, he handed it to her, then left her alone to pee and brush her teeth.

When she was done, she called him through a mouth full of toothpaste foam, but it wasn’t Ash who came back through the door.  It was Caleb.

He took the toothbrush from her and handed her an empty plastic cup.  “Spit.”

He then handed her a cup filled with water so she could rinse her mouth while he rinsed off the toothbrush in the sink, scrubbing his thumb across the bristles.  When he was done rinsing out the plastic cups, Simon joined them carrying a stainless steel bowl and a couple of towels.  Caleb bent down and pulled her shorts the rest of the way off.  When she made a tiny sound, he just leveled a look at her—a scorching, heated, possessive look—and said, “Can’t have hot, naughty, nekkid sex if you’re not nekkid.”

“Good point.”

He pulled the purple knit tee top over her head.  Then he lifted her, but instead of carrying her out into the bedroom, he set her down right in the middle of the long marble counter.  Fortunately Simon had covered the cold marble with one of the towels, so she was spared that particular shock.

She was not, however, spared the shock of seeing him swirling a shaving brush around the inside an old-fashioned ceramic mustache cup. 
Oh, my God!  They really
are
going to shave me down there!

Caleb and Ash flanked him.  “Lean back on your hands, baby,” Ash instructed.  “Normally we’d have you place your feet flat on the edge of the counter, but we don’t want to re-injure your feet.  So this time we’ll just hold your legs apart instead.”  At Simon’s nod, Ash and Caleb each grabbed a leg beneath her knee and spread them wide open, revealing her entire vulva, from her clit at the top to her puckered asshole at the bottom, already glistening with feminine juice.  Cold air brushed across her wet skin, sending goose bumps rippling up her spine.

“Oh, look at that,” Simon said, touching his fingertips to her labia, waltzing them through the furrow of her slit.  “You are so wet and ready for us, aren’t you, darlin’?”  He moved to stand between her legs.  “Beautiful,” he murmured, bending at the waist to place his lips against her clit, sucking gently until she threw back her head and released a shuddering moan.  “And delicious, too.  I could feast on this pussy all day.  But it will be even more beautiful and delicious once I’ve removed all this hair.”  He loaded the brush with foamy suds and slathered it all over her mound, her labia, even her anus, its tickling touch making her squirm.  Then he picked up a safety razor.  “Okay, darlin’, I need you to hold real still for me.  I don’t want to cut that beautiful, pink skin.”

Pulling her skin taut between his thumb and forefinger, he stroked the razor right down the center of her mound, removing a swath of dark, curly hair.  He handed the razor to Caleb, who swished it through the water in the stainless steel bowl before handing it back.

Kylie watched, fascinated, as her pubic hair slowly disappeared, even those few stray hairs down by her anus, leaving nothing but glistening pink skin behind.

“Now
that
,” Caleb said admiringly, dropping the razor in the bowl of soapy water, “is a pretty sight.”  He and Ash released her legs, but Simon still stood between them, keeping them apart.

“Now for the touch test,” he murmured, bending again and placing his mouth against the top of her mound.  He proceeded to sweep his tongue across every inch of her newly-exposed skin, sending her arousal spiking off the charts.

Her breath was coming in short, sharp pants, her back arching as she succumbed to the pleasure rippling through her.

Simon raised his head, looking up at her through half-lidded eyes dark and glazed with lust.  His face shone with her juices.  “Perfect,” he said, palming her mound and running his two middle fingers through her sopping slit, gathering her slick syrup.  “You are perfect.  The perfect woman.  The perfect sub.  And you’re all ours.”  On the word “ours” he plunged his fingers into her vagina, forcing a sharp cry from the back of her throat.

Her neck and back arched, thrusting her breasts forward into Caleb’s and Ash’s waiting hands.  As they plumped and kneaded her generous flesh, pinching and twisting and tugging on her nipples, they were also busy dropping gentle kisses on her closed eyes, down the curves of her cheeks, along her jawline.  Then on her lips, first Ash, then Caleb, back and forth between the two of them.

The breath shivered from her lungs.  Pleasure shimmered through her entire body from every contact point as Simon finger-fucked her, suckling and nibbling her clit, building her orgasm until her body seized in an explosion that ripped her apart with pleasure.  Her scream echoed around them as they kept the pleasure going through continual gentle touches, kisses, and dirty words whispered into her ear.

‘That’s it, baby, that’s it,” Ash murmured as her body continued to spasm.  “Take your pleasure. 
Fuck
, you’re so gorgeous when you come like that.  I can’t wait to fuck your little cunt and feel all those grippin’ muscles milkin’ the cum outta my cock.”

When her body finally slumped in satiation, Simon backed away, his fingers departing from her cunt with a slurping sound.  “Okay, darlin’, that’ll have to hold you for a while.”

Huh?  What? 
Lifting her head with effort, she just stared at him, confused, watching as he emptied the basin full of soapy, hairy water into the toilet, then rinsed it out as Ash patted her dry.

Caleb picked her up from the counter and carried her limp body out into the bedroom.  He held her while Simon and Ash undressed, ripping their shirts off, shoving their jeans down their legs, stepping out of them and their boots at the same time.

Kylie’s first glimpse of Simon’s cock evaporated all the moisture in her mouth. 
Oh, my God! 
As she stared at it, her tongue came out in an attempt to moisten her lips.  His cock was thick and wide, heavily-veined, and nearly purple with engorged blood. His scrotal sac hung below the even thicker base like ripe fruit hanging from a tree limb. White pre-cum oozed from the tip, like ice cream melting down the outside of a cone.  She wanted to lap it up.  Her eyes moved up over his flat stomach, the bumpy landscape of his abs to his prominent pecs.  The slashing scar angling down his ribcage was a shock.  As was the solid gold ring through his right nipple. 
Holy shit!
  Simon Rafferty, with his powerful build, his roguish two-day growth of beard, and his nipple ring, was stunning.  An undeniable work of art.

He crawled onto the bed, arranged the pillows against the slatted headboard and sat down, leaning back against the pillows.  He spread his feet outward and bent his knees letting them fall open.  His cock rose straight up like a flag pole.

He was completely hairless, leaving Kylie to wonder if he shaved himself down there.  Or did he wax?  A shiver ran through her as she tried to imagine waxing that tender area. 
Holy shit that must hurt like a son-of-a-bitch!

The moisture came flooding back to Kylie’s mouth, forcing her to swallow.  She’d never seen a man’s cock before except in the photos on the websites she’d studied earlier.  It had always been dark when Brad had had sex with her, almost as if he didn’t want to look at her.  So she’d never seen his cock.  But she had felt it and she knew without a shadow of a doubt that it paled in comparison with Ash’s and Simon’s cocks.  Just the thought of taking something that big inside her was daunting, to say the least.

Ash walked around to the far side of the bed and stood at Simon’s right foot, facing sideways.  His cock was identical to Simon’s.  He was holding it in his hand, slowly stroking it up and down.

Holy fuck!  He’s pleasuring himself!  For all of us to watch! 
Kylie’s mouth went dry again.  That was one of the hottest things she’d ever seen!  Forcing herself to tear her gaze away from the lascivious sight, she let it wander upward.  The gold nipple ring through Ash’s left nipple was the mirror image of Simon’s. 
Fuck
, these men were
hot
!  Wide shoulders, broad chests with a dusting of crisp, curly black hairs, six-pack abs, flat bellies, prominent v-cuts.  Their muscular arms, also dusted with black hairs, were corded with heavy veins, their thighs powerful, their skin deeply tanned.

She licked her lips.  She wanted to touch them, wanted to warm herself in the heat of their bodies, wanted to taste every inch of their bronze satin skin, and inhale their rich, earthy scents.  It was not lost upon her that these were all things that, up to this point in her life, she’d never even
considered
wanting to do to a man.
Any
man.  For the first time in her twenty-eight years, she found herself desperately wanting to taste a man’s cock.  She wanted to lick it like a lollipop and take it inside her mouth and feel its power as cum surged through it and burst from the tip against the back of her throat. 
Holy fuck!  Where had
that
vision come from?

From those naughty websites, you pervert.  Where do you think?  These men are going to turn your life upside down.  Alter your very perception of who you are and what you want from life!  Are you sure you’re ready for that?  Because if you’re not, now is the time to say so.

Kylie was silent as Caleb maneuvered her around and placed her on the bed between Simon’s legs, with her back to his front.  Simon reached forward and put his hands beneath her arms, pulling her backward, up onto his lap, his rigid cock aligned with her ass crack.  She wiggled her hips, feeling her ass cheeks part around him, nestling him between them.  He pulled her torso back against his chest.  Her body was a sponge, soaking up the heat emanating from his skin, luxuriating in his different textures, the crisp roughness of his chest hairs against her back, the silken smoothness of his skin.  “Hands over your head, darlin’.  Grab the bars in the headboard and don’t let go.”

Biting her lip, Kylie lifted her arms up and clasped her hands around two of the wooden slats, a move which arched her back and thrust her breasts forward.  It was such a lascivious position, it sent her belly plummeting and juice gushing from her pussy, which was still tingling from the orgasm she’d just been given.

With a low groan, Simon closed his hands over those luscious breasts, dragging his palms across her pebbled nipples, sending little mewls of pleasure shuddering from her throat. He couldn’t prevent another groan.  “Christ, darlin’, you are so gorgeous
! 
And so fuckin’ responsive!”
 
He tried to swallow, but his mouth was dry, as parched as the Mojave Desert.  His chest felt as if an iron band was being tightened around it.

He watched her eyes drift shut.  She arched her back, grinding her breasts hard against his hands, seeking more of the pleasure he was giving her.  He squeezed and plumped and kneaded the pillowy flesh, all the while taking his lips and tongue on an excursion up the sweep of her neck, around the sensitive whorl of her ear, making her shiver and giggle and throw her head back against him.  But his favorite spot was the graceful curve where her neck met her shoulder.  The skin there was so smooth, he couldn’t resist giving it a little bite, making her cry out before soothing it with sweeps of his tongue.  When he lifted his head to look at it, he was pleased to note that he’d left his mark.

Kylie felt the mattress dip and opened her eyes to see Ash crawling up the center of the mattress, a roguish grin on his face.  He stopped at her feet.  Without volition, her legs parted and he crawled between them and sat on his heels.  As if he couldn’t help himself, his hand lifted toward her.  “What a beautiful little pussy,” he said admiringly, rubbing the tip of his forefinger up and down her labia.  “All pink and swollen and shiny, ready for cock.”  His fingers began dancing up and down her cleft, toying with her clit, teasing the entrance to her vagina.

Then Caleb stepped up to the bed, taking the spot Ash had vacated.

Oh.  My. God! 
Kylie’s heart stopped beating and the breath died in her lungs.  Muscular, powerful, perfectly proportioned, Caleb Rafferty was magnificent!  A prime example of pure, primitive alpha male.  In another life, another time he would have been a gladiator or a Spartan, possibly even Leonidas himself.  Now that he was naked, Kylie could see why she thought of him as bigger than his brothers.  He
was
bigger than his brothers with a raw, barbaric edge they simply didn’t have, although they were certainly no slouches in the barbaric edge department.  The entire left side of Caleb’s chest, shoulder and upper arm were covered with a primitive, black, tribal tattoo, full of swirls and sharp, blade-like points.  From the looks of it, it most likely continued down his back and across his left shoulder blade.

Her eyes roamed over his powerful chest, the muscles rippling in his arms and belly as he slid toward her on his knees, the deep definition of his abs, his taut belly, his v-cut, his—she gasped out loud.  Her hands flew to her mouth.

Oh.

My.

God!