The McGilley Trilogy (31 page)

He should explain and make it easier for her, Colin thought as he watched her wiggle out of her dress, her wary eyes on his the whole time, but he was enjoying her confusion as much as her submission too much. Her unexpected arrival and surprising outburst right when he had been thinking about of the best way to convince her to give him a chance had thrown him for a loop. Now, all he wanted to do was bury is dick in her sweet pussy again as he brought her to climax over and over. Afterwards, they’d talk.

“Very good, Livie.” Completely naked, he never failed to be stunned by the immediate impact viewing her nudity had on his body. “I’m assuming you wish for me to remain your Dom?”

“Yes, Master,” she replied while keeping her eyes downcast, her hands clasped behind her and her feet spread.

“Excellent. Go retrieve the paddle Master Mitch just returned to the wall, bring it to me and bend over the bench.” Trusting her to do as instructed, he turned around and beckoned Donovan over. Since that night with Doug and Olivia, Colin had avoided getting involved in another ménage, but before they could start over fresh, both he and Olivia needed to put to rest the demons that had haunted both of them since then. “You in?” he asked simply when Donovan stepped next to him.

“Seriously?” Before Doug’s death, Donovan, and occasionally Brett, would often join Colin and whoever he happened to be playing with at the time, but it had been a long time since he had shown any inclination to resume that activity.

“No penetration, mouth only, if she’s willing.”

“I can live with that.”

Colin nodded, turned and saw Olivia draped over the bench, the paddle lying next to her. Picking it up, he caressed her soft cheeks as he told her, “Ten swats for your rude outburst in my club and not addressing me properly. I want you to count each one.”

Olivia nodded her head, bracing for the first blow as she wondered how he had turned the tables on her so quickly and efficiently. Her easy compliance to his demands without an explanation told her more than anything else could how ready and open she was to move on and give another relationship a try, especially with Colin. She couldn’t keep from crying out with the first smack, the quick burn almost making her forget to count. “One,” she breathed out softly then groaned as the second blow came quickly on her other buttock. “Two.” Now both cheeks had a telltale throb and pulsed with a blend of heat and discomfort. By the time he reached eight, her counts were whimpers, the slight burn had blossomed into pain and her whole backside felt like it was a mass of fiery pulses. When he dropped the paddle, she breathed a sigh of relief thinking he was going to forgo the last two, but instead, his hand snapped against her right cheek first then her left so fast she didn’t have time to count, then, when he replaced the painful swats with soothing caresses, she simply relaxed and enjoyed the arousal the pain and now his softer ministrations were building. With a hand softly exploring each buttock, she was lulled into complacency as her arousal grew with each stroke. When his fingers glided down and lightly grazed her slit, she moaned in response and need, her pussy clenching emptily as her hips shifted in growing frustration.

She was about to beg when Donovan’s voice came from the opposite side of Colin, his words shocking her into silence. “You did a good job, Colin. The color is a pretty shade of red, her skin warm, and,” he said as his fingers caressed her swollen folds intimately, “just enough pain to increase her pleasure. She’s very warm here too, and wet.”

Colin flipped her over and smiled reassuringly down at her. “What do you say, Olivia? Do you want Donovan to join us, oral only?”

Olivia swore after their last ménage she’d never indulge in another, but seeing the calm way Colin waited for her answer despite the tense look of need for this on his face coupled by a look of acceptance in his vivid green eyes if she refused, she knew she wouldn’t say no. Even though he hadn’t explained his change of attitude and their relationship was unresolved, she trusted him to know what was best, what she needed and could handle and she felt herself relax into full submission mode as her body agreed with this decision.

“I say I trust you, Master. Whatever you want is fine with me.”

Bending over her, he whispered against her lips, “Thank you, Livie.” After giving her a deep kiss, he pulled back and lifted her legs, bending her knees and bracing her feet on the bench as far apart as it would allow before strapping them down. Donovan silently strapped down her arms then kissed her also, a deep, mouth exploring kiss that Colin didn’t have a problem with.

When he lifted his head from her lips and kissed his way down to her right nipple, Colin ran his fingers over her damp flesh, barely slipping inside her sheath, smiling when she clamped spasmodically around him. They took their time playing with her, Colin fingering her pussy with three fingers, his slow shallow thrusts changing to deep, hard plunges as her juices increased and her clit swelled to a puffy, glistening nub. Her nipples were red, stiff peaks, the tips remaining damp as Donovan continually moved back and forth between them. When she was whimpering, struggling against her bonds, her vagina clutching like a vise around his fingers, he released his cock and withdrew a condom from his pocket.

“No, wait, Sir.” Olivia roused herself from the onslaught of pleasure building throughout her body and culminating between her legs when she saw the condom in Colin’s hand. Blushing, she managed to get out, “I mean, I’m protected and I want to feel you, all of you. I mean, if you don’t mind.”

Mind? What man minded feeling the bare flesh of a woman’s pussy folding around his bare cock, soaking his turgid length with her arousal and feeling the heat of her response? “No,” he replied hoarsely, “I don’t mind.” Nodding at Donovan, he slipped his hands under her buttocks, clenched the soft, still warm, still pink globes and used his thumbs to spread her buttocks near her anus as he filled her sweet pussy in one deep stroke, his eyes closing in sheer bliss.

Olivia’s moan of pleasure was barely out before Donovan lowered the head of the bench, dropping her head back, and releasing his cock. “Okay, Olivia?” he asked as he lightly stroked her lips.

“Okay.” Knowing Colin was there, the bare flesh of his cock stroking her with slow, deep thrusts was all the reassurance she needed to open her mouth for Donovan’s cock. She tried concentrating on bringing him pleasure, taking him as deep as she could, sucking strongly and stroking her tongue around his wide girth over and over, but as Colin pummeled her pussy with deep, hard plunges, one finger slipping into her anus to add to her pleasure, she found it increasingly difficult to focus. When he rooted out her clit and gave it a very light caress just as she was laving Donovan’s smooth cock head and licking his seeping slit, she damn near bit down on his sensitive flesh.

“Fuck,” Donovan muttered, glaring at Colin. “Lighten up a little, would ya? I’m feeling teeth up here.”

Colin smiled down into Olivia’s flushed face then slapped her mound. “Pay attention, sub.”

Eyes glazed with suppressed need and heightened arousal; she still managed to glare at him, the sight of her mouth working Donovan’s rigid flesh enough to have his own balls drawing tautly. Releasing her clit, he tempered his strokes, keeping them shallow enough to keep her climax hovering, but avoiding any direct contact with her clit that would send her over until he saw Donovan speed up his own thrusts and watched her throat work at swallowing his come as he erupted. His finger pushed harder up her rectum, stroking that sensitive orifice, feeling the hard shape of his cock through the thin wall separating them.

When Donovan pulled from her mouth, bent over her and gave her an upside down, tongue stroking kiss, Olivia breathed a sigh of relief at being free to now concentrate on letting go. Moaning into his mouth, she arched her breasts up into his exploring palms, groaning when he started kneading the soft mounds just as Colin resumed his deeper, harder thrusts. When his finger once again rooted out her clit and pressed it directly against his marauding cock, she exploded in pleasure, his thrusts increasing until she was grunting with the force of the body jarring plunges as she felt her walls ripple around his steely length, trying desperately to hold onto him as her body rode out the pleasure to mind numbing bliss.

Colin damn near saw black as she closed around him, damn near lost his balance as the pure pleasure of his climax started from his balls and ripped up through his cock to spew inside her in a volcanic flow of ecstasy. By the time he came to his senses, his body had automatically slowed down and was now caressing her slick sheath with mellow strokes until he could pull out of her completely.

As Donovan released her hands, Colin bent over her and said quietly, “I love you too,” before kissing her quickly and stepping back, not giving her a chance to reply. Tucking his cock away, he released her legs and helped her sit up. Taking her hand, he said, “Let’s talk.”

Part Three

Donovan & Anna

Chapter Nineteen

Donovan tucked his spent cock back in his jeans as he watched Colin lead a dazed and sated Olivia to a vacant armchair, appreciating the sight of her still red buttocks before Colin pulled her down onto his lap. When Colin wrapped his arms around her, a look of contentment on his face that he hadn’t seen in years, Donovan felt nothing but pleasure at seeing his brother finally happy. Leaving the bondage room, he went in search of Brett, but when he spotted his oldest brother cuddling Kayla on his lap, his look much the same as Colin’s, he suddenly felt a pang of envy and isolation. The three of them had always been close, and he owed both Brett and Colin more than familial gratitude for being there for him when he had returned home after being released from the hospital and the service. He owed them his life and his sanity. But with the addition of Kayla, and now Olivia, into their lives, he saw changes coming, changes that he would never be a part of.

Waving nonchalantly to Brett when he caught his attention, Donovan left the club and headed out to his truck, his need for his horses and his solitude taking precedence over everything else. His thoughts quickly turned to his mare, Belle, and worry for her agitated state took his mind off his brother’s good fortune and onto more pressing matters. Every once in a while, one of his horses slipped past his guard and, for inexplicable reasons, came to mean more to him than was wise. Champion, his prize stud of twelve years, named because of the foals he had sired that had grown to become champion show horses, was one of those horses, and now he was planning to keep Belle for himself despite the income he was giving up by retiring her from breeding. Even if he hadn’t decided months ago to make this her last pregnancy, the mare’s stress level since getting clipped by a car a few weeks ago was putting her health in jeopardy and that alone would have signaled the end to her breeding. His girl’s health came first, their money making offspring second.

Everything was quiet as he pulled into the stable yard, but as he got out of his truck and headed inside, he could hear a high pitched, stressful neigh coming from inside. Hurrying to Belle’s stall, he saw her pacing in circles, her sleek brown coat glistening with sweat, her tail raised high indicating she was in labor almost six weeks early. Stepping into the stall as he reached into his pocket for his phone, he talked soothingly to the agitated mare while waiting for the after-hours veterinary service to pick up.

“Easy girl,” he soothed as he stroked her soft nose. “This is Donovan McGilley. I need a vet at McGilley Farms a.s.a.p. I’ve got a mare in premature labor, and the way she’s acting, I think something’s wrong. Thank you.” Snapping the phone shut, he breathed a sigh of relief that a vet would be here as soon as possible. With all his experience in assisting with the birthing process when needed, he never attempted a difficult, potential life threatening birth without professional help.

Twenty minutes later, he heard a vehicle pull up and assumed it was Dr. Kingston, the vet filling in for Dr. Sevign. Relieved, he stepped out of Belle’s stall and was surprised to see a short curly redhead enter his stable and his first thought was she was too young to be of much use to him or Belle. What was Dr. Sevign thinking putting someone like this in charge of his clients, even temporarily?

Anna Kingston saw a tall, broad shouldered man standing in front of a stall halfway down the center aisle of one of the nicest, well maintained stables she had ever been in. Dim lighting allowed her to see enough of the stalls and horses to note the superb condition of both as she quickly headed his way, the stressful sounds coming from the mare in trouble urging her to a faster pace.

“I’m Dr. Kingston,” she stated brusquely, barely glancing at the man she assumed was Donovan McGilley. “What’s her name and how far along is she?”

Surprise held Donovan silent and immobile for about five seconds as the woman looked through him as if he wasn’t there, her sole focus on the horse as she stepped around him and entered Belle’s stall. He was used to two reactions from women, attraction and fascination, and wasn’t used to women ignoring him, including the scar that ran down the left side of his face. Even though he usually ignored both common reactions from women he was meeting for the first time, he was finding himself oddly piqued at Dr. Anna Kingston’s complete dismissal of him as a man. Shoving aside his bruised ego, he followed her into the stall and quickly found himself admiring the way all her concern and focus was on his beloved mare.

“Her name’s Belle and she’s barely at thirty eight weeks. She was clipped by a car a few weeks ago and has been stressed ever since.”

Anna sent him a look of chastisement over her shoulder as she set her bag down and laid a soothing palm on the mare’s heaving, extended belly. “You use artificial lighting to mate her out of season?” she asked coolly.

Her tone rankled, more so because Donovan happened to agree with her obvious disapproval of the practice of increasing light by using electrical lights in the stable to stimulate receptor centers in the brain which in turn triggered the production of reproductive hormones. Normally, this occurs naturally in the spring with the longer days of daylight which enables breeding to take place in the summer thus allowing for the birth the following year after 340 days gestation. Summer births are optimal for the health of both the mare and the foal since that’s when the most grass is available for grazing to help a mare’s milk supply, but for the first time, Donovan had caved to the artificial lighting practice to ensure a birth near January first, the official birthday of all Thoroughbreds. Ego and pride in producing several champions in the past had tempted him to switch tactics this one time, and if he discovers that has anything to do with Belle’s current problems, he knew he’d never forgive himself.