The Pleasure Series: Complete Box Set (34 page)

I waited until I was already in my car before I texted Suzette and told her I was heading back to the cabin. I figured that way, she couldn't try to talk me out of it. I wouldn't answer the phone or text while I was driving and she wouldn't be able to get to the parking lot before I pulled out.

When I arrived at the cabin, I had three texts and a voicemail. She didn't sound angry, but she didn't sound entirely pleased with me either. The one thing I could tell, however, was that she was concerned. I shot her back another text letting her know I was okay and that I just needed to get some work done.

It wasn't entirely a lie. Okay didn't mean good, and considering what had happened, I thought I was doing okay. And I was planning on doing some work.

I brought my laptop into the living room, started a fire and tried to lose myself in the numbers and safety of coding. Instead, I found myself drawn back into memories.

Lara was bent over the edge of the couch, her body quivering from the aftermath of an orgasm so intense that she'd almost passed out. Now, I was about to begin again. I twisted my wrist and the thin strips of leather cracked in the air. This was her favorite flogger. It offered just enough pain to turn her on and the handle had been specially made to double as a dildo. I'd used it on her earlier and it was still slick with her juices. I tightened my grip and brought the leather down on her ass. My cock hardened as she whimpered.

I shook my head. Not again. No more thinking. I shifted in my seat. My cock didn’t agree with my sentiment. It liked the idea of thinking about Lara and enjoying a bit of alone time.

My hand stung but not as much as her ass had to. It was cherry red and she'd have a hell of time sitting for the next day or so, but her pussy was dripping wet.

“Dammit,” I muttered. I'd been staring at this code for ten minutes and hadn't seen a thing.

“Harder, baby. Fuck me harder.”

I pounded into her as she struggled against her restraints. She knew she couldn't get free, but she liked knowing it and testing it. I tugged on the chains connected to her nipple clamps and she cried out. They had to be sore – I'd been playing with them all night – but she didn't cry off. If anything, she came harder.

I put aside the laptop and sighed. There was no way I would to get work done like this. What pissed me off the most was that I wasn't even remembering all of the shitty stuff. It wasn't the memory of Lara being eaten out by our neighbor or any of the arguments we'd had over the past two years. It wasn't the times she'd driven me nuts or all of her annoying little habits.

No, of course not. I was getting surround-sound and technicolor replays of our sex life. Which, now that I thought about it, had been strangely satisfying considering she'd informed me she was a lesbian. Then again, for all I knew, she'd either faked her orgasms or had been pretending I was some leggy brunette. I was willing to bet the latter, because she'd been the one who'd wanted the kinkier shit. If she'd just been going through the motions sexually, she wouldn't have cared as much. Right?

I stood up and ran my hands through my hair. I walked over to the French doors and looked outside. It had started to snow. Lightly, so I didn't think it'd cause the others any problem getting back.

Maybe, I thought, I shouldn't be here when they returned. Maybe I should get out of here. I wouldn’t be any fun for them to have around. They would probably play some games or something when they got back. Strip charades or some shit like that. A drinking game that would lead to the guys cheering for the girls to kiss. I didn't want to be involved in any of that, especially if one of those girls was my sister.

No, I knew what I needed and it wasn't here. I needed the release that came with dominating someone. I needed to be in control of something, needed to find some semblance of order in all of this. From the first moment I'd been introduced to the BDSM lifestyle, I'd felt something inside me click. It didn't get me off because I felt some chauvinistic right to take what I wanted. Part of the control aspect was trust, and that appealed to me. Even if it was only a one time hook up, they still had to trust me.

And that was what Lara had broken.

My eyes burned and I started to feel the pain that came with the end of a two year relationship.

I needed to get out of here. Needed to find a real release. It wasn't a very long ride back to Denver. I could get there just as the clubs were starting to fill up. I could watch a scene or two, find a willing Sub and fuck the hell out of her. Tie her up. Spank her. Do some of those things I'd remembered doing with Lara.

I closed my eyes. That wouldn't make me feel better, no matter how much my cock was interested in pursuing that idea. I didn't want to deal with the hassle of finding a Sub and setting up those rules. I hadn't had to do that since Lara and I had gotten together and I didn't think I'd be able to handle going through all of that. It wouldn't be about me forgetting, but rather a reminder of what I'd lost.

Alcohol and sleep it was then.

But, first, I wanted a shower. I'd been sitting long enough that my muscles had started to stiffen. I tried to stay in shape and work out, but it had been a while since I'd spent that many hours doing that much activity. A hot shower to soothe my muscles would be a good way to relax before finding something to drink and spending the rest of the night in my room.

The sound of the water was enough white noise to keep most of the memories at bay and it was tempting to stay in until I used up all the hot water. I didn't do it, but the bathroom was still full of steam by the time I got out. I quickly toweled off and wrapped the towel around my waist. I wasn't sure if the others were back yet, but my room was just across the hall from the bathroom and I didn't think it'd bother anyone if I crossed those couple feet in a towel that covered everything important.

I heard them in the living room when I opened the bathroom door, but no one seemed to be close or looking for me, so I walked across the hall and into my room. I shut the door behind me and tossed my towel toward the basket I used for dirty clothes. It wasn't until I turned around that I realized I wasn't alone.

Chapter 6

“We thought you might want some company since you spent all day alone on the slopes.”

Misty was still wearing her 'M' necklace, but judging by the bare shoulders, I was willing to bet she wasn't wearing anything else. Kristy was equally naked, I assumed, save for her 'K' necklace.

“What are you two doing?” I tried to make myself sound like the stern older brother, but I wasn't quite sure it was working since they both looked more amused than abashed.

“Come on, Rylan,” Kristy spoke this time. “We're all adults here.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“We turned twenty last week,” Misty said. “Our birthday's are just two days apart.”

Shit, they were the same age as Lara. I couldn't use age as an excuse as to why this was a very bad idea.

And I suddenly realized I was naked. I started to reach for my towel and stopped when the girls smirked. I hadn't done anything wrong, and I didn't have anything to be ashamed of. Fuck it. Let them stare. Like they said. They were both adults.

“Look, you're Suzette's friends,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Didn't stop you from fucking Denise.” Kristy grinned.

I scowled.

“Relax, she didn't kiss and tell,” Misty said. “We agreed that she should go first and, well, the two of you weren't exactly quiet.”

“You agreed what?” I was starting to rethink the whole no-pants thing.

“Well, Suzette mentioned you might need some cheering up this weekend and she knew that the three of us are always looking for a good fuck,” Kristy said.

I was going to kill my sister.

Misty continued, “We talked and agreed that Denise should go first.”

“And why was that?” I took a step toward the bed, curious despite myself.

“Because Misty and I can be a lot to handle and we weren't sure you'd be up for it.” Kristy winked. She pushed herself up enough that the blanket slipped halfway down her breasts.

I looked from one to the other. My brain insisted this was a bad idea, even worse than having fucked Denise. That was one of my sister's friends. This was two. And they were Suzette's suite-mates. It was a recipe for something beyond disaster.

“No string attached, Rylan. We don't do relationships.” Misty's hand disappeared beneath the blanket. She moaned, making a pleased sound and I wondered exactly what her hand was doing under there.

My cock gave an interested twitch. I'd managed to make it behave by telling myself not to be stupid. There was no way I could stop it from reacting to the noises Misty was making and the mental images my brain insisted on creating.

“What my sister and I do, however, is fuck.” Kristy tossed off the blanket, revealing a petite body with small but firm breasts and a smooth pussy. “We share guys all the time, so there's no need to be shy.”

“And don't even think about being gentle,” Misty added.

More blood rushed to my cock.

Kristy got up on all fours as Misty uncovered herself. Their builds were similar, but Misty's breasts were slightly larger, with darker nipples. Her shoulders and hips were a bit wider than Kristy's. Enough to show the difference in their bone structure, but still similar enough that they probably shared clothes.

“We're not into vanilla,” Misty said as she slid her fingers into her pussy.

Fuck. I really hoped she meant what I thought she meant.

“And we brought toys.” Kristy climbed off the bed and picked up a bag I hadn't even seen. She opened it and pulled out a dildo that was almost as big as my cock. She kept her eyes on me as she handed the toy to her friend. “We're both into S&M, but our tastes vary a bit.” She reached into the bag again and pulled out a flogger.

Okay, maybe I wouldn't kill my sister. At the moment, I thought buying her something expensive would be more appropriate.

“I'm first,” Kristy said as she handed me the flogger. She looked up at me from under her lashes. “Our safe word is always Gemini.”

I raised an eyebrow and she smiled.

“You have any condoms in that bag of yours?” I asked.

Her smile widened and she pulled out a string of them, tossing them onto the bed. “Twenty bucks says you wear out before we do.”

I flicked my wrist and cracked the flogger, watching as Kristy's bright green eyes darkened with lust. Without me saying a word, she went to her knees, hands clasped behind her back, head bowed. Oh, yeah, the girl was definitely a Sub.

“Are you doubting my stamina?” It was easier than I'd anticipated, falling into the Dominant role.

“No, Sir.” Her eyes flicked up and then back down again. “Or do you prefer Master?”

Damn. She'd been trained by someone who knew what they were doing. My stomach tightened as I thought of all the other things her trainer and previous masters might've taught her.

“Sir,” I said. I'd never really been a fan of the whole 'slave / master' terminology. “And I think you were doubting me.” I cracked the flogger again and hoped that no one upstairs could hear it. Then I remembered what Misty had said about hearing Denise and me. For a second, I actually considered stopping. Then I remembered hearing one of the couples going at it this morning. Time for a little payback.

I closed the distance between Kristy and I until I could reach out and run the soft leather strips along the side of her face. I used the flogger to lift her chin until she was looking at me. Watching for even the slightest hint of negativity, I wrapped my free hand in her hair. If anything, the arousal in her eyes grew.

“Do you like that?” I asked. I tightened my grip until I knew I was pulling her hair.

“Yes, Sir,” she gasped.

“Open your mouth,” I said. “And keep your hands behind your back.”

“Yes, Sir,” she answered immediately. She opened her mouth, not overly wide like some women did to take someone large, but rather just enough so that I could push my way inside without hurting either of us.

I was more than half-hard as the tip of my cock passed between her lips. I groaned at the wet heat surrounded me as I slid deeper inside. I felt her start to gag as I neared the back of her mouth and pulled back, giving her the chance to cry off.

“I'm going to fuck your mouth,” I said and brushed the leather strips across her breasts, watching her pale pink nipples harden. “And then I'm going to punish you for your challenge.”

“Yes, please, Sir.” Her voice was breathless.

When the head of my cock nudged her lips, she opened her mouth again and I slid inside. I started slow, using the first few strokes to gauge just how far I could push her. When she moaned, the vibration went straight through me and I went from mostly hard to fully erect. I knew I was too big for her to take all of me, but I was going to get as much as I could.

I held onto her hair to keep her head in place as I began to rock my hips. Her tongue moved around my cock as best it could, and then she began to suck, her cheeks hollowing out each time I pulled back. Whoever taught this girl to give a blow job deserved a pat on the back.

I pulled her toward me as I pushed forward, driving myself deeper than I had been, almost enough to make her gag, but not quite. I held her there for a few seconds, then released her, falling from her mouth with an obscene sound. She coughed a bit and was breathing heavily, but her eyes were shining.

“Stand up,” I ordered.

She did, assuming the normal Sub position of head down, hands behind the back.

“Come toward me.”

I moved back so that she'd have room. I held up a hand for her to stop when she was far enough from the bed that I could circle her. I'd seen her reaction when I'd touched her breasts with the flogger. I wasn't going to just whip her ass. She was going to get it all over.

“I'm going to use this.” I cracked the flogger for emphasis. “On your ass. On your tits.” She shivered. I paused, and then added, “And on your cunt.”

I heard her catch her breath, but there was no mistaking the flush of arousal. Part of the Dom's responsibility was to give the Sub the opportunity to use her safe word. Kristy had it now, but she wasn't taking it. Either she was willing to try something new or she already knew she liked what I was going to do. It didn't matter to me either way. Unless she said the word, it was going to happen.