9781631054303ThreeofaKindHolt (2 page)

“
I
don
’t mean to, Sir.”
She let her tongue sweep across her bottom lip, tempting him, hoping to
distract him. “You know I am all in where you’re concerned.”

“I
thought so. I keep telling myself that.” He gently licked the lip her tongue
had moistened. “You are by far the best sub I have ever been with.”

The
heat of a blush crept up her cheeks. “Thank you, Master. I hope you are aware
my complete purpose in life is to please you.”

“And
you do that.” He slipped one hand down to the little scrap of material covering
her pubis.
“My, my.
Someone is wet just from lying
here in the sun. If you are a very good girl, I might take care of that later
for you.”

Her
pulse sped up. She hoped he would choose some of their more outrageous
activities. Maybe that would satisfy this unidentified need dancing around
inside her head.

“Or
maybe,” Hunter said, his mouth close to her ear, “I might take the edge off a
little now, since you were such a good sub last night.”

Last
night! More cream seeped from her pussy as she remembered their activities
before the collaring. Their usual deck of cards had been waiting for them in
their private room. Hunter had removed all the ones they’d both discarded the
last time, as well as the most recently used chosen activities. He had waited
for her to select first but she had chosen only one card.

“Master’s Choice.”

The
smile he’d given her was equal parts of hunger and satisfaction.
 
Then he’d proceeded to tease and torment her
until she was nearly mindless with need. He had stretched her onto her very
tippy toes, manacles around her wrists attached to chains bolted to the
ceiling. Additional cuffs fastened to the floor had circled her ankles and kept
her legs spread far apart. He chose some of the toys he liked best, such as the
electric wand, which he coasted over every bit of her skin, especially her
nipples. Little by little he added other stimulation, like the vibrating plug
in her ass, the Florentine flogger, and the special paddle he loved.

Every
one of her pleasure points was the focus of his attention, arousing her until
she was nearly mindless with the need to come. When he finally permitted her to
have her release, the orgasm was so intense it felt as if it shook the very
bones in her body. Then, his cock swollen and thick, he had carried her to the
big chair he liked, lowered her to his shaft and proceeded to wring one more
climax from her.

Afterwards,
he had been so gentle with her, so kind, as he always was.
Wrapping
her in a blanket, feeding her sips of water first and then lemon tea.
Massaging cream into her skin.

She
squeezed her legs together as tiny flutters rippled through
her
inner walls.

Hunter
nipped the lobe of her ear.
“How about if I take the edge off
right now.
Just a little.
We’ll save the good
stuff for later.”

Her pulse
ratcheted up a notch. “Yes, please.”

“Please, who?”

“Please,
Master.”

He
traced the rim of her ear with his tongue, sending shivers skating over her
skin. “Please Master, what?” His fingers grazed the inside of her thighs.

“Please,
Master, make me come.” Her breathing hitched. The more he stroked her, teased
her, the more her body wanted release.
Any kind of release.

“If
I do I expect a reward from my beautiful, sexy sub.”

His
fingers stroked her, finding her clit and touching it so lightly it was barely
a touch at all. She wanted to beg him to press harder, but holding herself in
check for his pleasure was something that was very erotic to both of them, and
a key part of their relationship.

“Of course.”
She was getting to the point where she’d agree to
anything. “It is always my pleasure to serve you.”

“
Good.
” He gave her a wicked smile. “I
like to hear that. Look at the pool decking to your right. Tell me what you
see.”

She
glanced in the direction he’d indicated. Nia and Blackjack were seated at an
umbrella table talking to a man Delaney knew only as Drake. While the three of
them sat engrossed in conversation, Drake’s sub, a well-endowed blonde with a
long sweep of hair and wearing only bikini bottoms, knelt at his feet, his cock
in her mouth and her hand cupping his balls.

“I
can’t believe he can just sit there chatting away like that,” she told Hunter.

His
chuckle was low and hot. “I’ve seen him do that before and sit far longer than
I ever could. He’s learned how to control himself so each time his sub has to
work longer and harder.” He squeezed his hand over her mound. “That’s how you
can repay me.”

Delaney
swallowed. “Here? Right out here?”

He
shrugged. “You’ve done it at the club before.”

“But
only once,” she reminded him. “You chose that card from the deck, remember?”

“Are
you saying you don’t like to show other people how well you serve me?” He
pressed his finger into her wet sheath.

“No,
no, no.” She was quick to assure him.
“Whatever you choose
for me.
It’
s
just
—”

“It’s
just that public performance isn’t at the top of your list, right?”

“Right.”
She slid a glance at him. “Are you angry at me?”

“Never.”
He nipped her shoulder. “At least I won’t be if you repay my kindness
appropriately.”

By
this time she was so aroused she had trouble sitting still. Hunter was busy
with his hand, rubbing her mound, teasing her pussy, grazing over her clit. The
flutters in her inner walls were ramping up to
tremors,
sensations that made her want a lot more than Hunter’s very light touch.

“Can
you sit still in that chair, like a good girl?” he asked. “And keep your hands
on the arms of the lounge chair?”

“Yes.”
She drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I can do that.”

“Good.
Now keep watching the people with Kelly and Tanner. Focus on them.”
 

Focus? Keep watching? It was
all she could do to keep her
body still as Hunter’s hand worked magic on her pussy. His fingers slipped
beneath the minuscule bikini bottoms, easing over her freshly waxed mound and
tickling the lips of her labia. He grazed lightly over the hot nub of her clit,
pausing once to give it a little pinch and a tug before resuming the strokes.
With each caress her body demanded more, the climax whirling inside her
struggling for release. His touch was so light it was driving Delaney crazy,
although she knew that was exactly what he intended to do.

“Breathe,”
he told her in a low voice.
“Slow and easy.
We want to
make this last.”

Hunter
always wanted to make it last, drawing it out as long as possible until she was
nearly out of her mind with lust. When they were alone she could cry out with
need as much as possible, begging him to go harder and faster. But here, in
this setting, she had to call on every bit of self-control to not show how
desperate she was getting.

A
woman whose name Delaney couldn’t remember—at the moment she could hardly
remember her own name—walked by on her way to where the cold drinks were set
out. She glanced at Delaney and her lips curved in a hot, knowing smile. The
man with her had his hand resting on her ass. He whispered in her ear, gave her
a playful pinch, and she laughed but kept walking.

“They’re
going to put on a special performance tomorrow night at the club,”
Hunter
told her.
“They’re
visiting from Dallas. Tanner said he’s a specialist with the single tail whip
and he knows some new tricks he’s going to demonstrate. I heard they’re very
popular at their home club.”

“Will
we be going to watch?”
Hunter
’s
hand moved marginally faster and she was having trouble forming coherent
sentences.

“Of course.”
He pinched her clit. “We can always learn something
new, right?”

She
shivered in delicious anticipation. She had never realized how much pleasure
the whip could bring until her first session with this man.
 
Now she had become addicted. He knew exactly
how to tease, how much pain she could tolerate, and for how long. It still
amazed her that he could bring her to climax with nothing more than that one
instrument. But then, she’d learned a lot about her sexual responses since she
and Hunter had been together.

If only I didn’t still feel as if
something was missing.

She clamped down on that thought. It
had no place in this particular moment. And how had the stray thought wandered
in, anyway, when she was so turned on by what Hunter was doing?

He
eased one of his long fingers into her wet, waiting channel and it took all her
self-control not to bear down on it.

“Nice
and easy,” Hunter soothed. “Stay just like you are and I’ll make you feel very
good.”

Nice
and easy? Was he crazy? But of course the fact that she had to work to maintain
some outward sign of control only aroused her even more. Hunter knew that.
They’d played this game before in the lounge at Club Fantasy.

“Don’t
forget to keep watching the show over there,” he reminded her.

Yes,
she had, so intent on what was happening with her body. She turned her gaze
back to the couple across the pool. The man was still chatting with Nia and
Blackjack as if nothing else was happening. But his sub, sitting at his feet,
had fisted the root of his shaft and was sliding her head up and down, taking him
in from root to tip and back again with a steady, deliberate movement. Her
other hand was still between his thighs caressing and kneading his balls.

How
did he sit so still? How did he even concentrate on the conversation?

As
she was trying to analyze that, Hunter slipped a second finger in with the
first and pressed his thumb against her clit.

Oh
god!

“Remember,”
he cautioned, “perfectly still.
And eyes across the pool.”

He
drove his fingers in and out of her as he worked her clit with his thumb, now
harder, softer, until she was out of her mind with the need to climax.

“Beg
me,” he urged. “
Come on, Delaney. Beg me nicely.
”

“Please.”
She could hardly get the word out. She was holding on so tightly to the arms of
the chair she wondered if she might break them.

“And
what will you do if I let you come,” he prompted.

“I’ll
suck your cock, nice and slow, just like the woman across the pool is doing.”

“Good
girl.”

He
kissed her cheek, gently bit at one nipple then increased the speed and
pressure of his hand. At that point it didn’t take much to push her over the
edge. The orgasm ripped through her sending shudders through her body. But
mindful of Hunter’s orders she clung to the chair and stiffened her muscles to
keep from jerking in uncontrollable spasms.

Finally
her heart rate slowed, her breathing became less labored and little by little
her body relaxed. At last Hunter withdrew his hand from her body, lifted his
fingers and very carefully licked each one clean. Then, with her cream still on
his tongue, he gave her a hot, open-mouthed kiss. She tangled her tongue with
Hunter’s and the tart, salty taste set her nerve endings humming again.

Abruptly
he lifted his head and rose to his feet.

“Time to pay up, little
subbie
.”
He held out his hand to help her
to her feet.

She
looked around for the top to her bikini but Hunter shook his head.

“I
want everyone to see those beautiful breasts that I own.” He winked. “I might
suggest a card relating to it—you know, walking around with your breasts
exposed, maybe with gold clothespins on them—for the next
Cut
the Cards deck. I’ll have to talk to
Reulas
.”

In
seconds he had stripped off his brief swim shorts and stretched out in the
lounge chair. He leaned his head back, turned it and smiled at her.

“Do
you know how hot and hard I am from teasing your pussy? Watching you orgasm?
Tasting your juices? I can’t wait to feel your mouth on me.”

“Yes,
Master.”

Delaney
dropped to her knees and rested her butt on her heels. She wrapped one hand
around the thick stalk of Hunter’s dick and bent her head to lick at the soft
velvet of the plum-colored head. With the tip of her tongue she scooped up the
tiny drop of fluid sitting on the slit, licked around the crown then eased the
length of him into her mouth. His groan of pleasure aroused her all over again.

He
had just threaded his fingers into her hair so he could guide her head when a
shadow fell over them. She knew better than to stop what she was doing to look
but she was curious as to who had decided to watch them.