Twenty-four

Devlin awoke to soft lips nuzzling his neck, under his chin. He tightened his arms around Sandra and drew her closer. She snuggled against his chest, then pushed on his shoulder until he rolled onto his back. Then she climbed on top of him, sitting on his stomach.

“Good morning.” She grinned down at him.

“Good morning.” He smiled and his gaze wandered to her naked breasts. He stroked his hands down her sides, then over her hips, loving the feel of her curves.

He couldn’t stop smiling. Last night Sandra had admitted she loved him.

As if reading his thoughts, she said, “So you love me, right?”

His smile broadened. “Yes, I do.”

“And you honor my desire to keep living out my fantasies?”

He raised an eyebrow at her odd wording, but said, “Of course.”

She grinned impishly. “Great. Do you also agree to obey me?”

He chuckled. “I do.”

She hopped off him and sat on the side of the bed, then opened the drawer in the bedside table. She riffled around inside, then pulled out some black leather bands and dropped them on the side of the bed. She wrapped one around one of his wrists and fastened it, her delicate fingers brushing lightly against the sensitive skin on the inside of his wrist as she fastened the buckles. He held up his other wrist for her and she fastened one there, too. Then she held up a leather collar.

He sat up so she could fasten it around his neck. She stood up and drew the sheet, which had fallen in a heap around his stomach, down to his hips, then stroked her hand over his chest and down his abs. The feel of her soft touch on his body sent heat thrumming through him, especially as she stroked lower.

She grinned. “You look sexy.” She walked to the dresser and returned with a brush, then brushed his shoulder-length hair thoroughly.

“Good. Now stand up,” she said.

He pushed back the covers and stood up. She dragged her gaze over his body, lingering on his groin, watching his cock begin to swell, then she opened the drawer on the bedside table again and pulled out a leather leash. Once she clipped it on the ring on his collar, she tugged on it.

“Follow me.” She walked to the door. “Oh, wait.” She handed him the handle of the leash and trotted to the dresser.

She opened a drawer, then pulled out a white T-shirt and pulled it on. It draped loosely on her body, hanging halfway to her knees. She went to the bedside table again and returned with a carabiner clip and fastened his wrists together in front of him, then took the leash again and tugged.

She led him down the hallway and into the living room. Aimee lay stretched out on the couch, reading a book, a mug of coffee on the table beside her, her feet in James’ lap. James gently held Aimee’s bare foot between his big hands, stroking. She wore a pink bikini and James wore his boxers. Craig sat in the armchair sipping his coffee, staring out across the water. He, too, wore only his boxers. Sandra smiled at the sight of the sexy tiger tattoo on his arm.

Aimee glanced at Devlin, her gaze gliding the length of him. His cock twitched at her perusal.

“You taking him for a walk?” she asked.

“No, but I am taking him out to play. I’m going to be Mistress Sandra. Want to join us?”

Aimee grinned. “Absolutely.”

Sandra reached for Aimee’s coffee mug, and Aimee handed it to her.

“You mind?” Sandra asked.

“No problem.”

Sandra took a sip, then held the cup to Devlin’s mouth. He took a sip of the warm liquid. It had sugar and cream, and he usually took his coffee black, but he welcomed the dose of caffeine.

Sandra put down the mug and tugged on the leash, then led him to the kitchen area. She picked up a pen from a cup on the counter and walked to the fridge. There, held up by a pineapple-shaped magnet, was the cocktail napkin with the list Sandra and Aimee had made. Six items were ticked off.

	1. Be held captive.
	2. Experiment with bondage.
	3. Make love to a sexy stranger while blindfolded.
	4. Have sex with two men at the same time (maybe more).
	5. Be a love slave.
	6. Have a love slave.
	7. Be a voyeur.
	8. Try exhibitionism.

Sandra ticked off number five. Clearly, he was about to fulfill number six.

She grinned at him and tugged on the leash again, then led him to the door and slid it open. They stepped out into bright warm sunshine. The birds twittered in the trees and a soft breeze lifted tendrils of his hair and swirled them across his face.

He followed her around the house to the outdoor shower, the other two men and Aimee trailing behind. Sandra turned on the water and tested it with her hand, then unfastened the leather bands from his wrists and neck and tossed them aside, onto the grass.

“Okay, step into the water.”

“Yes, Mistress Sandra.” He stepped under the warm water and it streamed over his body.

Sandra picked up a bar of soup and began rubbing it over his body. As the water flowed over her, her white T-shirt clung to her body, becoming transparent. Her breasts appeared clearly through the fabric, the nipples pushing outward.

The feel of her hands on him, the sight of the warm water flowing over her nearly naked body, and the thought of her commanding him to do erotic things to her sexy body sent hormones flooding through him.

“Aimee, come give me a hand.”

Aimee stepped under the water, too, and began stroking his soapy body. Both their hands wrapped around his growing cock and they stroked. Aimee crouched down and took his cockhead into her mouth, and he sucked in air. Sandra kissed his chest, then sucked one of his nipples into her mouth. Heat flared through him and his mouth went dry.

Sandra stroked over his ass and swirled her soapy hand over him. He wanted to run his hands over her breasts, to feel the tight nipples under his fingertips, but he left his hands hanging obediently at his sides.

Aimee drew his cock deeper into her mouth as she stroked his ass, too. Sandra kissed down his stomach and licked his cock as Aimee drew her mouth free. His hands balled into fists as both women licked his cock with their warm tongues, up and down.

James and Craig watched beyond the spray of water, their hands inside their boxers.

Sandra stood up and Aimee followed suit.

Sandra glanced up and down his body. “Okay, you look nice and clean.” She turned to the other men. “Craig and James, bring the armchair from the deck. Aimee, go grab some towels and…” Sandra whispered in Aimee’s ear and she nodded.

Sandra’s hand curled around his erection and she stroked while they waited for the others to return. Her touch was heaven.

A moment later, the men came into view again carrying a teak armchair from the deck, complete with cushions. They set it down on the grass facing the shower. Aimee dropped a basket of towels beside it, then carried one to the shower. Sandra led Devlin out of the water.

“Go ahead and dry him off,” Sandra said to Aimee.

Aimee patted his body dry, paying close attention to his groin area, which caused his erection to swell even more. Sandra fastened the collar around his neck again, and the wristbands, but did not fasten his wrists together again. She tugged the leash and led him to the armchair.

“Sit.”

Once Devlin sat down, she coiled the leash around the back of the chair. She reached into the basket of towels and removed a plastic bottle. She handed the bottle to Aimee, who smiled and squeezed clear liquid onto her hands, then knelt in front of Devlin and began to stroke his cock quite thoroughly, totally coating it. He thought he’d go insane with the erotic stimulation of her slick warm hands.

“Now don’t touch,” Sandra said.

He ached to touch it. Or, better yet, to have Sandra touch it, but she wandered back to the shower and stood under the water. Aimee stripped off her bikini and joined Sandra. Aimee drew Sandra’s wet T-shirt upward and tugged it over her head. Devlin’s cock twitched at the sight of her naked wet breasts.

Aimee rubbed the bar of soap between her hands and handed it to Sandra, then began stroking Sandra’s breasts. Sandra foamed up her hands and set down the bar of soap, then stroked over Aimee’s breasts.

“Hey, guys,” Sandra called to James and Craig, “come and join us.”

The two men stripped off their boxers and flew under the water. Soon, the four of them were soaping one another, stroking their slick bodies. Male hands stroked over the women’s breasts. Feminine hands stroked big hard cocks. Except for Devlin’s. His stood erect and ready but all alone, aching to be touched.

Finally, Sandra stepped out from the water, her wet body glistening in the sunshine.

“You three keep playing. Devlin and I will watch.” She walked toward Devlin, then grabbed a towel from the basket and dried off, gently dragging the soft fluffy towel over her naked skin, driving Devlin insane with wanting to touch her. His cock ached, wanting to slide inside her.

Once she was dry, she stood in front of him and, resting her hands on the wooden arms of the chair, leaned toward him, her breasts right in front of his face. As much as he wanted to lean forward and suck one hard pebbly aureole into his mouth, then run his tongue all over it, he did nothing but stare at the puckered pink nipples.

“Don’t you want to do something?”

“Yes, Mistress Sandra.”

“What do you want to do?”

“I want to kiss your breasts.”

She grinned. “Anything else?”

“I want to suck your nipples.”

“Well, do it.”

Excitement skittered through him as he leaned his head forward and kissed her left breast, then licked over the nipple. He opened his lips and drew the hard nub inside his mouth, then sucked.

“Oh, yes. I like that. Now the other one.”

He released her hard bud and shifted his head, then took her other nipple in his mouth and sucked. He wanted to stroke her breasts and pull her body tight to his, but he hadn’t been given permission by his Mistress.

She drew away. “That’s very nice. Now I think I’ll sit down and watch the fun.”

She turned away from him, then her hand curled around his cock and she eased herself down, pressing his cockhead to her back opening. He groaned as she lowered herself more. Slowly, his cockhead pressed into her heat. She continued sitting, pushing his shaft into her, until finally she had him totally immersed, his cock squeezed by her delightfully tight passage.

She leaned back against him, resting her head on his shoulder. Under the shower, Craig and James stroked Aimee’s wet naked body.

*   *   *

Sandra could barely keep her eyelids open, wanting to sink into the blissful pleasure of Devlin’s cock inside her. Stretching her. Making her insides ache for more. But she watched Aimee and the two men under the spray of water in front of them.

Aimee wrapped her hands around each of their cocks, then crouched down in the shower and took one in her mouth, bobbed up and down a couple of times, then released it and took the other in her mouth and did the same thing. Sandra watched, her insides aching, as Aimee alternated between the cocks. Aimee turned the men so that Sandra and Devlin could see them from the side and took Craig’s big cockhead into her mouth. Then she took James’ cock and pushed it against her mouth, too, and guided it in. Her mouth was stretched wide, but she had both cockheads inside.

She released them, then stood up. Craig pressed his cockhead to her vagina and pushed inside. As Sandra watched that long cock impale Aimee, heat rocketed through her. As much as she loved Devlin’s big cock inside her, she wanted another cock inside her, too. Craig caught Aimee under the knees and lifted her. The water sluiced over the tiger tattoo on his bulging arm. James stepped behind her and pressed his cockhead between her cheeks, then eased inside. Aimee groaned.

“Stroke my breasts,” Sandra murmured.

Devlin obeyed immediately, his big hands covering her breasts and squeezing gently, then stroking. Oh, it felt so good.

The two men began to move inside Aimee. In and out. Aimee moaning and clinging to Craig.

“Oh, God, yes. Your cocks are so big.” Aimee gasped.

“Devlin, touch my body. Lower.” Sandra arched her hips, then moaned as his cock shifted inside her.

One of his hands slid down and he stroked her slit. He found her clit and teased. Very lightly. Barely a touch at all. She watched the men thrust into Aimee. Oh, God, it was so sexy watching her friends enjoying one another’s bodies as they put on a show for her and Devlin.

Aimee moaned, then wailed in orgasm. James groaned, and a few seconds later, Craig grunted. Sandra’s eyelids fell closed and she arched against Devlin’s hand, which caused his cock to stroke inside her, and she moaned.

“You want a little help over there, Mistress Sandra?” Aimee asked.

Sandra sucked in a deep breath. “Yes, that would be great.”

Aimee soaped up the men’s wilted cocks, then washed them thoroughly. When the men stepped from the shower, their cocks were semierect. Aimee dried herself off and walked to Sandra, then knelt in front of her and stroked her stomach. She leaned forward and drew Devlin’s fingers from Sandra’s clit, then licked the little button. Devlin stroked both Sandra’s breasts. The sensations thrumming through her body sent her heart rate accelerating.

Aimee stood up and pressed her breast to Sandra’s mouth. Sandra captured the hard nipple. Aimee pressed her other breast to Devlin’s mouth and he sucked deeply. Craig and James stood on either side of the chair and shifted Devlin’s hands away from Sandra’s breasts, then began to suck on her nipples. Sandra gasped at the intense sensations.

“I’m just in the way here.” Aimee backed up, stroking her own breasts, then grabbed a towel and sat on the grass, watching them.

“Want us to fuck you, Mistress Sandra?” Craig asked.

“Oh, yeah,” Sandra answered, in almost a moan.

James pressed his cock to Sandra’s slit, then glided inside. Waves of delight washed through her. He thrust in three times, then slid free. Craig pressed his bigger cock to her slit and slid inside, stretching her wide. He stroked a few times. She moaned when he slid free, but James took his place again.

Sandra’s breathing accelerated as the two men shared her. Back and forth, driving inside her, augmenting the feel of Devlin’s huge cock inside her ass. Little bursts of pleasure erupted through her. When Craig thrust into her again, she grabbed his shoulders.

“Fuck me until I come,” she demanded.

Craig smiled and thrust deep again. Devlin nuzzled her neck as wild pleasure seared every nerve ending. Craig thrust again and again. Devlin’s cock shifted inside her, stroking her back passage.

Blazing heat catapulted through her, and she gasped as intoxicating pleasure exploded within her. The big cocks continued to stroke her insides and she wailed as rapture blossomed inside her. Both men roared as they joined her in orgasm. She rode the intense wave of bliss.

Slowly, her senses returned to the real world, and to the incredible sensation of being sandwiched between these two hulking men. Craig kissed her lips, then withdrew.

On the towel, James glided into Aimee, thrusting fast and hard. He moaned again in orgasm, stiffened, and groaned his release.

Sandra took a moment to catch her breath. She couldn’t believe she’d found three such loving friends to help bring her sexual fantasies to life—and a man like Devlin who loved her and was willing to share in these erotic adventures.

Life was good.

Craig offered his hand and helped her up. Devlin’s cock fell free and she missed it immediately.

“You were all very good slaves.” Sandra turned around and smiled at Devlin. “Especially you. As a reward, I set you all free.”

Devlin grinned, then stood up. He peeled away the bands around his neck and wrists and tossed them aside, then he grabbed Sandra and pulled her into his arms. She melted against him as his mouth ravaged hers, his tongue diving inside her mouth and plundering. Suddenly he leaned forward and she fell over his shoulder.

He stroked her ass, sending tingles through her body, as he carried her toward the shower. Warm water streamed over her as he set her on her feet. She watched hungrily as he soaped up his cock, stroking it until it was rock-hard again. Then he dragged her against his hard body and kissed her passionately. With his hands on her shoulders, he guided her backward until she felt the slate wall against her back.

She gasped as his big cock drove into her.

His cock filled her like no other. He thrust into her again and again. She clung to his shoulders and moaned as an orgasm began and just kept on going as he filled her again and again with his giant cock.

Finally, when she’d nearly fainted with pleasure, he spiraled inside her and erupted. She clung to him, moaning at the feel of him filling her with his heat.

He nuzzled her neck, then kissed her.

She stared at him with wide eyes. “Wow.”

He grinned. “Just to remind you who your main man is.”

“Oh, don’t worry. There’s no doubt in my mind.” She stroked his cheek and smiled. “And I will love, honor, and obey you. Because I love you, Devlin.”

“And I love you.”

Sandra could see the joy in his eyes as he squeezed her tight in his arms. She knew it wouldn’t be long before he asked her to marry him. Especially with her not-so-subtle hints.

She also knew she’d say yes.