Ian had his own ideas. Shifting so that his back was to the arm of the sofa, he spread Everly’s legs wide, one foot on each side of him, watching while Dante dipped his fingers into her pussy.
While sex was an important aspect of our relationship, we’d never spent an entire day like this, and I had to admit, I was enjoying myself. We’d started this practice after our first out-of-town trip, elaborated on this one. I wouldn’t mind implementing more of them, getting even more creative. After all, it was something to look forward to.
However, while pleasure was certainly on the menu, sex was the main course for the evening, and we weren’t quite there yet. Right now, my goal was to get Everly relaxed and ready for bed.
“Stop,” I ordered, lifting her head from my cock. “Kneel on the floor.”
Everly slid off our laps, going to her knees. She looked between me and Ian, but it was Dante I wanted her to focus on.
“Using only your mouth, fairy princess, I want you to make him come.”
Dante’s eyes widened as Everly scooted between his legs.
Ian went to the bedroom while I ensured she followed my instructions.
She did.
And Dante was apparently worked up enough, it didn’t take long before he was trembling.
“You have my permission to come. Right down her throat.”
As though the thought was more than enough, Dante’s hips thrust upward, his hand covering her head and holding her in place as he came down her throat. Everly took her time cleaning his cock before sitting up and waiting for more instruction.
I leaned over, kissed Dante. “Good night,” I whispered. “We’ll go for a run in the morning.”
He looked at me and I could see the question in his eyes. I smiled, nodded, giving him permission to speak.
“Thank you, Master. For an amazing day.”
“You’re more than welcome.”
I watched as he headed for his bedroom. Once the door closed, I stood, held out my hand to Everly.
“Now you’re ours, fairy princess, for the rest of the evening. You may speak again.”
Everly practically skipped to the bedroom, her energy clearly renewed.
“Ian drew you a bath,” I told her, motioning toward the bathroom with my chin. “We’ll join you.”
“Thank you, my Liege.”
I watched her little ass jiggle as she fluttered away. The woman amazed me. Made me feel things I’d never imagined. Being away from her … well, it was more difficult than I’d thought it would be, and I’d known it wouldn’t be a walk in the park.
What I hadn’t told Ian was that I had also discussed options with Ransom regarding travel. When I requested an entire month off, he didn’t seem shocked, nor had he flinched when I mentioned that I would be taking that time to decide what we would be doing going forward. While I knew Dante and Everly were quite capable of taking care of themselves while we were away, it wasn’t ideal. Not for any of us.
Turned out, I wasn’t the only one who’d broached the subject with my boss. He’d already had the same conversation with Ian. My brother and I, once again, were on the same page.
Which brought me to our vacation in early October. My brother and I would be going to Alluring Indulgence Resort with Dante and Everly mostly for vacation, but we were also there to scope out the scene, and to present Trent with ideas for a resort right here in the heart of Chicago. Looked as though Mr. Ramsey wasn’t slowing down anytime soon. He was now venturing into the resort business as well, though he would not be managing the day-to-day. Ian and I would, alongside Talon, who had agreed to come on and oversee the entire resort with the help of a few friends.
Needless to say, I was intrigued by the idea.
Figuring I’d wasted enough time, I wandered into the bathroom, stripped off my shorts, and climbed into the tub.
“Come here, fairy princess,” I whispered to Everly, needing to hold her in my arms.
When she came to me, I pulled her in close, pressing my lips to hers, drifting in her sweet scent and the soft moans that escaped. Her pleasure was what I was after, while her love was what I cherished most. Raunchy sex and taboo encounters would always be a preference of mine. I wouldn’t pretend otherwise. But this … holding her against me, feeling her soft skin, had become my ultimate desire. As usual, it would only last so long because that overwhelming urge to possess her would come to the forefront, but I’d come to accept that part of myself. As easily as I’d accepted that sharing her with my brother was the only way we could all be happy.
I turned her in my arms, relaxed while Ian lathered her skin with some sweet-smelling shit I would no doubt be wearing until I took another shower.
Once more, our little fairy princess relaxed, the sweet mewling sounds coming from her spurring my need to have her.
I passed her over to Ian so he could help her out of the tub. We took turns drying her before I carried her into our big bed, settled her on the pillows.
“I love you, Everly,” I whispered, moving over her and claiming her lips once more. “With everything I am.”
Her arms wreathed my neck, holding tightly as my heart threatened to explode. She never had to say the words and I would know exactly how she felt about me. Not need, want, desire, or lust. Deeper, far more complex than those basic human needs.
It was love in its purest, simplest form.
“Love me, fairy princess,” I crooned as I pushed inside her.
The hot clamp of her pussy on my cock stole my breath. The sweet heaven of her body would never be enough for me.
“I love you, my Liege,” she said softly, her lips near my ear. “Now and forever. Yours.”
I buried my face in her neck, accepted all that she offered as I plunged inside her, keeping the beast at bay for as long as I could. When the mattress shifted, I forced myself to pause, to withdraw from her body. I rolled to my side, Ian moving between her thighs.
As I watched the love they communicated with both words and bodies, I felt something settle inside me. There was no jealousy or fear of losing her. She loved us equally, two people who were essentially one.
When Ian moved off of her, I reached for Everly, pulled her over me, pushed deep inside her wet pussy, guiding her hips, urging her to take all of me. She sat up, her hands on my chest as she rode me, her gaze only on mine. Minutes passed before Ian made his move, taking her from me, pulling her onto him, and immersing himself in her sweet warmth.
The next time, Everly was the one to make the move, alternating between us as though she couldn’t get enough. Maybe she couldn’t. I knew I was having difficulty letting her go each time.
The last time, when she draped herself over me, I drove up into her, held her there as I banded my arms around her.
Ian moved behind her, straddling my legs as he positioned her the way he wanted.
And this time, rather than take her ass, Ian’s cock joined mine deep in her pussy, stretching her, making her cry out as she took both of us at the same time. It was all we could do to maintain it for several seconds before Ian pulled out. I fucked her roughly from beneath, retreated as he shoved deep inside her.
I held her to me, felt the control snap, then took her again, forcing her to look in my eyes as I gave her every piece of myself.
I didn’t stop until she cried out, her pussy clamping down on me. I came, hard, fast, the breath rushing out of my lungs. Her body remained over mine as Ian picked up where I left off, driving deep inside her, coming on a roar as she cried out his name again and again.
When he fell onto the bed in a heap, Everly giggled.
I glanced over at her, shocked by the sound. “You find something funny, fairy princess?”
“Funny, no,” she said, still giggling. “Amazing, yes.” She turned her head, looking at me, then Ian, then up at the ceiling. “Please tell me we’ll do that again.”
“Not tonight we won’t,” Ian grumbled, making her laugh again.
Not tonight, no.
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sp; But we would do it again.
And again.
EPILOGUE
IAN
Thursday, October 31, 2019
“It’s good for them to see high protocol,” I told Isaac as we moved around TJ Arlington’s lavish home.
“I’d like to see his rules and rituals list,” my brother mumbled. “Has to be ten pages long.”
It was possible considering the lavish digs we were currently wandering and the over-the-top fetish party that was underway.
How we’d gotten an invite to this esteemed event, I would never know. Then again, I couldn’t explain a lot of what had happened over the past year. Last October, we’d been assisting the submissive training class at Dichotomy. This year we were on TJ Arlington’s guest list.
“At least the costumes aren’t ridiculous,” Isaac muttered.
“I heard someone mention they had a farm animal theme at one point,” I told him as I watched a Dominant bend over to suck a piece of fish off a submissive’s breast. It was all right, considering she was unattached, as was he, and she was technically filling in as a serving tray. The food was there for the taking. Evidently, she was, too.
“Can’t do the farm animal thing. Don’t care if it’s only submissives dressing up.”
When we’d received the invitation for the Halloween party, along with a note informing us that it was a costume party and the strict dress code had to be followed, we hadn’t been sure whether we would accept or not. In the end, we’d been nudged in the direction of rubbing elbows with famous people.
Hence the reason Isaac and I were dressed as 1920s gangsters, complete with charcoal-gray three-piece suits, black wingtips, and fedoras. I had to admit, I was rather fond of the double-breasted striped suit jacket and the vest. Not a bad look if I did say so myself.
Everly and Dante hadn’t been so lucky when it came to clothing options. Their costumes had been provided after we’d been required to send measurements to Mr. Arlington directly. Last week, their wardrobe had arrived in wrapped gift boxes. They might as well have been naked for all the fabric the outfits provided.
In some exotic play on the theme, someone had come up with the idea for the female submissives to be naked, save for a garter belt and sheer thigh-high hose. Nothing else. Everly’s were light blue, but there was a range of pastel colors at the party. They also wore gold T-strap heels.
Dante, not to be left out of the sexy costume department, was wearing what equated to an erotic jockstrap. A single black band circled his hips with two thin black chains that connected to a pouch that barely covered the head of his dick. There was absolutely nothing left to the imagination, that was for damn sure.
Not that I was complaining. I certainly didn’t mind watching my sexy submissives mingling in those outfits. In fact, I had every intention of making them wear them when we got back home. Perhaps while they were tending to their chores.
As we were weaving through the people milling about, I heard someone call my name. Isaac and I turned as Trent Ramsey sauntered over. I’d been introduced to his submissives, Clarissa and Troy, already, and along with Everly and Dante, they’d been relocated so they could all perform their duties, along with every other submissive brought this evening. Tonight, submissives were not allowed to mingle with the Dominants.
“Glad I caught up with you,” he said, reaching out to shake my hand, then Isaac’s. “Glad you could make it.”
“I’d bet money you’re the reason we got an invitation.”
“I’m not top dog here tonight,” he said, motioning toward a set of chairs not occupied.
In his mind, maybe.
I took a seat, set my whiskey on my knee, turning my attention to him. “What’s up?”
“I never did ask what you thought.” He motioned toward us with an unlit cigar he had between his fingers.
“About?”
He smirked. “Travis Walker.”
Ah. Travis Walker, the owner of the exclusive fetish resort that had certainly taken the small town of Coyote Ridge by surprise many years ago. We’d spent two weeks there on a so-called vacation.
“I liked him,” Isaac said, already knowing Trent’s take on the man.
Trent had a fondness for Travis Walker, but due to his endeavors, there was a mild jealousy that he couldn’t hide if he tried. I’d heard stories from Travis himself, regarding Trent’s need to build something bigger and better than anything Travis or his brothers could come up with. Travis, very comfortable in his own skin and the life he’d built for himself, was not bothered by that, though Travis’s husband did have a penchant for bringing it up.
“You would,” Trent joked, grinned. “I do think we’ll make Walker jealous by the time we’re finished.”
“Travis mentioned you’d say that,” I told him, unable to hide my grin.
“Did he?”
“He did,” Isaac confirmed.
“So, what do you think of the party?” Trent asked, changing the subject smoothly.
“I haven’t been to one of these in a while.”
“It’s on my plan for the resort,” he said. “I figure monthly would be ideal.”
“Over-the-top? Like this?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“I’m sure Talon will ensure that’s handled,” I told him, although I would be interested in seeing Talon’s idea of over-the-top.
“Is he here?” Isaac asked, his eyes scanning the room.
“Yeah. Down in the dungeon, I think.” Trent’s attention focused on me. “You get a chance to visit it yet?”
I shook my head. Although everyone had boasted about how great TJ’s dungeon was, I had no reason to venture that direction. “Something specific you want us to scope out when we’re down there?”
“No. I’m quite content with my own dungeons.”
I was quite fond of them myself, having visited the Dichotomy dungeon as recently as last week, when we took Dante and Everly to play.
Trent leaned forward, his eyes serious. “I did want to thank you both for taking on this endeavor. You know, helping out with the resort. I know it’s out of your comfort zone, but I have complete faith that you’ll both handle it exactly as it should be handled.”
I nodded. “Thank you for giving us the opportunity.”
“What do the pets think of the change?” he asked.
“We kept it a secret for as long as we could,” I told him. “Figured they would hear about it soon enough, so we told them this morning.”
“And…?” Trent glanced between us.
“They tried to pretend it wasn’t a big deal that we would no longer be leaving them alone, but we could see it. They weren’t any happier with us traveling than we were. They seemed content to know we’d be home every night.”
“Good. I’m glad it’s working out. Well”—Trent got to his feet—“I better make my rounds, check on my own pets. Clarissa was not at all keen on the idea of serving as a table this evening.”
“Tell her she was the lucky one,” Isaac noted. “Everly’s a statue.”
“That doesn’t sound too bad,” Trent said, clearly not understanding the problem.
“Oh, sorry.” Isaac chuckled. “Did I forget to mention she’s a statue in the water fountain? Had to slip off the hose and shoes, too.”
Trent’s grin was slow and wicked. “I’ll have to check that out.”
“You should. She’s rather delightful.” The deep voice had us all turning as Talon stepped up.
He was one of the few men I had to look up to. Him and Zeke Lautner, being that they were the same height, clocking in at six eight. I was pretty sure they ate small animals for meals considering they were probably as wide as they were tall, solid muscle. Granted, that was where the similarities ended. Talon had long black hair that hung well past his thick shoulders. His Native American heritage was prominent, his dark eyes usually shielded by a pair of dark glasses.
“Good to see you both,” Talon said politely, nodding rather than offering a
hand.
“The same. Did the dungeon check out?”
A faint smile turned up one corner of his mouth. “I found it rather pleasurable, yes.”
With Talon, that could’ve meant practically anything.
“You didn’t bring a pet along for the evening?”
Talon’s dark brow lifted.
Yeah, it was a stupid question, I knew, but hey, couldn’t blame a man for trying. Talon was known to play with the submissives at the club, both male and female. He had no preference. Most of them would come running back for more if he would have them, but that was the thing with Talon. He didn’t mess with a submissive more than once. Unless, of course, it was one of the trainees. At that point, he would pitch in, but he didn’t get involved. Ever.
“I don’t know if there’s one who could handle you,” Trent joked, slapping him on the back before heading in the opposite direction.
Talon’s gaze snagged on a tiny little thing making her way through the room. I trailed her with my eyes as she pushed her way through the throng of people.
“I’ll be back,” he rumbled before walking away.
I glanced at Isaac, who simply shrugged.
“Well, I guess we should enjoy this party,” I told him.
“You’re probably right.” He smiled. “I think maybe we should go check out that fountain again.”
I grinned, then started toward the other side of the house. “A really nice art piece.”
“The nicest I think I’ve ever seen,” Isaac noted.
“You thinking perhaps we should get one for the house?”
He chuckled, his gaze swinging from Everly as a statue, then over to Dante who was still serving food and drinks though practically naked. “This place is giving me quite a few ideas.”
Yeah, now that he mentioned it, there was a lot of potential.
Always something to think about.
TALON
“I told you, I need to find my brother,” the woman exclaimed, her low, raspy voice bordering on hysterical.
I had followed her from the moment she stormed through the house. Tiny little thing, no bigger than a minute. A bit on the thin side, with the longest, shiniest hair I’d ever seen. Before I could approach, a male in a tacky suit grabbed her arm, jerked her toward him.
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