by Opal Carew
“If you had known who the Fantasy Stranger was, it would have ruined it.” He stepped toward her. “Sandra, I don’t think that’s why you’re mad. In fact, I don’t think you’re mad at all.”
She stared at him, the blood pounding through her temples, her breathing hard and erratic. Why was she mad? Because he’d played a role? Because he hadn’t told her about it?
Or because he’d done it so well?
“I think you’re using anger to distract yourself,” he said.
She bit back her question—From what?—because she didn’t want to hear his answer.
He stepped forward. She took a step back.
“You said you loved me,” he said.
“I was in the moment. It just came out. I didn’t mean it.”
“Now I think you’re lying.”
“It doesn’t matter.” She gritted her teeth. “The person I said it to isn’t real.”
“He is real. I’m real.”
Her chest tightened painfully. She shook her head, desperately wanting to run away.
“Sandra, why did you think I was the Fantasy Stranger? I didn’t blindfold you. I didn’t bring a yellow rose.”
“I … well, it was … I mean, the way you touched me…”
He held his hands open at his sides. “But I was just being myself.”
She took another step back.
“Devlin, I don’t love you.”
He stepped forward and caught her shoulders. “Are you sure?”
She stared at him, willing herself to pull away as his face drew near. But she didn’t move a muscle to escape as his lips found hers and he kissed her. Sweetly. Tenderly.
The world swayed around her.
“I can’t love you, Devlin.”
“Why not?”
Tears welled in her eyes. “Because…” She choked back a lump in her throat. “The only time I believed I was in love, I was wrong.”
He smiled, his eyes glowing in the moonlight. “But what if, this time, you’re right?”
Her breath caught and she stared into his eyes, lost in the glittering blue depths, her head shaking.
He cupped her face between his hands. “Sandra, what are you afraid of?”
“What if…” She sucked in air and started again. “What if I’m right and…”
“And what?” he prompted.
She stared into the fiery depths of his eyes and the heat washed over her, making her feel wanted. Needed. Loved.
And it scared her because she remembered when Eric had looked at her like that and how much it had hurt when that heat had faded away.
She trembled. “And … I lose you?”
He hugged her tight against him, stroking her hair gently.
“Oh, God, Sandra. You’ll never lose me.”
“You can’t know that. Your feelings might change.”
“They won’t. I promise you that.” He drew back and stared into her eyes again, his blue eyes intense. “But even if you don’t believe that, you should still take the chance.”
“Why?”
“Because being afraid to love is no way to live.”
Her heart pounded. She’d been so proud of herself when she’d recognized that what she felt for the Fantasy Stranger wasn’t real love. Because the Fantasy Stranger wasn’t real. But now that she knew the Fantasy Stranger was Devlin, she realized those feelings were real. And they were a reflection of what Devlin felt for her.
She’d met Devlin at a time when she’d promised herself she wouldn’t get involved romantically with a man, so they’d become friends, but she’d always been attracted to him. And ever since she’d gotten involved with him sexually, she’d felt the difference when she was with him and when she was with the other men—even James, whom she’d had a strong attraction to in the past. It wasn’t the same. What she felt for Devlin was deeper. Stronger.
Could she be in love with Devlin for real?
“Besides, if anything,” Devlin said, “this whole experience must have convinced you that you don’t have any problem attracting men. As friends. As lovers. Even if you aren’t in a committed relationship, you don’t need to be alone.”
Devlin smiled at her and her heart swelled. Sweet, encouraging Devlin. He seemed to know her better than she knew herself.
She ached to lean forward and kiss him again. To feel his arms holding her tight.
“You really do love me?” she asked.
His blue eyes glittered brightly. “Are you kidding? I’m crazy about you.” A deep ache thrummed through her, and her heart pounded with joy because she knew now that what she felt for Devlin was true love.
Devlin stroked her cheek. “I see it in your eyes, but I need to hear it. Tell me.”
She blinked back tears of joy, and her mouth broadened in an irresistible smile. She stroked his raspy cheek.
“I love you, Devlin.”
He chuckled and picked her up, then spun her around. Their mouths found each other and he kissed her breathless.
When he finally released her, she grinned at him. “Just my luck. I finally fall hopelessly in love with a man just when I’ve figured out all I have to do is make a list of fantasies and they’ll all come true. Life was just getting interesting.”
He chuckled. “You don’t think I’m going to stop you from enjoying your fantasies, do you?”
Her eyebrows arched. “Really? Even with James and Craig?”
“As long as I can play a starring role.”
She laughed and hugged him tight. “Always.”
He stroked her hair back and kissed her. At the tender touch of his lips, her heart swelled with love.
As that feeling swept through her, she realized this was totally different from what she’d felt for Eric. This love settled deep in her heart and rippled through every part of her, filling the deepest, darkest—and loneliest—spots within her.
She sighed as she gazed into Devlin’s glowing eyes.
Devlin’s love completed her. And deep down in her soul she knew she was totally and thoroughly in love with Devlin.
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, t
hen 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.
