End Zone (Game Plan Series Book 3)

by Breanna Hayse

  “It’s been fifteen years, and we’ve never danced in front of an audience. Do you want to practice?”

  “There’s no need. We’ll move as the Lux Aeterna directs us. I will also wear my collar.”

  “But that means …”

  “I know what it means. My life will be in my Master’s hands. I’m not afraid. Please give this to me.”

  Dorian rested his chin on her head and thought about her words. The breeze dried the wetness from his face in a warm caress. His teeth grazed the back of her neck, and she shivered against him. “Then we will dance as you wish. Now, about my car …” sport

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Pausing at the poolside, Cassie studied Rob’s magnificent body as he lounged in the sun. As she looked at him through new eyes, gratitude filled her heart. He had loved her enough to bring her to a place where the brokenness inside of her would be mended and gave her the gift of this family who she could trust to guard her against the dark, sad place of her past.

  “Hi stranger,” she said, standing in the path of the sunlight.

  “Cass? Damn, I’ve missed you!” Rob exclaimed as he snatched her up in his big arms and squeezed her lovingly. “This separate room thing is killing me. We haven’t slept apart since I brought you home with me.”

  “I thought that maybe we could sneak away and play.” She picked up the bottle of tanning oil, poured some into her palm, and ran her hands along the ridges of his abdomen, across his solid pecs, and over the bulging muscles of his shoulders and arms. “I love your body. It makes me feel so tiny and vulnerable.”

  “You are tiny, and I thought you hated being vulnerable.”

  “I’ve gone through some major changes these last few days.” Her oil-covered hands moved over the tops of his thighs before inching towards his cock.

  Rob grabbed her hand and raised an eyebrow. “Sweetheart, you need to stop this. Dorian asked that we don’t engage in adult activities with you until he gave his approval. You know how I feel about respecting his orders.”

  “This was his idea. He also didn’t seem to mind me giving you a blowjob under the table.” She straddled his waist and wiggled her bottom against his cock, working the oil from on top of his belly onto her inner thighs. She then rubbed the fragrant liquid over her arms and the tops of her legs. “He said you’ve been working hard and might like some Big Girl time.”

  Rob sat up and pulled her legs around his waist and slipped his hands under her shirt. “Did he now?” She nodded, lifting her chin as he massaged the oil into the skin of her back. “I would like that, but why sneak away?”

  She wrinkled her nose. “There are people all over the place.”

  “So? Half of them have no clothes on, and the other half are absorbed in their own pleasure and don’t care about anyone else. Dorian’s been pushing my limits and challenging the way I think. He wants me to disrupt my routine and start doing things that aren’t in my control.”

  “He’s doing the same thing with me, but sex is so personal.”

  “The rules of the Manor are simple. Nothing is forbidden here that’s safe, sane and consensual. What’s the worst that could happen? We get an audience.”

  “Did an alien lay an egg in your brain or am I dreaming? Robert Johnson would never even think of suggesting such a thing.” She looked at him suspiciously. “Besides, I’m not into exhibition.”

  “How do you know? Bryon discovered how much he liked to show off during his training here and tried to include me, but I was too reserved. The Graye’s reminded me that we couldn't grow unless we are willing to take risks.”

  “We don’t have any condoms. Dorian had my IUD pulled, and I just got the implant. It’s not good for a week.” She hastily looked for an excuse to dissuade him.

  “There are dispensers everywhere, but no one says we have to go there.” His hands slipped under her bra and began to knead her breasts and play with her nipples.

  “Mmm, harder,” she purred as he pinched the hardening nubs.

  “Harder? I’ll be happy to oblige but let’s start with a little more incentive to try something new.”

  Cassie squeaked as she was plopped over his warm lap and her shorts and panties were yanked down to expose her backside to both the sunshine and the curious onlookers. A hard smack was promptly delivered to each cheek.

  “Ow! Rob, people are watching. Let go of me.”

  “Good. Let’s give them a show.”

  “You’re embarrassing me. Please stop before I get mad.”

  “You need to cool your jets, Missy.” He sharply spanked her ten more times, each swat growing in intensity. He picked her up around the waist with a single arm and rose from the lounge chair. Her shorts and panties fell to the pool deck as she was carried into the pool and stripped of the rest of her clothing.

  “Rob!” She sunk under the water to conceal her breasts.

  “There’s a rumor that you’ve already streaked around the property, so I’m not quite sure about your issue here.” His swim shorts joined her clothes, and her eyes widened with shock. Rob was the last person she would have expected to go skinny-dipping in broad daylight in public view.

  “It was an extenuating circumstance,” she whispered.

  “The Manor’s a safe place to explore the unknown, and I’ve decided that it’s time to step off the ledge and see if I can fly.” He had a mischievous smile on his face as he stalked her.

  “Lucky me.” Cassie groaned, her oiled skin slipping from his grasp. She held her arms crossed over her chest as she inched away towards the deep end.

  He caught her as she went under the water. “You can’t escape that easily, my tender little subbie.”

  “Dammit, Rob. You look like you’re ready to eat me alive.” She frowned at the dark, feral lust in his eyes.

  “Maybe I am.” He uncrossed her arms and held them over her head. “This is the one place in the world that we don’t ever have to hide from ourselves or be what society thinks we should be. Kiss me,” he ordered, lifting her out of the water and placing her on the smooth edge. “I love you, Cassie. You dominate my heart. Command me. Close your eyes and focus only on me.”

  Her lips crushed his, and she forced her tongue between his teeth. Pressing her hand to the back of his head, she deepened her tongue’s penetration and closed her eyes to shut out the rest of the world. Her body tingled as he nudged her legs apart and knelt in the shallow water before her. His lips trailed along her soft flesh, nipping their way towards the apex of her thighs before sinking his teeth into the delicate creases of her pussy. She trembled as the rough stubble of his face rubbed against her tender skin before clamping his mouth to suckle upon the velvety soft lips. Cassie grabbed a handful of his hair and rolled her head back as he bit down on her pulse point.

  “What do you want, Cass? Tell me.” He growled, slipping his fingers into her slick entrance and biting the inside of her other thigh.

  “Anything you want to give me.” Raking her nails over his shoulders, she no longer cared who watched. “Take control. Don’t make me think.”

  She panted as his fingers delved deeper inside of her. The water covered her shoulders as he pulled her back into the pool, cooling her naked flesh from the hot sun. A solid, warm wall of flesh touched her back, and a pair of arms locked her in place.

  “I’m impressed, Rob. You’ve attracted quite a crowd,” Bryon said. “Do you want some help?”

  “Hold her over your shoulders so I can play with her ass. Cassandra? If you make any noise other than for enjoyment, I’ll stop.”

  Cassie bit her lip as the big man hefted her over his right shoulder and pulled her right leg across his chest to open her ass to Rob’s view. She felt his mouth on her cheeks before his tongue pressed against her bottom hole.

  “Do you want me in here?” Rob asked, his mouth moving to her swollen clit as he placed a finger into her reluctant orifice and stroked in and out. She nodded, clutching Bryon’s back and whispering her delight against hi
s hot skin. “Bry? Sit on the stairs and hold her tight. I want to fuck her.”

  “Anything for you, Bro. Having the front row seat to watch the show is a nice change. I’m so proud of you!” Bryon said with a chuckle as he placed his large hands on either side of her cheeks and stretched them apart.

  “Thanks, but right now the only thing I care about is shoving my dick up this gorgeous ass and listening to her squeal,” Rob said, his voice hoarse as he stood behind her and rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy to coat it with her juices. He held her thighs apart and pressed the tip to her tiny, pink pucker and urged his thick shaft through the tight ring. Cassie’s nails raked across Bryon’s shoulders as Rob inched his cock into the snug, narrow passage.

  “You’re so hot and tight,” he groaned, easing his way inside until his balls pressed against her smooth cheeks. She reeled with elation as he slowly pumped his cock in and out of her ass while fingers pulled and stroked her clit.

  “More! Harder!” She ordered, digging her claws into her captor’s sides as her body started to tremble. Rob’s hammering cock plunged faster, and she could feel it swell right before erupting with a steaming stream of cum into her bowels. With a final flick to her hard clit, she buried her teeth in Bryon’s shoulder and screamed with a sizzling climax. When she slumped over like a rag doll, a loud round of applause drummed from around the pool.

  She weakly lifted her head and smiled. “I think I just found a new kink. Bryon? If Krissy wants to watch, it’s okay with me.”

  ****

  “What was that about?” Merry asked after Dorian tucked his cell phone back into his pocket.

  “Apparently, our little Sweetheart took my advice to jump Rob’s bones.”

  “I don’t understand why you would receive a call about that.”

  “Because Rob decided to fuck her in the ass in the pool while Bryon held her over his shoulder.”

  “Oh! Can we go watch?” Merry’s eyes twinkled.

  “They’ve already finished. Besides, while I would ordinarily be the first one in the audience when it comes to Cassandra, it just seems so wrong.”

  “Wow. She got under your skin, didn’t she?”

  “She sure did. I’m going to miss that little monster when they leave.”

  His wife kissed his cheek. “I told you we need more of her! Don’t worry—they’ll be back. They live close enough to drive and can use the road to the island. Make sure to let them know that they are welcome at any time. Family doesn’t require an invitation.”

  “I will. Let’s go to our room. I’m in the mood to make love to my wife.”

  “Your wife would like that very much, Master Graye.”

  Holding hands, they entered the Manor just in time to see the staff rush out of site. Dorian slowly turned to face Mrs. Lyon and her large wooden spoon.

  “Is something wrong, Brigitte?” he asked with innocence.

  She wagged the spoon in his face. “I know you’ve been avoiding me, young man! I want an explanation as to why you allowed that child into my kitchen without my permission.”

  Merry giggled under her breath and was pinched in the bottom and given a sour look before Dorian answered the angry chef. He had to think fast before the spoon went flying. “My niece is a French culinary student, and I wanted to ask you if you would allow her to intern under you. I know how particular you are, so I thought that she could do something like an audition of sorts.”

  “I don’t take on interns.”

  “I guess you didn’t taste her concoction. Apparently, she developed the recipe on her own. What a shame—she would have made you proud to carry your name on her resume. Oh well, she can’t say that we didn’t try,” he said to Merry. “She’s just going to be so disappointed.”

  “Dorian? I already mentioned the idea of speaking with Alain Passard about this earlier. He wouldn’t refuse a chance to help an inspiring chef and he does owe TCG a favor for promoting his restaurant. I believe that going to Paris and working at L’Arpège would be so much more inspirational for Cassandra than working at the Manor.”

  “You’re right, darling. I should have considered that point. I’m sorry we bothered you, Mrs. Lyon. I’ll keep her out of the kitchen from now on.”

  “You wait one minute, Dorian Graye! You will not call Alain, hear me? He couldn’t give that child half the attention that her talent deserves. She needs to be nurtured by someone with patience and flexibility. He also would never allow experimentation in his kitchen, and a good chef needs to be allowed to make mistakes.”

  “But you don’t take interns.”

  “I’ve never tasted a mousse with such complex flavors but her technique is rough, and she obviously needs someone to correct her mistakes. I expect to see her this summer, do you understand?” The spoon wagged in his face.

  “Yes, Ma’am,” Dorian said, holding back a smile as she stomped away while muttering under her breath. As soon as the coast was clear, he and Merry burst into loud laughter.

  “I’m enthralled, Mrs. Graye. I think you are becoming the Queen of the Mind-Fuck.”

  “I’ve learned from the best, Your Majesty. Score one for the Whip Master,” Merry snorted.

  “I’m ready to score again. The bedroom, Mrs. Graye?”

  “It would be my pleasure, Mr. Graye.”

  ****

  “Everyone seems to be content this evening.” Dorian studied the mood around the dinner table. “Even Mrs. Lyon smiled for a split second.”

  “Are you sure it wasn’t gas?” Elias grumbled.

  “Be nice,” Merry scolded, slapping his arm. “I heard you had a lovely time at the pool this afternoon, Cassandra. Would you like the share anything about it?”

  “It was fabulous. I didn’t realize that having an audience would be that much fun. I wasn’t even aware of them.”

  “It’s fun when you are in control. Not so much when you aren’t,” Merry stated. “We need to get back to business. Rob? Did you work on those exercises that I asked for?”

  “No, Ma’am,” he answered politely. “I was a bit preoccupied.”

  “I want them tonight before you go to bed. I made myself clear that timeliness was essential and we are in a crunch.”

  Dorian watched the exchange with amusement. If only Merry could see what she looked like when she switched over to her dominant side.

  “I dropped the ball. I’ll get on them right away.”

  “But Rob and I were going to take a walk on the beach.”

  “I’m sorry, darling, but this is part of the course he’s taking with us. If he doesn’t do those exercises tonight, he won’t be prepared for tomorrow,” Merry explained.

  “I don’t care. I haven’t seen him in days, and I want some alone time.”

  “The answer is ‘no,’ Cassandra. He accepted this assignment and promised to complete it.”

  “Screw the assignment. We need some quiet time, and I don’t care for the way you’re talking to my Dom,” Cassie broadcasted, staring Merry right in the eye.

  “This should be interesting,” Elias mused, sitting back in his chair and raising his glass in Dorian’s direction. Bryon just shook his head and wisely stayed silent.

  “First, Little Miss, what I request of my students is none of your business. Second, I don’t care for that tone of voice. I suggest you bring it down a couple of notches.” Merry’s voice went to a lower register.

  “He’s a Dom, and you can’t talk to him like that.”

  “Cass, give it a rest. It’s fine,” Rob said quietly.

  “No, I won’t give it a rest.” She slammed her napkin on the table. “He’s not only going to forget about your ridiculous assignment, but he’s going to spend the night with me.”

  “Lower your voice, Cassandra,” Dorian said quietly. “There will not be any shouting at my table.”

  “Then tell her that she’s out of line!”

  “He will do no such thing, young lady. You are to march your little butt up to your room and
stay there for the rest of the evening. Alone. I will not stand being spoken to in this manner. It’s disrespectful and will not be tolerated,” Merry scolded.

  “I’m not going anywhere. Rob? Why aren’t you saying anything?”

  “For the same reason that Dorian, Bryon and I aren’t intervening. Rob’s respecting the Code, kid,” Elias informed her. “You know better now, and I’d advise you to do as you’re told.”

  “Fuck the Code. You’re not the boss of me, Merry.”

  “And that she blows,” Elias said, downing his wine.

  “Come with me this instant, Little Girl. We are going to finish this discussion in private.” Merry stood and walked straight to where Cassie was sitting.

  “No. I’m an adult, and I’m not going to … let go of my ear!”

  “Adult, you say?” Merry sat on a chair that Dorian had absently placed away from the table. “Let’s see what an adult does when they get a bare-bottom spanking in the middle of the dining hall in front of our guests.”

  Cassie screeched as she was pinned across the tall woman’s lap. Merry pinned Cassie’s ankles with her right leg before reaching under the sundress to pull the panties down to the squirming girl’s knees.

  “Let go of me!”

  “You mentioned that you liked having an audience. Well, now you have one. Mrs. Lyon!” Merry lifted the skirt to expose the bared backside. Dorian smiled as her voice reverberated across the large room. Hurricane Merry was in the house.

  “What do you need, Mrs. Graye?”

  “Your spoon, please.”

  “No!” Cassie yelled as she watched the exchange. She struggled against Merry’s hold. “I’m sorry!”

  “Like hell, you are.” The spoon came down with a heavy splat across the left cheek, and Cassie yowled in pain.

  Dorian watched the reactions around the room with interest. The Maids had all disappeared, each aware of their red-headed leader’s temper when riled. All the guests watched—some with expressions of sympathy, others with sardonic grins. Elias, as usual, looked bored. Rob and Bryon looked concerned but tried to hide their feelings.