Darlings and Disorder for the Dom [Loving in Silver 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Lynn Stark

  Colt nodded. “I will find the right person for you. I have one in mind, but I will have to speak with him.” Daniel really was pure temptation, but he shoved it aside and paid for his purchase before heading toward the door. Daniel hurried ahead of him and opened the door. “Thank you, Daniel. Don’t worry. Things will work out for you.”

  “I hope so, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

  As he left the store Colt pulled out his phone and called a trusted friend who was, at that moment, without a submissive. If anyone could give the gentle Daniel a feeling of security he needed, it was Kyle. After a brief conversation he put his phone in his pocket with a sense of satisfaction. Now if he could only find someone to help Jessica, Daniel’s partner and former lover. Having spent time with them he understood they needed one another, but the life-altering abuse of a Dom they had run from several years before had left them broken and completely without trust.

  Crossing the street Colt entered a small boutique. He purchased two very revealing thongs. One was a very royal purple lace, the other a sheer white triangle. He didn’t bother with a bag, but tucked them away in his jacket’s pocket.

  Everything else he needed was at home, including the two women determined to get what they wanted from him. As much as he was willing to play the games, and satisfy them all after their self-imposed celibacy, he knew it would take more than a night of intense pleasure and physical gratification to make him decide to marry them.

  Agreeing would be so simple. They could marry and eventually have children. But what would happen when other needs began to press him? Though his self-control was nearly legendary, and something he prided himself on, how long would he be able to go before the other half of his being needed to be satisfied? Longing would battle with his sense of honor. He would be a devoted husband to both women. He would never stray, would never bring others to their bed as he had in the past. In all the time they had been together he had never brought another woman to their bed. It had always been a man.

  Colt’s jaw clenched as he finally realized that this was the sticking point, the one factor he couldn’t ignore. It was what he would have to give the most consideration to.

  By the time he returned to his car he had shaken off the doubts for the moment. Driving out of town toward the ranch, he decided that he, Clarissa, and Bliss would enjoy their night. Then tomorrow they would have to talk about what they needed from him and he would tell them his concerns and what he just might not be able to ignore.

  As with the mansion in town, the ranch had been in his family since the very beginning. The mansion was where he had spent the months while school was in session. His parents preferred living in Silver. But when the last day of school came he was on the ranch and living what he had called the “cowboy life.” It hadn’t bothered him in the least to get dirty, sweaty, or injured. He wanted the real experience of working on the ranch and the foreman had seen that he got it. In the beginning it had meant little more than collecting the eggs from the henhouse. As he grew so did his responsibilities.

  Considering the situation he was in, Colt was relieved that Bliss and Clarissa loved the ranch as much as he did. Though he owned several properties, and lived in whichever suited him at that moment, the ranch was home to him. It was where he would help raise these children his lovers wanted, if they decided to move forward.

  Sighing, Colt drove into the garage then lowered the door. Why couldn’t he get excited about the possibility of children? It wasn’t that he didn’t like them. Kids could be fun. Then there was the other ninety percent of the time. He chuckled at the exaggeration in his mind. Coming in contact with children in and around Silver was unavoidable. He did enjoy them, but they were often mysterious creatures which went home with their parents at the end of the day. No, he had no practical experience with them. He hadn’t ever done any babysitting as a teenager, had never watched a friend’s child.

  Walking along the long hallway from the garage entrance to the living room, Colt found his women there waiting for him. He wasn’t surprised to see them kneeling in submissive positions, knees spread, their heads bowed, and palms upward on their thighs. The blood rushed into his cock. It had been months since they had played and he was hungry for them. He was very pleased with his lovers.

  A growling sound from deep in his chest startled the women as much as it did him. They both looked up at him, their gray eyes wide, their red lips parted slightly. “Which of you is responsible for the horse in my office?”

  “It was my idea, Sir.” Bliss answered first, her lower lip quivering. Were those tears in her eyes? Colt stifled a laugh and forced a frown to his brows. “Clarissa had nothing to do with it.”

  Clarissa sniffled and he saw that there were tears filling her eyes. They really were incorrigible, which meant that they had never been boring in all the time he had known them. There was always an adventure, a scheme, a joke, all of which led to a punishment of some form. He was their Dom and their straight man. It had worked out well for them for a very long time.

  “It is very noble of you to take all the blame, but we know Clarissa is not without responsibility here. You will both be punished. Bliss, your punishment for lying to me is ten strikes of my hand to that perfect white ass of yours. Clarissa, for allowing Bliss to lie, you will also receive ten.”

  Heads lowered as Colt saw the tremors running through their bodies. Smiling, he emptied his pockets of gifts and peeled off his outer coat. “Clarissa.” She was on her feet in an instant, taking his coat. As she left the room he admired how her ass swayed provocatively. His cock, which had been hard since entering the house, pressed demandingly against his zipper. “Bliss.”

  Bliss hopped to her feet and crossed the room, to kneel again before him. “I have something for you. I don’t believe you deserve a gift, but you will wear them.” The tone he used brooked no argument, not that she would have done so. He saw the tremor go through her body again as he took away her choices.

  She remained silent before him. He offered the box with the cuffs in them. She took it without looking up at him. Her gasp of surprise reached his ears as she opened the box. After Bliss examined them for a moment she held the box up to him on her flat palms. He took it from her and removed the cuffs, tossing the case back to the tabletop.

  After unlocking them Colt moved behind her. “Hands up.” Bliss put her hands behind her neck and he slid the loops of the handcuffs into place, locking them securely around her slender wrists. Leaning forward he nuzzled her hair, inhaling the scent of jasmine.

  Colt turned as Clarissa entered the room. He motioned for her to move to the place beside Bliss. “Stand here.” She put out her hands as he offered the black box. He watched as her fingers trembled as she pulled the bow, releasing it. A moment later she was moaning her pleasure at the sight of the nipple clamps.

  As Bliss had done, Clarissa admired them for a moment before returning them to Colt on upturned palms. He removed the clamps and discarded the box. Then he was caressing her soft, round breasts, admiring them. They weren’t perfect, but he had admired them from the first. Creamy white skin covered them. He could see the veins under the skin. He traced them with his fingertips before teasing turgid pink nipples so they crimped into puckered little peaks. A low moan escaped Clarissa’s lips as he attached the first clamp.

  The jeweled weight pulled the point down, increasing the pain/pleasure Clarissa was feeling. A glance at her face told him she was enjoying it. Her eyes were closed, long, thick lashes a curved sweep against her flushed cheekbones. Her ruby lips were parted, her breath sucked between as she began the journey. A moment later there was a slight upward curve to her mouth. Colt attached the second clamp and bent down to swiftly kiss her mouth as she sucked in her breath as her awareness increased.

  Walking away from his two subs he went to the elegant Victorian-era sideboard to pour himself a measure of whiskey. As he turned he admired the two women with an appreciative gaze. Returning to them he remembered the other gifts. A
bit late, but not too late. He smiled to himself as he picked up the purple lace thong.

  “Bliss, to your feet. Clarissa, put these on her.”

  Lust shot through him as he watched the scrap of fabric slide into place. Colt thought it odd how so little could do so much. It framed Bliss’s shapely buttocks. They had plumped during the past couple of years, adding more shape. His mouth watered as he admired the twin mounds of white flesh and the purple lace curving over the top of them.

  “These are for you,” Colt said, handing the scrap of white silk to Clarissa. His gaze followed every movement as she stepped into them then pulled them up along her slender legs to cover the smooth velvet skin of her pretty pussy. “You’re both beautiful,” he told them in a husky voice. He wanted to punish them for their joke, but he didn’t know if he would manage to last that long. Moving to a leather wingback chair he sat down and set his drink on the nearby table. He loosened his gray silk tie and pushed back his suit coat. “Bliss.”

  They had been together so long she knew what he wanted. Colt undid his belt and unzipped his slacks. It took some doing, but he soon had his cock out. There was some relief as it hit his belly. As Bliss reached him he helped her drape her body over his lap. Pre-cum leaked from the slit of his cock and onto his shirt as his own excitement began to build.

  The moment Colt’s hand made the stinging connection with Bliss’s ass she began to count. Each time her body jerked his balls tightened. Pre-cum was leaking freely from his cock. He had gone without this pleasure too long. With his cock trapped between his body and hers he knew it wouldn’t be long before he came, if he didn’t get himself under control. Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes and counted.

  Bliss moved off his lap to kneel with her back to Colt in a submissive posture, her hands locked behind her neck with the gold and diamond handcuffs. His gaze raked over her, from the beautiful red-gold hair streaming down her back, to the glowing red handprints on her shapely ass.

  Clarissa draped herself across his lap and within moments he was delivering her punishment as she counted each time his hand came in contact with her silken skin. She jumped and moaned before she caught herself. His cock pressed against her body, wanting its own satisfaction. When he finished she crawled off his lap to kneel at his feet. He looked at her bowed head, the rigid nipples between the clamps, and the sparkle of the diamonds as the pendants moved in the light from the lamps.

  Spreading his knees, he grabbed the base of his cock and stroked. “Bliss, come here.” She rose on her knees and turned with practiced ease, her hands still locked behind her neck. Her breasts jiggled, the nipples hard peaks. The natural breasts were still firm, their tips pointing slightly upward. They were darker in color than Clarissa’s, with more of a copper hue to the pink. His mouth watered. He loved their breasts and each time he suckled at them his cock and balls would jerk with pleasure. “Suck my cock.”

  Red, red lips stretched over the wide, mushroom-shaped head of Colt’s cock. He watched from beneath heavy lids as Bliss began to suck on the head, her tongue swirling around the flared rim with great skill. The tip of it stroked the sensitive plane beneath, rubbing vigorously, which sent sharp jolts of pleasure shooting through his body. He felt his balls tighten as she traced a heavy, twisting vein. It took every bit of willpower he had not to come at that moment.

  When Colt felt he had reached the end of his considerable control he slid his fingers into Bliss’s thick hair, holding her head as he began to fuck her mouth. The hot, wet heat of it slid up and down his shaft, transforming it from flesh and blood to steel. She moaned around it and took more with each thrust until the head was striking the back of her throat. She swallowed hard then, pressing against the spongy head of his cock.

  Control shattering, Colt shouted his pleasure as cum was pumped in powerful spurts from his balls and into Bliss’s mouth. She swallowed eagerly, moaning all the while until she had swallowed every drop. Then she was pulling away, releasing him, so she could lick the pearly remnants from his shrinking flesh. He watched as her pink tongue slid over her lips and down to her chin before she sat back on her heels and waited.

  Thinking of the flogger, Colt smiled and stood, reaching for the box. He flipped off the lid and took it out. “On the table,” he told Clarissa. She was on her feet and running to the dining room ahead of him. He left Bliss where she was. It would be torture for her, because she wouldn’t be able to watch him use the flogger on their lover.

  When he entered the room he was pleased to see her kneeling on the end of the twelve-foot-long cherry wood table. Her head and shoulders were down, her knees were spread wide. Reaching out he snagged a finger in the thong and jerked hard. It snapped and fell away. Clarissa’s swollen pussy begged for his attention. His blood raced as he stroked the leather falls of the flogger, giving them both a moment to feel the growing anticipation. It had been far too long since he had been able to give his submissives the attention they craved. Feeding their carnal hunger in return fed his dark lust.

  Pulling back the hand holding the flogger he swung it with enough strength to remind her why they were so perfect together. Would the women want to leave this part of themselves behind once they were married and had children?

  It was another matter they would have to discuss.

  The cry erupting from Clarissa’s mouth caused his cock to jerk with renewed interest. Colt smiled with satisfaction as he applied the flogger over and over again to her tender, reddened flesh. One stroke across her pussy was all it took to send her over the edge. Normally he wouldn’t have let her come, but he wanted her pussy tight, convulsing, when he shoved his cock deep into it. Dropping the flogger to the floor he grabbed his cock with one hand and her hip with the other. Then he was lining up his cock to the cream-filled entrance and shoving inside.

  Colt fucked the passion-drugged beauty like the beast he felt clawing deep inside himself. He was merciless as he thrust in deeply, and then withdrew until he was nearly unsheathed, before ramming his cock home once again.

  Mewling cries filled the room as Clarissa began meeting him thrust for thrust. She knew how very hungry he was. Hers mirrored his. She fed him, nurtured him, until he was hovering at the edge of a precipice. There was a tingling at the base of his spine. Though he had just come he was ready to do so again. His balls ached, his blood burned in his veins. Holding Clarissa’s hips he fucked her as hard as he could until she was screaming his name and begging for release.

  Reaching down Colt found her clit and pinched it hard with one hand while he caught the pendant dangling from a nipple clamp and pulled quite hard. Clarissa bucked hard once again, jamming herself onto his cock as she screamed his name over and over as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Satisfied, Colt pulled free and released pearly ropes of cum over her ass. He watched as it coated her skin, slid down over the pink rosette of her asshole. Her scent and his mingled in the air and he inhaled the musk deeply into his nostrils.

  Colt felt the cloak of gratification wrap around him. He was in a very sated state of mind until the door from the kitchen burst open and a man came running in, swinging a silver serving tray.

  “Let her go before I call the cops!”

  He stopped mid-zip on his slacks to deflect the blow with his left forearm. “What the fuck? Who the hell are you?” Colt couldn’t remember the last time he had raised his voice. He rarely found it necessary to do so. But this time his voice came out in a roar.

  Clarissa was lunging across the table, trying to reach for the stranger. She missed, as he was determined to defend her. “Gilly, no! He wasn’t hurting me!”

  Colt didn’t know why, but he chuckled, the proclamation bursting the bubble of shock and anger. “I must be losing my touch.”

  Clarissa shot him a fiery glance before she scrambled off the table and all but tackled the man. “Stop it, Gilly. Colt wasn’t hurting me. He was making me feel good.”

  The stranger named Gilly stopped trying to swing the tray again. Colt looked him
over as he finished zipping his slacks and buckling this slim black belt around his waist. The man was beautiful. He was younger than he was, probably somewhere in his late twenties to early thirties, and absolutely tempting. His wavy hair was a rich brown, as were his eyes. Oh, yeah, he was as sexy as hell and there wasn’t a damned thing Colt could do about it.

  He forced down his disappointment and looked at Clarissa. “Go shower. I’ll be along in a moment to take care of you. Take Bliss with you.”

  Clarissa hurried from the room without speaking. Colt looked Gilly over. He didn’t fail to notice the man’s eyes followed Clarissa with more than a little hunger in them. “Who are you, Gilly?”

  The smaller man straightened. “I’m a chef at the Silver Star Hotel. I’m here to prepare supper for the three of you tonight.” He didn’t look happy as he glared at Colt.

  He wondered if he should have a food taster. The guy looked like he was capable of poisoning him at that moment. His mouth twitched again with his inner amusement.

  “Do you want to fuck Clarissa?” The man blinked, stared, and then swallowed hard. Colt glanced down pointedly to the tented black slacks. Gilly blushed and looked away, biting his lip. “Answer me, Gilly. Do you want to fuck Clarissa?”

  “No!” Gilly shouted. Pivoting with the grace of a ballet dancer, he dashed back through the swinging kitchen door.

  Colt smiled. Interesting.

  He wondered just what his two loves were up to. Leaving the dining room he returned to the living room to finish his Scotch.

  Chapter Two

  As soon as they were in the master bedroom and had closed the door, Bliss caught Clarissa by the arm and pulled her around. “What happened? I heard Gilly yelling at Colt.”

  Clarissa giggled. “He was. Gilly came to my rescue just as Colt covered my ass with cum. Maybe we should have explained a few things to him, other than to tell him to stay in the kitchen until we called. I don’t know if I’m happy or horrified. Colt asked Gilly if he wanted to fuck me.”