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

by Lynn Stark

  Now friends and neighbors, and a few strangers, were crowded in the community center. They spread out, giving the newlyweds the floor, as the strains of romantic music filled the large room. Colt guided Clarissa around the polished floor, smiling down at the woman staring at him with love in her beautiful gray eyes. He felt the warmth of her skin beneath his palm, the heat of her body seeping through the white knit dress hugging it.

  Halfway through the song, a smiling Bliss appeared beside them. Clarissa stepped away and Bliss took her place in his arms. He held her close, bending to nuzzle her neck. Her giggle delighted him as it always did. It was something he would never tire of hearing.

  Glancing around, Colt saw that Avery and Gilly were dancing with one another. His eyebrows rose as they did so rather expertly, their moves similar to those of ballroom dancers. They were definitely hamming it up and he grinned as Gilly smoothly dipped Avery as the last of the music faded away.

  Applause erupted. Both men bowed, laughing as they left the dance floor with their arms around one another. They headed to the tables laden with food brought in by the partiers. It didn’t take long to fill their plates and move to the head table.

  Colt was relieved that Logan didn’t feel the need to make a traditional toast to the newlyweds. Having friends approach them, offering their good wishes, was enough. They were all heartfelt and sincere. He was introduced to Gilly’s parents and sister and was relieved to discover they were as warm and loving as his man. He regretted that Avery didn’t have the kind of parents who accepted him as he was. It was a great loss for everyone. As for Bliss and Clarissa’s parents, they busy with their own lives and rarely took the time to share anything with their daughters. He wouldn’t be surprised when an expensive, but predictable sterling tea service arrived from both sets of parents.

  When two cakes were pushed out on carts Colt leaned toward Clarissa and whispered, “You both may add five to the count tonight.”

  One cake was obviously their wedding cake, two female and three male figures on the top. The other was ablaze with candles. He assumed there were forty of them. He rose and walked around until he was in front of the cake. Children pushed their way forward, gathering around, oohing and aahing, eyes wide as they stared at the large cake and the sea of orange-red flames.

  “Go ahead,” he invited and grinned as they began blowing out the candles. It went rather well and they cheered and clapped to celebrate their success. “Nice job. Everyone gets a piece.”

  “Happy Birthday” was sung by all and he smiled and nodded, though his glance back at his partners told them that they were due punishment. Clarissa and Bliss simply smiled in return. They were obviously looking forward to it. They were two incorrigible brats he wouldn’t trade for anything in the world.

  Great food, friends, champagne, and cake were all parts of a wonderful celebration. They danced again before they left. When begged nicely, Colt allowed them a second hour. Giving it was a strain on his desires. He wanted nothing more than to take his lovers, his loves, to their honeymoon destination so he could show them just how much he loved them.

  When they finally pulled their coats on and headed toward the exit, Colt was both relieved and impatient. They were delayed by more well-wishes, handshakes, and what seemed like hundreds of hugs. He accepted each with the good manners he had been taught. His friends truly wished them the very best. He could feel it and it gave him hope that his relationship with Clarissa, Bliss, Gilly, and Avery would truly be a wonderful one.

  Colt had no doubt there would be rough patches along the way. What relationship didn’t have them? But he had bound himself to four very special people and their happiness was something he would devote himself to.

  They stopped dead when they left the building to stare in disbelief at their SUV. Around it, in a fantastic display of an expert’s technique of kinbaku, the white vehicle had been tied with an incredible length of red rope. There was male laughter, rather like the sound hyenas made when calling to one another, and he saw the Preston brothers standing nearby with a rather smug Logan.

  Okay, his friend was officially an asshole. Obviously the brothers had helped him and were quite pleased with the joke.

  “Jerks,” Colt told them without any real heat. “How the hell are we supposed to leave if you have the doors tied shut?”

  As people began crowding around and taking photos, Colt gathered his lovers close and waited, giving everyone a chance to get photos of them standing before the now submissive SUV. The photographer which had been hired, scampered around, grinning as he took shot after shot. When Bliss began to shiver he took the knife out of his pocket and cut the three knotted, entwined ropes over the door, allowing it to be opened. She scrambled inside even as Logan and the others began removing the rest of it. When they were finished the rope was tossed into the back.

  “Don’t want to let good rope go to waste,” Logan said, grinning as he slapped Colt on the back. “Have a good life with them.”

  “Thanks. I intend to. What the fuck?”

  He had looked down to see what was on the ground. Cowbells and handcuffs were tied to the bumper of the SUV. He stared in amazement for a moment before he looked at the retreating back of his friend.

  “I hope Peaches has triplets next time.” Everyone knew how frustrated Logan became with children. That didn’t mean that he didn’t treat them very well or love them completely, because he did. But the big, bad Dom hadn’t figured out how to get the tiny creatures to bend to his will. They usually walked all over him. “And that they’re all like Ryan!”

  “Hey! What did I ever do to you?” Peaches shouted from the crowd, laughing along with everyone else.

  Laughing and waving, Colt walked around and got in. Since he had started it remotely a few minutes before leaving the building it was toasty warm inside. He glanced in the back and then laughed as he saw Clarissa sitting sideways on the bench seat, her feet tucked under Gilly.

  “Since you’re supposed to be the boss of them,” Gilly complained, “couldn’t you make her wear wool socks and winter boots? It’s like sitting on two bricks of ice.”

  “I could try, but I’ve never told them what they could and couldn’t wear.”

  “My balls are freezing now.”

  Colt chuckled. “We’ll see what we can do to warm them up once we’re at the lodge. Do either of you ski?”

  “Yes.” Avery and Gilly answered together.

  “Good. If you are not too worn out in the morning, perhaps we’ll go out. That is, if you want to try out the slopes we have to offer.”

  “It’s been a while, but I’m willing to try,” Avery said eagerly.

  Before they went any farther Colt pulled to the side of the road and got out to take the bells and handcuffs off the bumper. He threw them in with the rope then walked back to climb in behind the wheel.

  They continued the conversation as they traveled along snowy roads. There was little traffic and the sky was clear. Having spoken with the snow patrol earlier in the day he knew that they had gone to areas prone to avalanches and taken preventative action. So far this season no one had been injured. No one had been killed on the slopes in years and then it had been two of his closest friends, members of the ski patrol out on a rescue search for skiers who had deliberately wandered off the marked trails. Their stupidity had cost two men their lives, a woman her husbands, and many other friends, as well as brothers and sons.

  When they reached the large gates Colt punched in the code. They swung back, allowing the SUV to move between. They closed once it was through and he drove the remaining two hundred feet along the driveway to the lodge and into the garage built beneath it.

  The lodge wasn’t far from the one that was part of the ski resort. His, their, private hideaway actually couldn’t be seen. There were rocks and trees and enough distance to make it seem as if they were completely alone in the world. The view from the sprawling log and stone house was incredible. Part of it was actually perched so clo
se to the edge of the cliff, that it made a person feel as if they were hovering above the craggy cliffs below. It took some people time to get over their nerves enough to go enjoy the spectacular view.

  Colt chuckled as Gilly tossed a shoeless Clarissa over his shoulder, ignoring her protests, as he headed toward the door. Joey followed, barking excitedly. Gilly paused only momentarily as it was opened by a man wearing a white polo shirt and crisp black slacks.

  Then Gilly was walking past him and into the hallway leading into the main living area. Colt laughed outright at Elliot Jennings’s expression. The housekeeper and cook split his time between the house and the resort. And, judging by the tan lines around his eyes, had been taking to the slopes during off times.

  “Thanks for getting things ready,” Colt told him, as he shed his coat. Elliot took it, as he did Avery’s and Bliss’s.

  “No problem, Mr. Redford.”

  If you haven’t met him already, the one carrying Clarissa is Gilliam Southerland, also known as Gilly. He opened Silver’s Chocolate Café. And this is Avery Crandall. I suppose you know we have just come from our wedding reception.”

  Elliot nodded and held out his hand. “Congratulations on your marriage. I have champagne chilling in the living room.” He glanced in the direction Gilly and Clarissa had taken, then to Avery and Bliss, who were standing beside him. “I think you’re going to have your hands full, Mr. Redford.”

  Grinning, Colt nodded. “I have discovered that a little disorder from time to time never hurt anyone. It will prevent things from becoming boring. Now, if you have finished here, why don’t you take the rest of the night off?”

  “Sure thing, Mr. Redford. I wouldn’t mind getting in a little more skiing in before it’s too late.” He nodded and disappeared with the coats.

  When hands began stroking his ass, Colt knew it was time they stopped standing around and began to celebrate their wedding night. Circling them with his arms, he guided Avery and Bliss along the hallway, past the kitchen, to the open, high-ceilinged living room. “Come along, my sweets. It’s time for a little punishment and play.”

  There were a lot of windows in the lodge. There was a panoramic view of the mountains, the sharp drop into the valley below, and the sunset in the evenings. On the other side the view was the sunrise, the mountains, and ski slopes. All of it was stunning.

  Colt watched Gilly and Clarissa wrestling on one of the long, caramel-colored sofas. He had her out of the white knit dress, exposing the white lace corset and matching garter belt and panties. His cock twitched.

  Both women were incredibly beautiful. They had been in their mid-twenties when he had met them. In the time since they had matured, their bodies rounding, softening, becoming lush with sweet curves he loved to caress, shape, and turn bright pink when the occasion arose.

  “Need a condom!” Colt turned to see that Avery was seated in a large, overstuffed leather chair with a rather aggressive Bliss straddling his bare legs, his pants around his ankles. Bliss’s dress was hiked up to her waist, her shapely ass bare. Somewhere along the line she had taken her panties off…if she had been wearing them at all. Wow, it had to have been cold with the winter wind blowing up her skirt, he thought, chuckling as he moved toward Avery and Bliss.

  It was complete disorder, of course. And Colt knew he would have to do something about it. Catching Bliss by her soft red hair, he pulled her head back from where she was running kisses up and down Avery’s neck.

  “You are out of control,” he told her in a low, terse voice. “Get off of Avery, take your clothes off, and go over there and assume the position against the window.”

  Despite sporting a straining erection, Avery looked relieved when Bliss scrambled off of him and hurried to do as she was ordered. Panties weren’t the only item of clothing she was missing. She wore nothing beneath the clinging dress.

  Colt’s gaze swept over Bliss’s body. As with Clarissa, her hips had rounded, leaving behind the girlish body. Her breasts were larger, softer, the nipples a size equal to ripe raspberries and just as sweet to suckle upon. They swung slightly as she leaned forward to press her palms against the thick glass. Her rounded thighs were parted and her ass was jutting out in invitation.

  Drawing the thin black leather belt he was wearing from around his waist, he doubled it in his hand. Without warning he swung it, applying it to Bliss’s soft flesh, feeling a sense of satisfaction as it cracked. She jumped, a surprised cry leaving her lips. She was better prepared for the next. Though her body reacted, the only thing to leave her lips this time was the count.

  “Two.”

  Red welts rose swiftly. They striped across the creamy white skin. Colt admired them as he added another and another, laddering them down her thighs until he saw her trembling. Always keeping in mind that Bliss might be pregnant, he had no intention of applying the belt as strongly as he had in the past. Their appointment was the following week, when they would go for confirmation and information. Until then he would limit what they did and there wouldn’t be anything extreme until after they gave birth. He didn’t need a doctor to tell him that. There was no way he would risk their lives or the lives of his unborn children.

  A smile curved Colt’s mouth when he saw Bliss’s slender fingers curl against the glass. A moment later she was screaming as she came, her body arching as every muscle pulled tight. She went up on her toes, her head thrown back. Soft red hair cascaded down her back, nearly touching the upper curves of her ass. At some point Avery had gotten out of the chair and moved closer. Colt smiled and nodded, answering a silent question. The younger man moved up behind Bliss, grabbed her by the hips, and then slid his latex-covered cock into her cream-drenched pussy. It wasn’t long before Avery had Bliss moaning and begging for more. He gave it to her, driving in deep and grinding against the mounds of her ass, because she did beg so prettily.

  Turning to the other couple, Colt was pleased to see that Gilly had taken the upper hand with Clarissa. He had her pinned face down on the long couch with her hands behind her back. He held them there by the wrists as he began applying the flat of his hand to her quivering ass. Colt knew Clarissa would be in her own little heaven within moments. He heard her moans and watched as her hips began to grind into the cushions.

  Going to the coffee table where the champagne was chilling, Colt opened the bottle and poured himself a glass. Walking to the huge stone fireplace he turned and warmed away the lingering chill.

  Overall, it had been a very good birthday. His brats had certainly managed to both surprise and please him. Binding himself to his four loves was the ultimate gift. They complimented one another, filling the empty niches. They found what they needed with one another.

  Leaving the four alone to find their pleasure, Colt went to the kitchen. He found a bottle of apple juice in the refrigerator. He carried it back to the living room and poured two glasses. Screams of pleasure told him he had timed it perfectly. It took a few moments for everyone to gather their wits and the strength to move.

  “Apple juice,” he told Bliss as she crawled across the floor. She smiled gratefully as she kneeled by the low glass coffee table to lift the chilled drink to her lips.

  Avery followed Bliss, moaning when he collapsed on the couch. “I swear that woman has a bear trap in there. I thought she was going to squeeze the life right out of my cock.”

  “I did,” she retorted smartly, grinning without shame.

  Bliss giggled and crawled around the table until she could lean against Colt’s leg. His fingers sank into her thick mane of hair, gripping it and pulling until she tipped back her head to look up at him with love and devotion shining from her beautiful gray eyes. A moment later Clarissa was taking her place opposite Bliss, lowering her head to rest it on his knee. Avery curled up beside him on the couch, nestled against his side, while Gilly leaned in and lifted his mouth for a kiss.

  Colt kissed Gilly with all the love he was feeling at that moment. His tongue swept into the other man’s mouth,
tasting, boldly exploring until Gilly began to moan and silently beg for more. A hand began working the fastening to Colt’s slacks. A moment later the zipper was being slid carefully downward, over the ridge of his straining cock. If he didn’t get to shove it into something, and quickly, he was going to explode.

  When his cock was free a hand wrapped around it, stroking the length as one might a cat. A thumb stroked over the swollen head, teasing the slit, slicking the skin around it with droplets of pre-cum. Another hand cupped and stroked his balls.

  All the while his cock was being worshipped by three of his lovers he and Gilly continued to kiss. Their mouths ravaged the other. Strong hands gripped and tugged, needing to be closer.

  Hands grasped, pulled, pushed. Bodies shifted. It wasn’t but a few moments later that Colt was naked on the long sofa and swarmed by his lovers. A low groan was pulled from his throat as Gilly settled between his legs and began licking and sucking his balls. Clarissa was sucking his cock into her hot mouth as her slender fingers wrapped around the base. She worked his rigid flesh with practiced ease, causing it to harden even more. His balls drew up as Gilly sucked on them. A thumb pressed firmly at the base of his cock eased the overwhelming need to come. His iron control was being thoroughly tested by the four.

  A hot mouth on his nipple teased it. The smooth edges of teeth bit down gently then tugged. His breath hissed in, against the mouth on his, as he felt the icy contact of an ice cube on his other nipple. It was rubbed over and around the rigid nub. One nipple was hot, the other icy. The contrasting sensations caused him to moan with pleasure.

  Colt opened his eyes and looked up at Avery when the younger man separated their mouths. As he rose up and leaned over Colt’s head at Bliss’s urging, bracing himself on the back of the sofa, he looked worried.

  Bliss grabbed Avery’s cock and guided it toward Colt’s mouth, but Avery resisted. “It’s okay,” Bliss told him, giggling. “Colt will suck your cock.”