“I think so, too. Kelly came to the pool today for the first time ever that I know about. I think she just needs to loosen up a bit, but she’s a really nice girl. I think Paula and I relieved her mind a little about BDSM. Oh, and I told Paula about the baby. She’s very excited about being an ‘Auntie’.”
“I foresee trouble there.” Jason chuckled. “In the nature of ‘extremely spoiled baby’ syndrome.”
“It will be our responsibility as good parents to rein her in!” Calleigh agreed with a grin. Becoming serious, Calleigh turned slowly into Jason’s arms and ran her lips down the tanned column of his throat and over his broad, muscled chest. “Wanna play?” she asked coquettishly. Since they had found out she was pregnant, Jason had been exhibiting a reticence to make love that was very unlike him. What is it with this man? He’s an unstoppable sex machine, and I can’t interest him in playing around. Calleigh was wearing the hammered, white gold slave collar with the pink diamond pave heart, worn in the inverted position which signified her eagerness to make love. Jason had given it to her that first weekend at Le Club. It was a nearly sacred symbol to them both, nearly as important as their wedding rings.
Jason smiled to himself and got up from the bed. He walked to the armoire. When he turned back to Calleigh she could see he had moved into “Dom” mode. A tingle of excitement ran down her spine. “Only on my terms with my rules, sub,” he said with the thread of steel she loved in his voice.
“Yes, Master. Anything you wish, Master,” she replied as the little thrill arrowed down to her pussy leaving her drenched and wanting. All she needed to be ready and willing was to hear that Master voice. Besides that, she had never been hornier in her life than since she had become pregnant. It must be those crazy pregnancy hormones. Aren’t they great? Maybe I can bottle them! She assumed the slave position on her knees at the foot of the bed waiting for her Master’s command.
Jason pulled out four of the extra pillows stored in the armoire and placed them on the bed, forming a hollow nest to protect her barely-there belly. He threw a soft quilt over the mound of pillows. Calleigh sighed to herself. If this will make him happy and make him feel more relaxed about having sex, fine! The doctor told me there was no medical reason not to have responsible sex.
“Strip, slave. On your knees on the bed, belly in the pillows. I would protect the heir to my dynasty you carry in your belly,” he said menacingly.
She hurried to obey his command, inwardly grinning like a fool. Perfect! We both get to play! “Yes, Master.”
She positioned herself over the mound of pillows, her famously rounded bottom in the air. She spread her legs and wiggled her butt in invitation. She was surprised when she felt a light but stinging slap on her butt.
“You forget yourself, slave,” he said menacingly. “Who is in charge here?”
“You are, Master!” she replied with a gasp. She had not been expecting the smack given Jason’s recent mood! Oh boy! Let the games begin. Calleigh was delighted.
* * * *
Jason laid himself along her body facing in the opposite direction, and slowly trailed a feather he had retrieved from the cabinet down her spine and over her butt. “If you stay still I will not bind you, slave. If you move, I will tie you to the bed,” he threatened.
“I’ll be still, Master,” she responded on a whispered breath as the tickle of the feather tormented her. He played with the feather, brushing it down her back, around the sides of her breasts and over her wet pussy as she struggled to remain still. “Oh please, Master, don’t torture me with unfulfilled pleasure,” she begged.
“I have only begun to torture you, slave,” he said with a sinister leer in his voice. “Arch your back, spread your legs wide, and raise your bottom,” he directed sternly. When she complied, he ran his hand down her long, elegant back and over her gorgeous bottom. God, he loved her bottom, the jiggle made him crazy! That “J.Lo ass” had been the first thing he’d noticed about her when they met. He slid his finger through the lips of her wet pussy, and, spreading them wide, blew gently on her exposed center. He spread the cream over her pulsing, aching clit, teasing it with maddeningly light, almost-there strokes when what she craved was hard and fast. He plunged a finger and then two into her aching channel, exploring the cavern of pleasure as her body began to buck.
“Be still!” he said as he administered another light slap that zinged directly to her pussy. She struggled to remain stationary but was finding it nearly impossible. But still he continued the torturous, light touch. Then he switched to torturing her with his tongue. He swirled it around and around her clit, applying more pressure, then less, never allowing her to catch the rhythm and ride it to completion. He repeatedly plunged his tongue into the channel vacated by his busy fingers. With an orgasm just out of reach she arched her back higher trying to reach for what she needed. She began to pump her bottom with a desperation she couldn’t control.
“Please, Master,” she begged. “Please fuck me, hard and fast.”
“Slave, you overstep your bounds again. As punishment, I will only fuck you long and slow, until you scream and beg.” He mounted her from behind, bearing his weight on his powerful arms, and began to stroke his engorged cock slowly in and more slowly out.
“Oh please, Master,” she begged again. He refused to be rushed by her begging or her reaching bottom as he spread her legs farther apart and restrained her lower body with his long legs entwined with hers. He ignored her pleas for faster, harder strokes and continued the slow torture until neither of them could wait another moment. Finally he drove into her with the power she had been craving, hard and fast, as he took them both over the top.
“Oh, Master,” she crooned. “That was wonderful.”
He stayed buried deeply within her cunt, his cock still twitching. As his heart beat began to return to normal, he started to slowly stroke her again until he had brought her to a second, more gentle, climax. He held his position in her as his cock finally began to soften, and then he collapsed against her back. “Oh baby, I needed that,” he said into the nape of her neck. “Am I too heavy?”
“No, you feel just right. Don’t move a muscle. I love this connected feeling, our hearts beating in sync, your cock buried in my pussy. It’s the most precious time for me.”
Chapter Eleven
Sunday morning the three couples met for breakfast on the veranda. Kelly, Paula, and Calleigh all had the rosy, satisfied glow of well-loved women.
“So, Paula, I have your birthday present in my bag. You can open it now, or wait ’til we go to the pool,” Calleigh said. “Did you have a nice birthday?” She was desperate to know what Trent had gotten Paula for her birthday. She was hoping he would collar her best friend, but she wasn’t sure Paula was ready for that.
“Oh, I had a lovely birthday. We had dinner and Trent gave me a new outfit.” Paula smiled at Trent as he raised one eyebrow at her and grinned. “I think I’ll wait until we go to the pool for my present. What did you guys do?”
“Oh, the usual,” Calleigh said with a grin.
Kelly was pink as an English rose from the beautiful garden as she said, “Oh, us, too! Lovely evening, nice dinner.”
Justin just laughed and leaning close to Kelly’s ear said, “You’re going to have to toughen up with these two, or they will have all your secrets out of you in no time.” He turned to the others and said, “Speaking of time, the first exhibition polo match at the new farm is scheduled for noon next Sunday. I’m holding you all to your promise to tailgate.”
“Justin! That’s great. I know the girls can’t wait. Who’s playing?” Steele asked.
“Devereau Plantation South versus Black Oak Ridge Farm,” he answered with a grin. I’ve rounded up a few good guys, and we’ve been drilling for a few weeks. It’s certainly not international-level play yet, but it should be fun.”
“We have to figure out what we’re wearing,” Calleigh said to the other two girls as they got ready to leave for the pool. “Paula, a
re you going to cover the game for the magazine?”
“Great idea, Calleigh!” Paula responded. “Will that be okay, Justin?”
“Certainly. I hope to get some regular Sunday action going and some publicity will be helpful,” he said gratefully. “Max has a huge brunch planned so it should be picture worthy.”
“I’ll talk to a few people and see if we can’t stir up some local interest, make it an event,” she said, doing what she did best. “Oh, Calleigh, we have to call Robbie and Mike and let them know as well.”
“I don’t know too many people here yet. It’s my first foray into the local community. It’s a good opportunity to meet a lot of very nice people. The publicity would be great. Since the horse industry is so important to Ocala, I don’t know why there is no big polo presence here already. I look forward to changing that.”
“Well, I’m really excited,” Kelly said. “I’m sure we girls will enjoy the opportunity to get all dressed up and sip champagne.” Kelly was looking forward to her first public outing with Justin. It would be in such a visible forum, and it was to be covered in the magazine! She was sure to run into many of the horse friends she had lost touch with as well. This would be very good for both of them.
Paula piped in laughing, “Not to mention the opportunity to watch really great looking guys in tight britches tear around on horses at forty miles an hour.”
Kelly just shook her head. “You would think of that!”
Chapter Twelve
Sunday morning a week later, Kelly woke with a stretch and giant yawn. She snuggled deeper into Justin’s enormous bed in the Ming Suite, and turning, found he had already risen. A cautious peek at the alarm clock told Kelly that she had overslept. It was already 8:30. The fresh breeze blowing through the open windows beckoned her from her warm nest, and she hopped out of bed and headed to the master bath. The skin-tingling multi-jets set in opposing walls woke Kelly completely.
After toweling off and wrapping up in a fluffy, white terry robe, Kelly made her way to the suite’s small kitchen to scout up some breakfast. She took a tray with a fresh pot of coffee, sweet rolls, and the Sunday edition of The Ocala Star to the veranda. Justin joined her. He had met with Max and Manuel, his head groom, to go over all the details for the match the previous day, and so far everything appeared to be under control.
Justin dropped a kiss on her temple and ruffled the still damp, black hair tumbling around her shoulders. He dropped into a chair and stretched his long, jean-clad legs out in the sun. “I think I’ll join you for a cup. Everything’s under control. Can you be ready to leave by 10:30? I have a few things to do before the game.”
“No problem. Can I help you with anything? You haven’t told me anything about brunch. Are you sure there’s nothing I can do?” Kelly asked as she poured Justin a steaming mug of coffee.
“Not a thing. It’s my party. All you have to do is enjoy the day.”
Kelly left Justin reading the Sunday paper as she prepared to dress for the day. After blow-drying her mop of black hair and applying a bit more than her usual conservative makeup, she went to the closet and took out the outfit she planned to wear to the match.
The previous Thursday afternoon Kelly had slipped out of the office early for an excursion to Gainesville to scout for a new outfit. Kelly had any number of appropriate outfits in her overflowing closet, but of course she wanted something new.
She had settled on a short, red, cowl-necked cashmere sweater dress that hugged her curves paired with a soft, well-worn, hand-tooled, tan leather vest she’d had since high school. She had also chosen tan, leather, high-heeled boots which came up to her knees and a matching shoulder bag. The whole look was very weekend country and suited the occasion to a tee.
As she checked out her new outfit, Kelly felt slightly ridiculous for having spent what was an astronomical amount of money for her on an outfit that she might not have a chance to wear anywhere else. Oh well, to everything there is a season…
All she knew was that she was going to be a vision if it killed her! She would drink mimosas and stomp divots with the best of them.
Chapter Thirteen
After checking briefly with the grooms at the stables to see that everything was proceeding on schedule, Justin pulled the Range Rover around to the field side. A bright-blue and white tent, matching the team colors, sat at the southeast corner of one of the farm’s new polo fields. The tent would serve as headquarters for the team during the match. Justin looked across the field to the opposite corner and noticed that the Black Oak Ridge Farm players were already sitting under their tent.
Justin helped Kelly out of the car, a huge grin on his face, as he admired the long expanse of sleek legs between the end of her skirt and her high-heeled leather boots. “I’ll have one of the grooms park the car out of the way later, but I didn’t want you to have to hike over here in those boots.”
As Kelly was about to thank Justin for his thoughtfulness, her attention was diverted to the activity inside another blue tent to the left of the players’ tent. Formally dressed waiters were busy setting up a buffet table draped in a white linen tablecloth. A beautiful flower centerpiece of mixed blooms formed the backdrop for sparkling crystal glasses, stacks of translucent china, and heavy, silver cutlery.
Kelly looked at Justin in amazement. “You really weren’t kidding about having this under control, were you?”
“Miracle-worker Max has it under control. I don’t have to worry about a thing!” He handed Kelly a pair of binoculars so that she could see the action at the far north end of the field three hundred yards away. Kelly had not realized that the polo field was three times the size of a football field. Justin was already dressed for the match in a polo shirt of the same bright blue with the team name printed diagonally across the front and his number and name across the back in white. He wore traditional white polo breeches tucked into high-topped, brown, mule-hide boots. A helmet with a protective face mask, knee pads, gloves, and mallet waited on a chair to be donned at the last minute.
As Kelly was covertly admiring the physical presence of this stunning man, the other team members began to arrive. Greetings were exchanged with typical masculine back pounding and hand shaking. Kelly had to smile to herself. They were all as excited as kids at a Little League game! Kelly was greeted somewhat less roughly but no less enthusiastically and introduced to girlfriends, wives, and children.
The area was bustling with activity as the grooms began tacking up in preparation for the match, and the team began to get ready to mount. Other guests began to arrive, including Paula’s camera crew from Ocala Country Life magazine. Manuel came up to the staging area behind the field astride one pony and leading the three others to be ridden in the first chukker. They were all brushed and gleaming, with manes and forelocks freshly roached, tails neatly bound up in blue bands, and their legs wrapped in the now familiar, bright-blue polo wraps. Their replacements for the third chukker would soon be brought over from the stables together with extra ponies which would be held in the safety zone outside the boards by the grooms in case of an injury or the need to quickly change ponies during a chukker.
Justin took the opportunity to seat Kelly next to Max in one of the many canvas camp chairs which also matched the team colors with “Devereau Plantation South” embroidered across the back. Max was his butler and the person he considered to be the closest thing to a father he had. He considered Phillip Devereau a father in name only.
“Max, everything looks just beautiful. You’ve done a fabulous job.”
“Thank you, my dear. It’s nice to be appreciated,” Max said with a smug grin. “Justin rarely humors me with praise,” he continued.
“Max, we have been over this…” he said with a note of affectionate exasperation in his voice. “You know I completely appreciate everything you do for me, not to mention the years of sacrifice…the twelve hours of labor…oh, wait, that wasn’t you!”
“I know, Justin. You are far too busy to humo
r me,” Max said. Kelly grinned. She could see the mutual affection between the verbal barbs.
“I’ll leave you two to chat and relax. We’re about ready to mount.” He reached down to brush Kelly’s cheek with a brief kiss and slapped Max’s shoulder. “Wish me luck, or better yet, skill!”
Justin turned his attention to the upcoming match. It was almost 11:30 and time to field his team and warm up.
* * * *
As Kelly chatted easily with Max, she was ever aware of Justin’s whereabouts and activities, a fact that did not escape Max’s keen and delighted notice. Waiters circulated in the tent with trays of mimosas and Bloody Marys as guests continued to arrive. There were already over thirty people milling around, according to Kelly’s informal count, when she spotted Jason and Calleigh Steele, the Hamiltons, and Trent Redding and Paula Greenley. Kelly waved them over and introduced them to Max who proceeded to invite them to be seated.
While exchanging pleasantries, Max’s gaze darted about, following the parade of fashionable women passing by in elegant hats and designer outfits with extremely short skirts. Finally, he remarked, “Kelly, I’ve seen these really short skirts three times in my lifetime, and frankly, after the last two times, I’d hoped not to have to see them again.” He shook his head as though he couldn’t quite believe his eyes.
Kelly smiled at the older gentleman. “Some of them do seem a bit extreme, almost like manikins come to life.”
Jason remarked, “The teams look good. I know Justin is very excited about starting this league.”
“He is indeed. I think it’s been an excellent distraction for him. There is a tremendous amount of logistical preparation and planning, not to mention the actual practice and drilling required,” Max answered thoughtfully.
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