She circled her tongue around the head of his solid erection and took it between her lips, tracing the slit in the glans as a pearly drop of salty pre-cum gathered there in anticipation. She licked it sensuously like a lollipop. She played with his balls in one hand and kept up the slow and easy stroking of his cock with the other. She enjoyed bringing him pleasure this way. It was warm and intimate, and she knew he loved it. She increased the friction and suction on the glans and slowly took his straining cock fully into her mouth. She worked his cock in and out, increasing and decreasing the suction on the head until he looked like he was ready to burst.
He said, “That’s it, baby. I can’t hold back anymore.” A jet stream of hot semen shot into the back of her throat, and she swallowed it down. She licked his cock and held it in her mouth as he slowly started to soften. She enjoyed this intimate connection. It made her feel safe and secure in his love.
When his breathing had calmed, she smiled at him seductively and said, “I don’t care what all those other women say. You’re still the sexiest man I know!” She just had to get a little of her own back for those two stinging smacks she could still feel on her bottom.
He growled low in his throat as he grabbed her in a bear hug and wrestled her beneath him. She laughed breathlessly. His cock came instantly back to attention. “Watch it, wench! You may not be out of trouble yet.” He kissed her deeply as the fire of desire ignited in her belly. He ran his tongue down her throat to her breasts and circled first one nipple and then the other with his raspy tongue. He sucked each nipple hard and then nipped each one in turn. She groaned, the pleasure streaking through her in lightning bolts from her breasts to her slick pussy. They had been married twenty-two years, and she had still never wanted another man. He was like a magnificent black stallion waiting impatiently for the starting gate to open. She spread her legs, and they were off to the races.
“I want to be buried inside you,” he gasped as he slowly and relentlessly drove into her wanting and needy pussy.
“I need you, Mike. Don’t ever stop loving me, baby. Nothing is as important to me as you are.”
“I’m here, baby, and I always will be,” he said in a strained, husky voice as he began to stroke her tight channel. He waited for her pussy to accommodate itself to his thick cock before escalating his pace. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and she rose to meet his every stroke as he pounded into her, fast and hard. She strained higher and higher as he built the fire in her body and her soul. This was her mate, and no little tiffs could be allowed to come between them. Finally, he pushed her both over the erotic edge, and she exploded in an orgasm that rocked through her body as she settled into a sated bliss.
Robbie snuggled up against his chest and breathed in the comforting scent of him. She knew that everything would be all right. Nothing ever came between them for long. She began to think about dinner in the dining room and what foolishness she could stir up for the remainder of the weekend. She hoped her friends would be there, although she couldn’t discuss Madison and Ross with them yet. That drama would have to play itself out first.
Chapter Five
The following morning after a stunning encounter with Mike in the shower and breakfast on the veranda, Robbie went to the pool, and Mike joined Jason Steele and Trent Redding in the gym. As she had hoped, Calleigh and Paula were there sunning in the wicker chaise lounges around the black-bottom swimming pool.
“Hi, guys! I’m so glad you all are here this weekend. It’s hot as the dickens out here today,” Robbie said.
“Ha! June in central Florida. What did you expect? Paula and I took a run this morning early, but it was still hot and muggy,” Calleigh replied with a frown. Calleigh Steele, the local architect who had drafted the plans for the renovation of Le Club, was tall with a sumptuous figure, masses of blonde-streaked, dark-honey hair, and sky-blue eyes. Two years ago, she had married Jason Steele, a founding member of the club, a prominent local attorney, and all-around handsome hunk. They had a little daughter named Emily Rose who had turned a year old last month.
“Yeah, I couldn’t wait to get into the pool. The water is really warm though. I think they should consider floating blocks of ice in the pool to cool it down—like little icebergs,” Paula griped. Paula Greenley, the editor of Ocala Country Life, a local magazine, was small and compact with a mop of glossy, dark curls and hazel eyes. She was known for getting into mischief and relentlessly digging up the scoop. She did not disappoint today. “Have you met Madison Snow, Anne’s new assistant?” Paula had a gleam in her eyes that did not bode well. Just over a year ago, Paula had married Dr. Trent Redding, another founding member of the club, and they had adopted two-year old twins from Ecuador after a lot of intrigue and drama.
“Yes, she seems lovely,” Robbie replied cautiously. She had been close friends with Calleigh and Paula for a couple of years now and knew the danger signs.
“Have you seen the pictures on her desk?” Paula asked directly. “Something’s up there. Doesn’t her son look like a splash out of the old Hamilton gene pool?”
“Paula!” Calleigh gasped.
“Well, doesn’t he?” Paula returned, unrepentant as usual.
“Okay, girls. This is not my story to tell, and we’ll just have to wait and see how things shake out. That’s all I can say at the moment.” She turned a baleful eye on Paula and continued, “And don’t think you are going to work your mojo on me and get any more information out of me right now. Michael will have my ass if I talk about this before the parties involved have worked it out. Got it?”
Paula smiled, and Robbie knew she had just given Paula the confirmation she needed and the impetus to keep on snooping. Paula was persistent when she was on the trail of a juicy piece of gossip. Robbie also knew that Paula was a fierce and loyal friend who could be trusted to keep her mouth shut when the chips were down.
After a few hours of basking in the hot sun with occasional dips in the tepid pool, the girls went their separate ways to gather their spouses for lunch and the usual afternoon encounters. The couples had all settled into predictable habits at the club where the main emphasis was on sensual pleasure. Although Le Club Laurel Oak–Ocala was a BDSM club, most of the members had moderate tastes and enjoyed a casual dip into the BDSM pool of kinky experiences but did not dive whole heartedly into the more severe practices of extreme whipping and bondage. Nonetheless, a few of the members took full advantage of the facilities, and the sounds of whipping and the moans of the submissives could occasionally be heard from the Playroom. The Playroom was a stand-alone building at the back of the property that looked like a four-car garage which matched the mansion. The raucous calls of the peacocks that strolled the paths of the garden to the delight of all the members also helped to muffle the sounds coming from the Playroom.
The couples usually settled into their regular suites when they were available or they had thought to make advance reservations. With only ten members, the club could accommodate any of the members’ requirements as well as those from the affiliated clubs in New Orleans and Key West. It was rare for all members to be present at any one time.
Chapter Six
Paula and Trent were in their favorite suite, the Sea Island Suite, which had a cool, relaxing mix of coastal-style blues and greens with sunny yellow accents complementing unadorned teak furniture with clean, straight lines. The expanse of the shining bamboo floors was broken up with brightly colored sisal rugs scattered about. The huge teak bed was a pencil-post four-poster floating like an island in the center of the bedroom. It was draped in miles of dreamy, white mosquito netting. Paula just loved the romantic ambiance.
“Calleigh and I had a good run this morning, but it was really hot and muggy.” She spoke up over the drumming of the shower. “Even though the water was warm, the pool felt delicious. How was your workout?” She lowered her voice as he shut the water off.
“Good. I haven’t seen Jason and Mike for a few weeks. It’s always good to catch up,”
Trent replied as he walked out of the bathroom, looking his wife over with the usual gleam in his eyes. Paula was stretched out on the love seat as she watched Trent with the familiar hunger rising in her blood.
Paula thought her husband looked like a Nordic god, especially wrapped in a white towel and still damp from the shower. He was extremely handsome, sexy, and charming with melting, chocolate-brown eyes, wavy blond hair, and a long, lanky body rippling with sleek muscles. Yum. I don’t know how I got so lucky. Trent and Jason Steele had been college roommates at Harvard and best friends for years. He was one of the top heart surgeons in the state, if not the entire southeast.
When the rundown Laurel Oak Estate had come on the market, Jason and Trent had put together a BDSM investment group to buy and renovate the property.
“Come over here, sub. We have to take advantage of this weekend while my parents have the twins. Who knows! We may not be able to con them into another full weekend any time soon. They might wise up! I think the little darlings have already worn your parents out.”
“Are you implying that our beautiful twins, the lights in our eyes, the beating hearts in our chests, are anything less than perfectly well behaved and totally wonderful?” Paula quipped with a grin. Maria Christina and Maria Teresa were now three, fully mobile, bilingual, and totally adorable, if somewhat wild. They had certainly made up for their rocky start in life. They had completely changed Trent’s and Paula’s lives. Whether it’s for the better seems open for debate on a daily basis!
“Actually, that’s exactly what I’m saying.” He laughed. After straightening out the bumps in their somewhat rocky relationship, last year Paula and Trent had gotten married and adopted a set of abandoned conjoined twins that had been separated in a daring and extremely complicated operation in Ecuador. Trent had participated in the very difficult surgery and had fallen in love with the children, who were two years old at the time. After bringing the twins home to Ocala to recuperate, their adoption petition had been challenged, and they might have lost them if not for the unstinting help and support of their friends and families. They never took their good luck or their wonderful little family for granted.
Trent pulled Paula up and into his arms and kissed her with a gusto that brought her other favorite description of him to mind—Viking! His kiss shivered through her, and juices flooded her pussy. Every fiber of her being responded to his air of power and dominance and his masterful presence. When he lowered his voice to the “Master” tone, she was helpless to resist him. Trent lifted her into his arms as though she weighed nothing and walked over to the bed. He laid her down carefully and started to remove her bathing suit and cover up. He took off her sandals. Before she knew it, she was naked. He quickly dropped his towel and joined her on the bed.
“What are you going to do, Master? Is it something I will like?”
“Do I have to remind you yet again, sub, that I am the one in charge?” he responded sternly, although she knew he was grinning on the inside. He landed a sharp smack on her butt. She knew he liked nothing better than the opportunity to assert his dominance with a smack on her butt and the admonition not to “top from the bottom.” It was something she could not help doing, not that she tried too hard to control the tendency. It was just her personality!
“Oh no, Master. You know I would never do that.” She was laughing to herself, although she did not dare to let him see it. They didn’t live the Lifestyle all the time, but when they were in a “scene,” he was the consummate Dom, confident and demanding, pushing her limits and opening her up to new experiences.
He came down over her, holding his weight off her chest with his strong arms. He licked his way down her throat to her breasts where he feasted on her aching nipples. The heat of his solid erection was nestled in the vee of her thighs as he rubbed erotically against her sensitive mons. He slipped his hand between them, and his long, talented fingers began to circle the delicate skin of her drenched pussy. She was needy and ready, but she could tell he would not be rushed. He slid two fingers into her tight channel as his thumb stroked over her clit and her blossoming folds. Shockwaves of sensation rocked her, and ecstasy shuddered through her. She tried to suppress her moans of arousal. She knew he would back down the stimulation to prolong her pleasure if he thought she was getting too close. But she was greedy for her first release and didn’t want to wait.
“No coming until I give you permission, sub,” Trent reminded her.
“Oh, Master, please…”
When she was just at the edge and knew she could not wait a moment longer, he said, “Okay, now, sub.” Trent’s wide, demanding cock surged into her tight sheath as she moaned her acceptance. She struggled to breathe as her arousal spun out of control, and pleasure began to pour through her like molten lava. He began to stroke faster and harder as she came apart in his arms, and a dizzying rush of pleasure spiraled through her body. He followed her over the edge as the stunning orgasm ripped through her system. Emotions darkened his eyes as she watched him slowly come back to awareness. His still-pulsing cock was nestled in her warm, wet pussy, and he crushed his mouth to hers in a kiss of fierce possession.
When her breathing was almost steady and his body sprawled limply over hers, she said, “That was incredible, baby.”
“It really was, babe. With a little more practice, we might get pretty good at this!”
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Jason and Calleigh Steele were staying in the Southern Plantation Suite, a corner suite on the second floor. The suite was elegantly decorated in plantation style with heavy, carved mahogany furniture, antique oriental rugs, and original oil paintings.
“Do you want a glass of wine?” he asked as he turned to the credenza containing the bar in the living room of the suite.
“No, thank you, babe. Maybe just a glass of ice tea, with lemon please.” Calleigh smiled to herself. She had a surprise for Jason, and she couldn’t wait to tell him.
“Okay. I think I’ll pour myself a glass. Want to stretch out on the veranda?”
“That sounds good. If I remember correctly, that’s where I told you I was pregnant the last time,” she said, watching his eyes light up and his one quirky dimple pop. He picked her up and twirled her around and around until she was laughing and dizzy. Emily Rose had just turned one year old last month, and she and Jason had hoped to have another child soon so they would be close in age. Since Calleigh was almost thirty-seven and Jason was going to be thirty-nine, they didn’t want to wait too long to finish their family.
“When did you find out? You’re getting good at keeping secrets.” Jason raised one slashing, dark eyebrow and looked directly into her sky-blue eyes. He was six two, with dark hair graying at the temples and smoky-gray eyes, a killer body, broad shoulders, muscular arms, and a tight stomach with six pack abs, tapering into long, powerful legs.
“I thought I might be pregnant about a week ago and got a home test. Dr. Rodriguez’s office confirmed it yesterday,” she said breathlessly, grinning up at him and waiting for him to notice that her pink ombre diamond pavé heart pendant was hanging on the white gold collar in the upside down position mimicking her round bottom. It signified her eagerness to make love. It was their secret signal. Jason had given her the slave collar after that first weekend at Le Club, and it was almost as important to both of them as their wedding rings. It was their first commitment to each other.
During her first pregnancy, Calleigh had been constantly horny and had to convince Jason that it was perfectly safe to make responsible love. He had been in awe of the whole baby-making procedure. He had finally come up with a routine that made him feel comfortable, much to Calleigh’s relief. She was looking forward to repeating the process—with great regularity. It seemed that she was going to be horny during this pregnancy as well. So far she had experienced very mild and infrequent morning sickness. She had to say that she was really good at being pregnant, and she knew she would make another beautiful baby.
Jason put her down
and slipped his finger under the pink diamond heart. “It seems this little bauble has brought us nothing but good luck. I’ll have to start thinking about your baby gift. I’m going to have to come up with something really good this time around. I used up my other good idea with the diamond bracelet I got you when Emmie was born. Have any suggestions for me?”
“Nope. Sorry. You’re on your own. Don’t worry about it though. You always come up with wonderful ideas. Why don’t you go see the ladies at Ocala Traditions about my ‘push’ present. That’s one of my favorite stores in town. They have great stuff.” She took his hand and dragged him out onto the veranda. It overlooked the beautiful blooming English gardens, but being nestled in the canopy of the live oak trees dripping Spanish moss, it was very secluded and private.
She started to unbutton his shirt and slip it off his wide, muscular shoulders while she trailed butterfly kisses down his neck and across his chest. She stopped to run her tongue around his flat male nipples and felt him shudder. She scraped her teeth over his nipple, and she felt him jolt as pleasure surged through him. Before he knew it, she had lowered his zipper and slipped his slacks down, and he was naked. He returned the favor, and soon they were both stretched out on the double hammock. The warm spring breeze rippled over their sleek bodies as he ran his hands down her long, elegant back and over her high round bottom. Calleigh knew he just loved her big bottom. There were a few things she loved about him as well, like his broad chest with dark hair arrowing down the center marking a path to his beautiful erect shaft. That was definitely on the list of top ten favorites!
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