He thought back on the disobedient girl that came to his house all those months ago, working at his home by order of the court. What would he have done without Avery? What if he’d never met her? She’d added fun and excitement to his life. Some days, it was a little over the top, but most of the time he watched the bundle of energy that he was privileged to call his wife, and thanked God that he’d brought them together.
His wife. His kitten. His soul mate.
Someone to play with in his BDSM playroom, his “play pen” as she called it. He loved plugging her with a tail and enjoying kitten play. And even though she was hesitant at first, she loved being caressed, fed, stroked and even caged as his beloved, protected kitten. She’d told him on more than one occasion that she never doubted his devotion and love when she was his kitten — either as a bad kitty or a good kitty. She said it renewed their bond and helped her to erase all the worry and concerns in life, she just focused on pleasing her Master, surrendering to his love and attention.
“Nose touching the wall and push your bottom out.”
She didn’t hesitate to obey.
Good girl.
He waited several minutes, watching her quietly standing with her hands on her head, just the way he liked her. When she started to shuffle a little, an indicator that her back was starting to ache, he stopped corner time.
“Step away from the wall, bend over, and pull your cheeks apart and show me that cute little puckered hole.”
“Ohhhh, Sir.”
“Avery.” He dropped his voice, knowing it would make her comply faster. She bent until her ass yawned open, and her long fingers pulled her cheeks apart, exposing that beautiful pink pucker. Her nerves had her clenching and unclenching the tight ring of muscle there, the small opening winking at him. His cock pulsed uncomfortably, the ache making it hard to breathe. He stood, opening their suitcase, pulling out her anal plug, the one with the remote would work to his advantage tonight. He and his brother thought similarly on that subject.
He lubed up the plug thoroughly, and then worked a dollop of the lubricant into her, Avery jumping when the cool gel touched her. “This will ensure that you mind your words. I think you’ll be on your best behavior. If not, we’ll add whatever discretions that occur at dinner to your paddling before bed.”
The muscles loosened enough for him to push the head of the plug inside her. “Exhale. Push out, Avery.”
“You’re not making me wear the tail are you?” She tried to look over her shoulder at him.
“Not this time. But I’ve brought it. Inga knows about your kitty tail. You’re nervous about Caroline finding out?” He had thought she would’ve already confided in Caroline about their kink.
Apparently not.
“Yes, Sir. I just... I need to find the right time to tell her.” She groaned as he forced the plug in, all the way up to the flange, the ring of muscle closing tightly around it.
“Well, if you behave, you’ll be able to tell her on your schedule. If not, she’ll find out when it peeks out from under a skirt. Choice is yours, kitten.” He slapped her bottom cheeks hard, leaving pink handprints on her skin.
Undoing his pants, he let his hard cock spring free, stroking the length, sliding the head through her slick pussy lips before lining himself at her entrance, her hips wiggling. He jammed himself into her with one hard thrust, his cock stilling, pulsing within her tight walls.
“Ahhhh! Jesus, Preston.” Her sex clenched around him so tight it felt like a vice, the sensation forcing a low rumble from his chest. He gripped her hips tightly that he had no doubt she’d have bruises there in the morning. Slowly, he started to move, pulling out slowly then ramming into her fast and hard, the sight of her ass wobbling, spurring him on.
He continued to plunge into her, pounding her over and over, the familiar tingle in the base of his spine before his release coincidentally occurring as Avery screamed “Permission, Sir!”
Through gritted teeth, he groaned, “Yes!” and they both shouted with their orgasms, each of them bucking, thrusting, until every drop was spent.
Her trembling sex quivered around his cock, and he slipped out of her, slapping her haunch playfully. “Let’s get you into bed for a nap. I’ll wake you up in time for a shower before dinner. Some of your mouthiness is due to lack of sleep this week. Some of it.”
Avery rolled her eyes as she walked toward the high four-poster mahogany bed decorated in a beautiful deep navy and gold striped comforter. The bed was raised so high, there was a step stool on the side to assist the guests climbing into it.
As she clambered up until she was on her hands and knees crawling toward the piled high fluffy white pillows, he made sure to give her a slap to the underside of her cheek and upper thigh. “That’s for the eye rolling. You know I hate that.” He tucked her under the blankets. “Sleep. I want no arguments from you. You need this.
Chapter 6
Inga walked out onto the enclosed outdoor porch and couldn’t believe how beautiful Murray had made it. There were twinkling white Christmas lights strung around the windows and ceiling, and more colored lights decorating the table around candlelit hurricane lanterns or inside clear vases. The fireplace was crackling and popping with fresh wood over red hot embers, and as promised, they wouldn’t need the blankets. It was just gorgeous. The view outside the window was breathtaking, Preston, Maxim and Caroline staring quietly at the scene before them. Inga and Garrett joined the group on the outdoor porch, and Avery glanced at her friend. “It’s gorgeous, isn’t it, Inga?”
“Yes, indeed. It reminds me of home.” She stared out the window at the beautiful chalets covered in lights, smoke swirling from the chimneys; skiers coming down the slopes clearly visible along the well-lit paths. “Sweden has many chalets like this. I can almost pretend I am home.”
Garrett came up behind his Inga, wrapping his arms around her. “Soon, we’ll all go to visit your family. It’s time that they meet us all, God bless them. I hope they’re ready for the menagerie.”
“My family loves children. Besides, your children are very well-behaved. They must have a very good nanny.” She giggled, looking up at him.
“Absolutely.” He kissed her cheek, squeezing her tightly in his arms, the cream cable knit sweater soft and warm around her body. “Will you be warm enough in this?” He slid a finger underneath the three quarter length sweater.
“It’s cashmere. I’ll be very warm. Besides, I’ve been hot lately. I didn’t want to be uncomfortable.”
“Why don’t you all take a seat?” Murray said, walking into the room carrying two ice buckets. “Wine, anyone?”
The chairs had been covered in red and green covers, giving the space a festive, holiday feel. The plates were white with a golden pattern, sprigs of cranberry trimming the center of the plates, the white napkins accented with cranberry holders as well. Pine branches adorned the center of the table with the lit vases, giving the room a beautiful Christmas scent.
He poured the white wine into each glass. “Is there anything else you need before I come back with your appetizer?”
The group waved him on, all of them obviously eager to begin the meal. He soon returned with a spinach artichoke dip and crackers, stating that dinner would be ready soon.
Preston started the conversation, a sly smile curving his lips. “Did everyone get a nap? Avery did.”
Avery shot Preston a glare then her body visibly lurched in her chair, and she coughed trying to distract the onlookers from what had just happened. But Inga knew. Avery had been plugged, just as she had been on the plane.
Poor Avery.
The brothers were blessed with cunning and deviousness to go along with their good looks.
She turned to glare at Preston, just as a hand with a vice-like grip squeezed her above the knee. Garrett whispered into her ear, the rumble of his voice reaching to the pit of her belly. “Don’t even think about it, Missy, unless you want to feel that metal cane I brought.”
S
he squirmed on the chair, trying desperately to be discreet, just the thought of that horrid implement snapping against her ass sending chills down her spine. Once had been more than enough with that travel cane.
“No, Sir. I’ll try to be good.”
“No trying about it. You’re always a good girl. You just forget sometimes, and it’s my job to remind you.” Garrett grabbed her hand, bringing it up to his soft, warm lips, kissing her knuckles. He raised his glass, looking across the table to his brother, and they saluted each other. Avery and Inga caught each other’s eyes, but only exchanged a partial eye roll, not wanting to be caught.
Murray came out with a wheeled cart carrying two ceramic dishes of artichoke dip sitting on top of a candle burning base to keep it warm. Once he situated them on the table with a couple baskets of warm freshly sliced bread from the oven, everyone started to dig in.
“Caro, please eat some bread and dip before we eat dinner.” Maxim tapped her empty plate in front of her. “You are hungry, yes?”
“I’m not—”
Avery sent a pleading look toward Caroline. “I noticed too. You need to eat. We’re all eating this — it’s awesome. You’ll be sorry later if you don’t at least try it.”
Inga apparently didn’t know something about Caroline that everyone else did. She looked at everyone’s expressions, noting how serious they seemed. “If you are allergic to artichokes, I’m sure we can get a different dip. Or if you can’t handle gluten, I can ask Murray for carrot sticks.” Inga started to stand. She’d ask Murray for both, that way Caroline would be able to eat with the rest of them.
“No, no, that’s quite all right, Inga. I’m not allergic.” Inga sat down, confused.
What was going on with her friend?
Caroline sighed, her gaze dropping to her hands. With a deep intake of breath, she quickly blurted out, “I’ve been struggling with an eating disorder. I — well, it’s difficult, and I just randomly decide certain things can’t be eaten. I’m getting better — with the help of a therapist, Maxim and—”Caroline turned, smiling, her eyes brightening as she looked at Avery. “Avery, my faithful friend. I’ll be fine.” She smiled weakly at Inga.
“Oh. Okay,” Inga said. “Well, you need to just stop, because this dip is to die for, and if you don’t eat it, Avery and I will devour it — and it’ll be your fault.”
They all laughed. Inga reached over, ladling out a large spoonful onto Caroline’s plate with two fresh pieces of bread. “Now eat. It is good, yes?”
Caroline sopped her bread into the steaming, cheesy dip, slipping some into her mouth, closing her eyes on a moan. “Yes. Good god, this is amazing.”
Inga giggled. “And to think you almost let us eat it all. Now we all can enjoy it.”
Garrett patted her leg, leaning over to place a kiss on her cheek.
Everyone laughed and talked, eating a fabulous roasted Cornish hen dinner with wild rice, roasted vegetables, stuffing and candied sweet potatoes. Leaning back in their chairs, they all stretched to give their bellies more room to digest, trying to ease the discomfort of eating too much of the delicious spread Murray had put before them. The cart rolled in once again, and he cleaned the table, putting the dishes onto it.
“I’ll return with dessert in fifteen to twenty minutes. It’ll give time for your food to settle.”
“The dinner was excellent. Very good. Not sure I like competition.” Maxim gave a hearty laugh, swallowing more wine. “I look forward to dessert.”
Once Murray left, the conversation turned to skiing tomorrow and the slopes, the men going back and forth about which were the best, easiest, and hardest.
“Caroleena says she’s never skied. I look forward to teaching her. She is quick learner, and by tomorrow night she will be racing past us, I am sure.” Maxim winked at Caroline, who blushed.
“I’m not so sure. I’m not always graceful when it comes to sports. I may end up sitting in the lodge, which will be fine. I can watch you all coming down the hill. It’s okay.” Caroline shrugged smiling weakly at everyone
Avery frowned at her. “No, you won’t. We’ll teach you. You’ll be on Devils’ Run with Inga and I before you know it.”
Garrett pointed a finger at Avery and then at Inga. “No! None of you will be on Devil’s Run. It’s dangerous and I’m not sure I’m ready to see anyone I love going down it until you work your way up to that slope. Clear?”
“Well, first. I don’t think I take orders from—” Her body stiffened, her white teeth clamping down on her bottom lip. “Ahhhh!”
“You... you dumma arsle! Why can’t you just leave her alone? Christ! Ouch!” Inga leapt up, grabbing her right buttock, having been given a sharp pinch.
Garrett growled. “Sit. Now.” Once her ass hit the seat again, he continued. “Apologize.”
“I’m sorry, Preston and Avery.”
“And just in case you have any doubts, she’ll be much sorrier in about”—he looked at the gold watch on his arm—”an hour. She’ll be paddled, and she’ll be giving you a more sincere apology tomorrow.”
“Wow. Looks like I’ve been a little lenient with you, girl. Watching these men, I feel inferior. I haven’t plugged you and you don’t have a date with my paddle or whip yet. Looks like I better get cracking, no?” Maxim winked at Caroline, who stared back with wide eyes, not making any facial expression to set him off.
Preston, watching closely, responded. “It appears that she’s the smart one in the bunch. She didn’t respond with a smart ass retort like these two would’ve done.” He waved his hand at Inga and Avery. “You two could learn a thing or two, watching how Caroline responds to Maxim.”
The Russian chuckled. “Oh, don’t tell them that. She’s got a temper and vile mouth; she’s been paddled dozens of times already for these bad traits. On top of that, she tends to find mischief, making her own rules — or defying mine — and trying to hide her tracks. Isn’t that so, Caroleena Leigh?”
Before she could answer, Avery laughed out loud. “How the fuck did he learn your name? You hate that name.” Jumping, she furrowed her eyebrows, pouting at Preston. “Ow! God, I hate when you pinch me!”
“Then mind that blasted tongue of yours.” He returned his attention to Maxim. “See? She just can’t stop the impulse to blurt out whatever is on her mind. You’d think having little bruises from pinching would stop that, but she just keeps going with the sarcasm and swearing, even when she knows the rules.”
“If you loved me you wouldn’t object. You’d find it endearing.” She crossed her arms over her chest while the men at the table laughed at Preston’s plight.
“There are many things that I find endearing, but swearing like a sailor and your infernal impulsiveness becomes tiring some days, girlie.”
Maxim said to Preston, “It’s amazing how the repeated lash of a whip can correct most behaviors pretty quickly. That’s what’s makes her catch her words now. Isn’t that right, girl?” He raised his eyebrows at Caroline.
“Yes, Sir.” She glanced furtively toward the other women.
Maxim nodded, silently regarding his wife, rubbing her hand on the table lightly. He addressed the men again. “You see, Caroline has a tendency to say hurtful things to her employees. With the aid of a camera on her ID badge, I’ve been keeping close tabs on her words. Any infractions have brought down harsh, swift punishment. In addition, during her discipline sessions she’s not allowed to sass or make rude facial expressions. I tolerate none of it. They’re considered extras and require strokes of my belt after the whip.”
“Whoooweeee! Holy shit. I think I need to watch you for a while.” Preston wiped his hand over his face. “You hear that, Avery? Your friend over here has met her match. We might take a page or two from their book.”
Avery swallowed, her eyes large. Inga watched in stunned silence as well. This became a game changer. They couldn’t have their husbands learning any of these methods. Life would become — intolerable.
“I’ve hear
d that Eastern Europeans are strict, employing rigorous discipline measures. After listening to you, I don’t doubt that for a minute.” Garrett shook his head, quietly laughing as he glanced at Inga. “Your little ass would be red all the time.” He looked back at Maxim. “I might have to get a whip. Recommend one?”
“We always tell people that a flicker whip is best for beginners — it is like crop but with small whip on the end. Less room for error. But it is still brutal. You need to be gentle until you figure out what strength is needed.”
“Looks like I’m buying a flicker whip when I get home, Inga.”
“Order two, then I’ll have one for sassy over here.” Preston elbowed Avery.
Inga stared at her, the unspoken message being: how are we ever going to do this?
“Maxim,” Caroline said, “Do you think this is wise? Maybe we shouldn’t influence them in their relationship.”
“Master. You will call me Master in this house. They are familiar with our arrangement. And I did no such thing. They make decisions on their own. They are grown men.”
“Trying to save your friend’s sassy ass are you, Caroline?” Preston waggled his eyebrows. “Yes, I want to curb her tongue, but I’d never hurt her. She’ll survive, trust me. I think my brother and I would like a little less backtalk from these two though. Our implements apparently aren’t working as well as Maxim’s here.”
It was then that Murray wheeled the cart in with their dark chocolate mousse with raspberries. “Something light and airy.”
Even though she felt full, the smell of the chocolate and the sight of it made her mouth water. The taste and texture of the dessert was almost as good as sex. Almost.
“Oh God, Murray, this is incredible!” Inga said around the delectable chocolate masterpiece in her mouth.
Everyone added their praises, and Murray beamed.
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