by Jenny Penn
“I’m dying to know.” Actually, Casey was creaming, but she kept that information to herself.
“Very well.” Lana nodded before clasping her hands and meeting Casey’s gaze with her own direct one. “You will be spending the night strapped and blindfolded. You will be put on display in the main room where all members will be allowed to play with you as they please.”
That sounded naughty, dirty, and like the kind of fun Casey had never dared to dream of. It was then that she began to realize that this wasn’t the place where her dreams would be fulfilled. This was a place where her fantasies would be redefined.
“I assure you there will be no vaginal or anal intercourse.”
That dampened the lust boiling through her veins, but it flared back hotter as Lana continued.
“Though there might be penetration with any sorts of toys, and you will undoubtedly be demanded to suck more than one cock…you do like to suck cock, right?”
“I’ve been assured that I’m pretty good at it,” Casey answered, avoiding explaining that blowjobs weren’t her favorite pastime. She was willing to go there, though, as long as a man was willing to return the favor.
“If that’s true, then you will probably fetch a very high price at the auction tomorrow. Speaking of tomorrow, I mentioned there will be a festival in celebration of the holiday. There will be all sorts of competitions where you will be offered either as part of the challenge or as a prize if you make it through the night.”
“I’ll make it,” Casey assured her.
Whatever it took, however many deep breaths she had to suck down, she wasn’t going to punk out before she got to the festival because the very notion of being considered a prize had her wetting her panties enough to leave her feeling a little uncomfortable.
“Something tells me you will,” Lana agreed with her, though Casey suspected she gave all the women she met the same kind of encouraging support. “The fair will close with an auction where the men will be bidding on—”
“—me.”
“You.” Lana nodded. “As I explained before, whoever buys you will be your master for the rest of your stay. Now keep in mind, masters share, lend, and trade women constantly. You can’t take it personally or get jealous. This is not about fidelity. It’s about gluttony. Now, I need to know if you can accept these terms.”
Have sex with untold number of strangers? Be put on display? Used? Traded? Sold? Casey’s heart was pounding, her palms sweating, and her panties dripping. There was really only one answer.
“Yes.”
Chapter 5
Monday, May 26th
Josh stared up the steps of the ornate entrance to the Cattlemen’s Club. The place looked like an upscale resort with its lush landscaping and beautifully designed Spanish-style buildings. It reeked of wealth and privilege but not the kind of elite sophistication of some intellectual society.
Despite the large cobblestone carport that was well-manned by valets, who were both quick and respectful, and the butlers who stood at attendance, dressed in full uniform with long coattails, there was still a sense of forbidden perversion that lingered over the club’s entrance. It might have had something to do with the gilded, wrought-iron gates that were custom fitted into the entry arches that led up into the club’s main lodge.
Eat. Drink. Be Merry.
Each arch bore its own welcoming message, and while Josh was all for the eating and drinking, his mood was far from merry. A whole bunch of easy pussy wasn’t going to change that because sex was not his problem. Neither was it the solution to his problem.
What Josh needed was a plan, a new plan because his old one was all blown to hell, which was just a shame. It had been such a good plan. It had gotten him this far, after all, and he’d racked up quite a number of accomplishments.
He’d been valedictorian, gotten into his first-choice college on a full scholarship, worked the right internships, maintained straight A’s, gotten the right job, and made all the right contacts. He’d started his business, met the perfect girl, gotten engaged, and bought the house.
Everything had gone just as planned. Now he was supposed to get married, have children, travel the world, and retire to a tropical location. Along the way, there would have been grandchildren and lots of happy memories. That was the perfect life spent, but now he was off script, swimming in unchartered waters, and it was all Casey’s fault.
She’d come along and ruined everything…or saved him. Josh honestly didn’t know whether to blame her or thank her right then. All he knew was that he was twisted up into knots and had enough lady problems to not be eager to complicate the matter with even more women.
A good puzzle, though, was just the kind of distraction Josh needed.
“I guess ranching has gotten more profitable since we left the country, huh?” Josh commented as he cast an eye around the entrance. “It certainly pays better than security.”
“Please,” Dylan snorted. “I’m betting this place pays for itself. I mean, seriously, how much would you pay to enjoy what is on the other side of those gates?”
“Trust me, you can’t afford it,” Chase answered for him, appearing on the other side of the Merry gate with a grin that Josh remembered all too well.
Back in the day when Chase had competed in the same rodeos as Dylan, he’d been known for two things—winning and grinning. It looked as though he was still at it.
“Chase,” Dylan broke out enthusiastically, stepping up to greet the other man as the butler opened the gate for him. “It’s been a while.”
“Too long,” Chase agreed, taking Dylan’s hand and stepping up to engulf him in a quick, one-armed hug as he pounded him on the back with his other hand. Dylan returned the affectionately macho gesture that Josh was thankfully spared when all he got from Chase was a quick nod.
“Josh, been a while.”
“Time that seems to have served you well.” Pointedly glancing around, Josh shook his head. “These are some fancy digs.”
“And that’s got to mean the women are…” Dylan didn’t fill out that hopeful conclusion but instead wagged his brows, eliciting a laugh from Chase, who stepped back and gestured for Dylan to step through the gate.
“Why don’t we take a tour, and you can decide just how the women are.”
“That is an offer I cannot resist.”
Dylan didn’t have to be invited twice. With the eagerness of a child rushing toward a Christmas tree, he stepped through the gates and entered paradise. Josh followed with the tolerant acceptance of a parent but soon found himself caught up in the moment as they wound through the massive club.
After seven years of sex with a woman who expected a man to do all the work and didn’t reward him with much more than the right to ride her from behind, Josh found himself captivated as they entered the main hall. Everywhere he looked, women not only allowed a man to ride them from behind but also in it.
How many times had he dreamed of indulging in that pleasure? Enough that he couldn’t help but stare, stare and hunger as he glanced about at the forbidden fantasies being played out all around him. There were threesomes, foursomes, and even fivesomes. Women were bent in every position imaginable, taking the men in every physical way possible and making Josh realize just how much he’d been missing out on.
He’d suppressed his redneck genes for far too long. They’d withered beneath the constraints of domestication that was necessary in the modern world of political correctness. Here those restraints were ripped away. Here women were adored and worshiped for the sexual goddesses they were while the men proved just who commanded those passions.
Deep within Josh stirred that primitive male, awakening to the challenge of being strong enough to claim a woman for his own. There was only one woman he wanted with that kind of feral lust, only one woman he ached to see glancing up at him from her knees with her big eyes hungry and pleading, his cum dripping from her lips.
Casey.
God help him, it was her face he
saw as they wove through the main hall to check out the dining room and the men’s den. Everywhere he looked, he saw her. Even when they paused by the punishment pen, where masters left their naughty slaves for any and all to discipline as they so desired, Josh saw Casey’s face staring up at him from the woman stretched out over a table.
Tied down like an offering, she was being punished, and Josh couldn’t deny that his palms itched to feel the leather-strapped handle of a flogger in his fist. He watched with fascinated hunger as the tassels rained down over her tits, turning her large breasts a beautiful blush color before they danced down to lick over her pussy.
Spread wide and completely bared for all to see every inch of her intimate flesh, her cunt creamed as the woman cried out, but instead of begging for mercy, she demanded to be fucked. It was that insolence that had landed her in trouble, Chase explained.
Women didn’t demand, but Josh kind of liked hearing the filth coming out of the woman’s mouth and couldn’t help but wonder what it would take to make Casey beg like that. Probably not much, actually. Casey wasn’t exactly a prude, not with her body or her language.
“Normally things are a little more busy,” Chase assured them as he led Dylan and Josh outside into a garden that swept back farther than the eye could see. “Most of the ladies are in the harem, getting ready for the festival this afternoon.”
“A harem?” Dylan gaped at Chase in wide-eyed wonder. “Are you kidding me?”
“Nope.” Chase paused to cast Dylan and Josh a wicked grin and quick wink. “Most of the men are resting up.”
“Gonna be that kind of party, hu—oh!” Dylan nearly tripped over his own feet as his grin fell open into a look of shock.
Josh shared the moment with him, his eyes rounding at the sight of two women tag teaming a third while a man relaxed in a recliner watching the show as a fourth woman knelt between his legs, sucking on his cock like a lollipop she couldn’t get enough of.
“That’s what we call a cube.” Chase gestured to the glass hut tucked into a small curve in the garden’s wall. “There are a couple of dozen of them built into the maze’s main paths. I’ve reserved one for the two of you while you stay here. They all have a bedroom and a bathroom in back, and you can order up room service whenever you want.”
“Forget room service,” Dylan shot back. “I want to know how many ladies come with the place.”
“What do you think I meant by room service?” Chase smirked before nodding down the path. “We got more to see.”
Josh didn’t need to see more. He was seeing just what he wanted—one woman eating out another while a third fucked a double-sided dildo into her own cunt and the other woman’s ass. Girl-on-girl action…Casey had been with a woman before, at least in his dreams. Of course, in Josh’s dreams, Casey had done a whole lot more than that.
“Come on, man.” Dylan smacked him on his chest, breaking the trance Josh had gotten caught in with that last thought. “We better move before you bust that zipper.”
Moving didn’t actually help his condition. It made it only more painful because there was nowhere to look, nowhere to turn where they weren’t confronted by one wicked fantasy or another being played. As they wove their way through the carnal delights hidden within the garden’s maze, Josh started taking mental notes of things he’d like to try.
“As I mentioned, we’ll be having a party later,” Chase repeated as they came to the end of an intricately designed garden. The opening in the tall fence of pine trees gave way to a massive field that was busy with activity.
Tents were being erected in a large circle around a bonfire with what appeared to be a catwalk encircling it. Josh could easily figure out that they planned on parading naked women around a roaring fire in some sort of rite that would probably tempt him into doing something stupid.
Or somebody.
As hot as the women were and as hard as they made him, Josh knew that if he gave into that temptation he’d probably lose any chance he had with Casey. Of course, if he kept playing it like a good boy, he wasn’t going to stand a chance anyway. He was done being the nice guy, but that didn’t mean he was going to play the stupid one either.
“There’ll be competitions throughout the day and an auction in the evening.”
“Competitions?” That sparked Dylan’s interest more than the naked women frolicking in the field down below. “What competitions?”
“All sorts.”
“Like?” Dylan prodded.
“Like the pussy-eating competition. Whoever makes their woman come first wins ten buckles. That one runs every half hour. So does the dick-bobbing competition, which is the same idea in reverse—the woman goes down and the winner is whoever last the longest.”
“Oh, man, I am so there,” Dylan swore, wearing a grin and a boner that said it all.
Josh would have been too, except for that nagging bit of conscience that kept making his thoughts stray to Casey. It just wouldn’t be the same without her. It just wouldn’t be worthwhile.
“Later, man,” Chase assured him. “The fair is not starting for another hour, so why don’t you come on up to my office and we can go over the details of the fire that brought you here.”
“Sure thing, boss.” Dylan nodded as he threw an arm around Josh. “Josh and I are here to help.”
If they could, but Josh kept that pessimistic rejoinder to himself as Chase led the way back through the maze and past the main lodge to a smaller but no less elegant hut surrounded almost entirely by a private lagoon that was clearly also a swimming pool.
“This is nice.” Dylan turned in a circle, admiring the full view. “All you need is a couple of naked mermaids and it’d be perfect.”
“We used to have them, but then Patton came along, and…” Chase shrugged.
“You sent them all over to the main pool,” Dylan filled in for him with a lecherous grin. “Naked women swimming…that was my kind of pool, man.”
“Yeah? Well, just remember you’ll need a pair of trunks,” Chase shot back before shoving open the door and nodding for Josh and Dylan to precede him. “Come on in and have a seat. We have a lot to talk about.”
That they did, and Josh tried to focus. He really did, but it was hard. Despite his best efforts, Josh felt his mind slipping back toward everything he’d seen and wondering how much Casey would let him get away with.
* * * *
“How did you enjoy last night?” Lana asked that question of Casey, making the other woman blush and glance quickly away.
That could only mean she’d enjoyed her initiation. Most women did—that is, if they didn’t panic. Lana remembered hers. Of course back then there hadn’t been a club, just three horny brothers with way too many ideas and a barn that had since burned to the ground.
Those times had come and gone, along with Lana’s ability to blush.
“Are you interested in enjoying more?”
A smile grew across Casey’s face that curled with a satisfaction that left no doubt of her answer.
Yes.
Lana wondered if Casey realized that first yes was only just the beginning. By the time she left the club, the other woman would be permanently changed. Everything would be different for her. All of her expectations would be altered, and the hunger for more wouldn’t leave her.
Just the opposite, it would grow into a craving that would have to be filled. Lana knew what Casey would soon learn. Sex was the greatest addiction of all.
“Last night was…entertaining,” Casey finally answered. A husky note that hadn’t been there yesterday infused her tone as her smile crept ever wider. “An education in ecstasy that I think I’d like to continue.”
“Well, then,” Lana sighed, recognizing the gleam in Casey’s eyes and knowing the other woman was as doomed as her. There was nothing left to do but enjoy. “I guess we should get you signed up for the fair this afternoon.”
That didn’t take long, given Casey had been tanned and waxed the day before in preparation fo
r initiation. Lana left her with the rest of the women lounging around the harem’s pool waiting for the fair to begin. She wouldn’t be participating this year, but that didn’t mean Lana wasn’t responsible for assuring that the women were ready and the staff organized.
Normally she had more help, like the Davis brothers, who had joined in the celebration in the past. They were no longer circulating, though, and had appointed GD to manage their old tasks. Unfortunately GD was off at some church fair of all things. That left Lana alone to assure everything went smoothly.
As if she didn’t have enough to see to, Chase sent a butler out to inform her he wished to see her in his office. For a moment, Lana considered ignoring his call, tired of the ache that always pained her when she saw him. He was supposed to be hers, but he belonged to somebody else now.
She had to live with it, or she could just run away. That was just what part of her wanted to do, but Lana couldn’t leave. She’d been with Chase since she was sixteen. She’d been a friend, a lover, and a business partner. She didn’t know anything else of the world other than that she’d never find the satisfaction in it that she did at the club.
That thought used to fortify her, but now it saddened her. Her nest had become a cage, one that she held the key to but was too afraid to use. So with slow, heavy steps, she made her way to the private hut that served as the Davis brothers’ lair and knocked on the thick wooden door.
“Enter!” Chase hollered from inside, even as Lana was already turning the brass knob.
“You wanted—Dylan?” Lana stumbled to a stop, her mind going blank as she took in an all-too-familiar face. It was him. He was just older now…and more filled out. “Dylan!”
“Well, holy shit!”
Dylan broke into a wide grin, jumping out of his seat to catch Lana just as she launched herself into his arms. They closed around her, tightening with a strength had had only grown over the years, sort of like the rest of his muscles. Of course, she hadn’t seen him since she’d been nineteen.
