“Our destination.” He swept his arm with a flourish, as if she couldn’t see for herself how he’d transformed the place.
Hundreds of votive candles dotted the vanity, the toilet tank, the corners and edges of the floor. They were the only lighting. Bubbles billowed in the tub. Plump red towels—a new acquisition—were stacked on the toilet within easy reach. The shower curtain draped away, held in place by a shell lei their oldest made in preschool. A bucket of ice sat on a pedestal beside the tub with two wineglasses and a bottle of Viognier chilling in its cubes. A caddy stretched across the tub. A shiny dome in the center of it covered what Jill presumed was their appetizer.
She rubbed against Royce. “It looks like you’re joining me.”
“I most certainly am.”
He pulled the red satin sheet away and let it flutter to the floor, then rubbed his hand over her ass. The switching was all but a memory now. No welts. No bruising. Only warmth lingered. Royce was a master at discipline—giving Jill what she needed without hurting her, making her crave it. Often just the thought of it was enough to make her come.
“After you. I’ll take the faucet side.”
She didn’t argue and carefully slipped into the hot water as she pulled the bobby pins from her all-business French twist and rearranged it to a pile of curls. She’d barely settled when Royce eased into the opposite side.
Jill draped her legs over his. They hadn’t had this luxury in at least six years. “How in the world did you manage… Ah yes, the mysterious people you sort of hired.”
He poured the wine and handed her a glass. “You were blindfolded. For all you know there could have been twelve people working throughout the house to pull this off.”
“Then they’re very good at the art of deception. I didn’t hear or smell them.”
Royce gently grabbed her arm, preventing that first sip she’d longed for. “Smell?”
Jill read the alarm in his voice. “No, I’m not pregnant. Only an expression. Besides, motherhood has heightened all my senses. Sometimes it’s the only defense I have.”
“I hear you on that one.” Relief soothed the tension in his muscles. His smile had returned. Glass in one hand, he reached for the dome covering their treat. “Nothing fancy,” he warned, then lifted the cover to reveal tortilla chips with spinach artichoke dip.
“Oh my god. And we don’t have to share them with our always-hungry offspring.” Jill didn’t feel an ounce of guilt over the words.
“Not a crumb. Dig in.” Then he followed his own directive, scooping the cheesy concoction onto a chip. “How’d the trial go?”
“I lost.” It wasn’t unexpected. Her client was an ass and that was more than apparent in court despite Jill’s efforts to keep him in check. The judge looked as if she were one gavel rap away from holding him in contempt. Jill would have loved to see that happen. Maybe even a night in jail.
“I understand you argued one hell of a case though.” Before she could ask how he knew that, Royce said, “Casey Sullivan was in the gallery today. She’d gone to evaluate your opposing counsel for a possible position at her law firm. You intrigued her. Her words, not mine.”
Her heartbeat quickened. Was Casey Sullivan considering her for her firm? The chip went down her throat hard. “She called you? Here? Or on your cell? How would she get the numbers? Why didn’t she approach me after the trial? Why call you?”
“Holy shit.” Royce laughed. “No wonder witnesses quake in fear when faced with your cross-examination.”
Jill nudged her toe into his ribs. “Stop it. I need details.”
“You know she and I have worked together before. She called me because she didn’t have your number. She wanted a private meeting with you and didn’t feel the halls of the courthouse were an appropriate venue. She also wasn’t sure how your present employer would feel about her trying to lure you away. She asked that you call her.”
Jill’s thoughts raced a mile a minute, ambition and indecision leading neck-and-neck. She sat there frozen, listing the possibilities, the pros and cons.
“I’d be happy to get the phone if you want to call her now.”
Jill glanced at Royce, at the resignation on his face. He’d gone to a lot of effort to make the night special for both of them. Work could wait. She and Royce came first. If she was going to work at Sullivan’s law firm, Casey needed to understand Jill’s family and marriage were her highest priorities. Jill wouldn’t make the same mistakes she’d seen so frequently in the divorce cases she handled.
“No, it can wait until Monday.” She plucked a chip from the pile and dredged it through the dip.
A tiny smile played across Royce’s lips. “Her firm’s looking for a good family law attorney. She clearly wants you. She was very surprised the judge ruled in favor of the petitioner.”
“I’m not.” She helped herself to another chip while she spoke around the one in her mouth. “There were extenuating circumstances. My client was,” she could speak freely with Royce, “an ass. I don’t know why his wife stayed as long as she did. He doesn’t deserve the visitation he got. He demanded more to get his wife’s attention, not because he wants to see those kids. Those poor children are nothing more than pawns he uses against her. He’s resented those children from the start.” Her client’s words had haunted Jill from the minute she was assigned his case, made Jill question things in her own marriage.
“Did you resent me being pregnant?” she asked.
Royce’s jaw dropped along with the chip in his fingers. “What? Are you nuts?”
“The aftermath,” she went on. “The sleep-deprived drudgery of the first two years.”
He picked up the caddy and set it on the floor, then slid closer. “I consider us a team. I figured if we could survive the first two years—”
“But then I got pregnant again and we were back at square one.”
“And still a team, sweetheart. Always a team.” He glided past her, switching their positions until he was behind her and Jill was nestled between his legs, his arms wrapped around her.
“I love you.” He kissed her temple. “I’d do anything for you. Give anything.”
Yes, he’d proven that time and time again. She’d let her client do a number on her head.
“I love you too.” She laid her arms over Royce’s and hugged them tighter to her.
They stayed like that until the water grew cold—quiet, relaxed, sloughing the worries of jobs and child-rearing, re-bonding.
“Dinner should be ready soon.” Royce squeezed a hug around her, patted her thigh, then gave a slight nudge as he reached for one of the towels. He wrapped it around her as they stood together, then grabbed the second one for himself. He dusted the water from his body, then picked up the tray and set it over the sink.
“Don’t move.”
A quick kiss followed before he strode from the room. Jill admired his fine ass the whole way. He returned within minutes, carrying a white box wrapped with a fat red ribbon and bow.
He placed it at her feet. “Put this on. I’ll be waiting for you in the other room.”
His pajama bottoms, now hooked in Royce’s fingers, slithered across the tile behind him as he walked away. It could have been her skin for the tingles that lifted the hairs on her body. She watched the satin slip from the room, felt it beckoning her to follow.
Jill pulled the bow and felt the sigh of ribbon when it drifted to the floor. Her senses were on high alert tonight, ready again, craving experiences, making up for lost time. She eased the lid off Royce’s gift. Inside she found white lace panties, bra, and wrapper. They were soft to the touch, of little substance, and made for enticement.
Like his pajama bottoms.
What waited for her in their bedroom? Or the rest of the house he’d forbidden her to see?
She dressed quickly. The undergarments stretched for ease in dressing, and removal when that time came. They covered little, teasing at what lay beneath. Her nipples and pussy shadowed the white lac
e. The wrapper tied at the waist, revealing everything above and below that spot.
Pulling in a breath to calm her excitement, she stepped into the bedroom and found a trail of white rose petals leading into the hallway. She smiled. Royce was full of surprises tonight. Well, she had a surprise or two of her own.
Jill dared a peek into the hall to make sure she wasn’t seen. More rose petals and votives greeted her, but no Royce. She dashed to the bed, loving how the lace wrapper fluttered behind her. Royce’s gift was under the bed. She retrieved the present—wrapped in nothing more than silver-blue paper with bow to match—and placed it dead center on the bed. Royce wasn’t the only one who’d researched anniversary gifts. Thank god neither of them had gone with pottery.
Although, dinner had to be served on something. It’d be like Royce to cover all his bases.
Curious once more, she followed the trail of rose petals and candles to a living room transformed into something out of Arabian Nights. Gold and black satin draped the walls. Matching pillows and cushions had replaced their furniture. Royce lay sprawled on one pile, legs crossed at the ankles, a grin as big as the erection swelling his flimsy pajama bottoms.
“You’ve kept the Master waiting long enough.”
Jill jumped at the voice beside her. Adonis waited at the entrance. She’d been hoping he’d show up at some point and fought against a tiny squeal of joy.
“There will be penalties for your lapse,” Well Hung said from the other side.
Jill snapped back to the scene and heard the scuff of leather over satin. When she looked Royce’s way, she saw a small leather flogger dangling from his hand. He ran his fingers through the falls, his gaze locked on to her. His nod signaled the men beside her. Each took an arm and led her to her “Master”.
They wore gold satin bottoms, their broad chests bare. Without a word, they took her to a large cushion, then pushed her facedown and spread out upon it. Well Hung secured her ankles in his big hands. Adonis locked her wrists in a tight grip.
“You’ve brought me a nice captive tonight.” Royce paced beside her, flogger slapping his hand, the cushion she lay upon, and stirring a breeze over her suddenly hot skin.
“She put up quite a fight,” Adonis answered, “but we were able to subdue her.”
“She becomes reasonably tame after a good fucking,” Well Hung added.
“Interesting.” Royce danced the tips of the falls down her spine.
Jill squirmed, fighting a moan. She was the wealthy merchant’s daughter, captured by desert barbarians. They wouldn’t know how their touch inflamed her. God, how she loved Royce for this!
“Rumors abound of how much she loves to ride astride,” Adonis said. “Her horse, that is.”
“Although, we did find her well-used when we calmed her earlier,” Well Hung added. “Yet her pussy is as tight as they come.”
“A tease then.” Royce lightly slapped the strands over her buttocks. “A woman who flirts and riles a man, only to leave him to his own hand for comfort while she returns to a lush bed, exotic dildos and nimble fingers to bring herself off. True, my lady?”
A whimpered groan was her reply. Inside, love swelled her heart that Royce would go to these lengths for her, for them.
“No answer, I see.” Royce brushed the strands up her thighs, then slapped them against her pussy.
Jill lifted her head on a moan.
“So that’s the way of it.” His breath was hot against her ear. “A puss in sore need of attention. You’ll have it and more tonight, my lady. How you receive it will determine your fate.”
“My…my fate?” Jill was so turned-on the words quavered, making it appear she was frightened—as the heroine in her fantasy should be.
“Whether I keep you as a pleasure slave for myself or turn you over to all my men to service.” He slapped the leather falls over her pussy again. Cream soaked the white lace. “Considering your legendary appetites, I might have to do just that.” He took a step away. “Strip her bare. Raise her ass higher and spread her wide. I want a good look at my target.”
“Don’t you mean your goal?” Jill dropped her tone to a sultry purr, then yelped at the two lubed fingers Royce thrust up her ass. He moved so fast! Her panties were now wedged in the crease of her thighs.
“Watch your tongue, girl, or your puss won’t be the only thing I work tonight.” He pulled free and smacked her cheek, then jerked the panties farther down her thighs.
Well Hung and Adonis made quick work of her clothing. Naked, hips high on a mound of pillows, limbs stretched, she was Royce’s to do with as he pleased. The tails of the flogger flicked over her ass and thighs before they landed against her bare pussy. A few more like that and she’d come. Another tap brought her head up, eyes level with Well Hung’s erection. He sat at her hands, holding her wrists in place. Temptation demanded she pull free and grab his hard cock. His grip wouldn’t let her.
“Shall we place bets on how fast she comes under a good lashing?” Royce asked.
No one replied, though Jill did try to raise her hips a little higher to give him a good target. He rewarded her effort with a tap against her pussy and the first kiss of the lash over her buttocks. Her toes and fingers curled with the sweet sensation rolling through her body.
Royce stabbed his fingers in her hair, tugged gently to pull her head up, and covered her mouth with a kiss Jill felt down to her clit. He broke off and nipped at her throat.
“Do you crave more?” he demanded.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Then ask for it.” He released his hold on her and smacked the falls over her back. “Beg, my lady.”
“More,” she groaned out, “more please. Cover me from head to toe.”
“‘Twould be my pleasure. Starting with that very tempting bottom of yours.”
Jill squirmed with every smack over her ass, trying to get at least one of the strands against her clit. Royce avoided her efforts each time, laying the lashes a little harder until her backside burned from the whipping and her pussy was swollen close to bursting. Every breath came out on a moan. Nails cut into the carpet.
Adonis pulled her legs together, shackling her ankles with his hands. Jill’s incoherent complaint fell on deaf ears. Her pussy would get nothing until Royce allowed it.
He started at her ankles, slapping the falls against her flesh, overlaying each stroke inch by agonizingly slow inch. Up her thighs that she longed to part, to roll over and splay wide to his mercy. Jill knew he left her skin pink in his wake, raising enough of a blush to bring her blood boiling to the surface. Her captors made sure she wasn’t going anywhere. What would their reward be tonight? Oh god, she could hardly wait!
Over her ass once more, where his strokes were a little stronger. Up her back, inch by inch, stroke by stroke, until nothing remained untouched.
“Roll over,” he commanded.
Her wrists and ankles freed, Jill wasted no time assuming the position he’d decreed. Royce passed a gaze down her body as if pondering where to start first. Then he lifted the flogger and slapped it over her breasts.
“Ohhh.” She rose for more, and got it.
Jill balled the satin cushion in her fists and writhed with every stroke down her body. Legs wide, she offered her aching pussy to the lash. Royce ignored her, rolled her toward him, and worked her ass with a paddle that seemed to have magically appeared. Jill wrapped herself around him, clit seeking his knee. Royce merely laughed and pushed her to her back.
“Is this what you need?” He slipped his hand to her pussy and circled his fingers over her clit.
“Oh god yes!” Jill closed her eyes and let sensation have her. Her insides tightened, coalescing to a hard knot behind her pubic bone—the final fuse to ignite her. She felt it burning toward her clit. Breath held, body tensed, she waited…and came with a force only Royce’s inventiveness could create.
He eased her back down, thumb drawing circles in her pubic hair. She gave him a smile and dusted her finge
rs over his arm.
“Don’t think you’ll fool us with hints of lassitude, my lady,” he said. “Your legend indicates otherwise.” Grabbing her hand, he helped Jill right herself and turned her around to the sight of Well Hung, naked but for his erect cock dressed for action, on a pile of cushions.
“He’s yours to ride, my lady.” Royce patted her butt. “While he rides you.”
Jill looked where he pointed and found Adonis ready, cock also covered and waiting to take her ass. “Shall I anticipate your cock in my mouth or expect to have to bathe in your milky essence?”
“Though the last is tempting, I want my cock deep in your throat.”
Jill glanced at him from the corner of her eye. “Have a care, my lord and Master. I bite.”
“If you dare one nip, I’ll string you out for the troops, after I’ve wearied my arm laying the paddle over your ass and fucked myself dry in your quim.”
“You’ve been reading my historical romances, haven’t you?”
“That’s twice. Stay in the scene, honey. Next lapse and I will wear your ass out.”
Fighting a smile, Jill said nothing, merely crawled toward Well Hung on hands and knees. When she reached him, she didn’t stop until she was astride his hips with his cock poised at her entrance. She stared at him a bit, then took him on a single plunge. Well Hung groaned and winced, then grabbed her hips and ground himself deeper. Big hands spanned her back and drew her torso toward him. She lifted her ass as high as possible, hands braced on Well Hung’s solid chest.
Royce stood beside them, stroking his erection. She watched the pre-cum ooze to the tip, then saw it disappear under his slow strokes. A touch of lube made her gasp. No warmth this time. She fisted the hairs on Well Hung’s chest. Sure fingers tested the way, stretching her anus to accommodate Adonis’ penis. Her clit was right in that sweet spot—caught between a massive dick and a hard pubic bone—and still sensitive from coming.
Well Hung groaned at the first touch of Adonis’ cock at her ass. None of them would last long in this position. It felt too damn good, was too intense. Royce knelt astride Well Hung’s head, penis fisted in a steady grip and ready for her mouth. As Adonis breached the barrier loosened by Royce’s earlier fucking, Jill’s lips slid down Royce’s cock. Four groans filled the makeshift Arabian tent. At the splash of salty pre-cum on the back of her tongue, Jill focused all her attention on Royce’s pleasure. The other two men would find their own.
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