by Marie Haynes
“Go on, girl. Enjoy yourself,” he encouraged.
Vincent slammed into her. He wasn’t quite as large as Nathan, but oh, did he know how to use what he had.
Rose grasped the back of the couch and reared back to meet each thrust.
Vincent reached forward, tweaked her nipples then twisted. Rose screamed. The pain travelled straight to her clit, energising her. She felt Vincent tense. He fucked her with hard, powerful movements, demanding all she had to give. Rose again opened her eyes and looked at Nathan. He darted his eyes to the left and so Rose shifted her gaze. Suddenly, she realised that not only were Nathan and Alicia watching her, but Maverick and Joe had also finished their activity and were avidly staring at her and Vincent. Rose didn’t care. In fact, she felt liberated. She reached between her legs, found her prize and fondled Vincent’s balls as they slapped against her.
Vincent growled, bit her shoulder and shuddered. Knowing Vincent was finding his release, Rose tightened her muscles around his shaft and trembled. She’d meant to add to his pleasure, but her world exploded as well. She threw her head back, screamed her release and felt the earth shift beneath her feet. When all was once again level, she found herself lying on the couch, Vincent sprawled on the floor.
“Wow,” he said, quietly.
“Yeah. Wow,” she echoed.
Chapter Thirteen
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“You get scared, just let one of us know,” Vincent instructed.
“I will,” Rose promised.
The three couples had piled into the minivan Maverick had rented and were headed to Blue Jay winery. Owing to its elusive location, they were armed with a map and a GPS. According to those tools, Vincent, who was driving, guessed it would take them the better part of an hour to arrive. Plenty of time for Rose to get good and worked up about possibly meeting her father.
“You okay?” Nathan asked.
“Fine,” Rose answered tersely.
“Liar,” Nathan murmured. “Play.”
Rose widened her eyes and looked at Nathan, who was seated next to her in the very back of the van.
“How may I serve you?” she responded immediately.
Maverick shifted in his seat. “If I may say so, excellent response.”
“Thanks, Maverick. Feel free to interject at any time,” Nathan answered. “And for you, I brought you a little gift, my dear. Here, open this.”
When Nathan handed her a small velvet-covered box, the two other women practically broke their necks trying to see. Even Vincent glanced up into the rear-view mirror.
“Is that—” Vincent began.
“Oh yeah,” Nathan responded.
Vincent chuckled a bit.
“What is it?” Joe asked.
“We, young lady, are in play mode, which means you should not be asking questions,” he reminded her.
“Oops. Sorry,” she meekly responded.
“Sorry is right. Now turn around. If Nathan wants you to see, he’ll tell you.”
Joe sighed but obeyed her husband. Rose felt a quick stab of sympathy for her ever-curious friend but grinned when she saw Joe drop her head against the backrest and gasp. Apparently, Vincent had found a wonderful way to distract his wife.
Carefully, Rose opened the box.
“Oh, my,” she whispered.
“No…mine,” Nathan corrected. “Take off your shirt and bra, girl. You’ve got work to do, but not until you’re dressed to my pleasure.”
Rose blushed, still not entirely comfortable with semi-public nudity. Nonetheless, she complied with Nathan’s command. She sucked in her breath when he dipped his head and began to suckle first one nipple then the other. He bit and tugged and tweaked until her buds formed hard little peaks of sensuality. Then, he chose one ornament and slipped it over her erect nipple. He secured the slipknot so that the non-piercing nipple jewellery dangled enticingly.
“Comfortable?” he asked.
“Yes, my Lord. Thank you,”
“How does it feel?”
“Heavy but good.” In truth, Rose loved the tightness of the tiny noose and the weight of the stone. She felt like a princess displaying her jewels.
Nathan smiled while he attached the second one.
“Excellent. I specifically chose these because the turquoise stones were solid. I thought the weight of them would be a nice reminder for you without bringing on the pain of alligator clips,” Nathan explained.
“They’re beautiful,” Rose said.
“Now, girl. Get busy. You’ll most likely keep those on the rest of the day but for now, I expect to you blow me until I come. And don’t forget the balls. You’d best keep at least one hand on them at all times. They don’t like to be forgotten,” he instructed.
“Yes, Sir,” Rose answered happily.
Goddess knew she loved his taste. First, he assisted her in unbuckling and removing his trousers. Keeping in mind his directions, Rose immediately began to fondle his testicles. They felt soft and firm in her hand. Gently treating them like the precious gems they were, she cradled them then bent her head to lick each one. She kissed them both then ran her tongue between them and up his shaft. She felt Nathan’s hand land heavily on her head and savoured the taste of his skin.
“That’s it,” he encouraged.
Pleased, Rose continued. She carefully squeezed his balls while she encased him in her mouth. Slowly, she lowered her lips, supressing her natural urge to gag, and swallowed him.
“Yes,” he whispered.
Keeping her lips firmly around him, Rose moved her head up and down, massaging his delectable cock. When she reached the base, she opened her mouth wider and darted her tongue around, licking his balls as best she could. Never once did she release his jewels. She sucked—gently but firmly drawing him deeply into her throat. Allowing some saliva to drip from her mouth, she lubricated her finger and began to massage his perineum, working her way to his tightly puckered hole.
Nathan shifted his weight to better accommodate her efforts. She gasped a bit when he tugged on one of the dangling nipple rings. Pleasure rode a straight line from her tight buds to her clit.
“Keep going,” he commanded.
Obeying, Rose cradled his balls in one hand, massaged his delicate nether regions with the other and pumped her head up and down. She tasted a hint of pre-cum and pumped harder.
“Estimated arrival in five,” Vincent informed them.
I can do this. He feels so good. Holy goddess, my nipples are as tight as if they were covered in ice! Please, Nathan, please feed me. Give me the food I need. Silently, Rose begged. Time ceased to matter. All she wanted was for his pleasure to pour down her throat.
She heard Nathan’s guttural moan. He pushed until her mouth was down to the base of his shaft. Without thinking, Rose braced her hands on his thighs and greedily drank his glorious seed. She gulped and swallowed, anxious to devour every drop. No longer was she a princess, but rather a devoted slave worshipping before her Master. When his hips stopped bucking and he released his grip on her hair, Rose slowly lifted her head but continued to lick and kiss his now flaccid length. When she was sure she’d cleaned him completely, she smiled up at him.
“Girl, you do me proud. Too bad you let go of my balls, though,” Nathan said with a smile.
Rose felt a gush of juice flow just thinking about the upcoming reprimand.
* * * *
True to his word, Nathan refused to remove her new jewellery. Now, the ornaments were tucked against her skin by her bra and shirt, and, while they no longer dangled, she felt the tightness of them and knew she was loved. From this knowledge, she gained strength. Straightening her back, Rose tucked her hand into the crook of Nathan’s arm, plastered a smile on her face and walked into her father’s winery surrounded by her friends. Somewhere in the mids
t of all the support, she came to the realisation that she had lost her fear. If this didn’t work out, it didn’t. She’d still have Nathan, Joe and Vincent…and now Maverick and his lovely wife. For the first time in her life, Rose felt as if she had a real family.
“Hi, welcome to Blue Jay Winery. Would you all like to do tastings?” a tall, handsome gentleman asked. He had green eyes and wavy auburn hair and wore blue jeans and a black T-shirt. Rose could easily see that the man was in excellent physical shape. When his eyes met hers, he stopped dead in his tracks.
“Melinda,” he whispered, dropping a bottle of wine.
Nathan wrapped a protective arm around Rose’s shoulders and the others formed a semi-circle about her. Rose closed her eyes. Warmth, love, desire, regret and hope flowed over her as she sensed her father’s emotions. She saw a flash of her mother—very young and very beautiful. Her eyes twinkled and her laugh rang out. Melinda was sitting across the table from this man who held her hand and smiled at her, his eyes soft and beautiful.
“You loved her,” she said, opening her eyes.
“Yes,” Charles answered. “I loved her. I knew her only for a short time, but I loved your mother. You look just like her, you know. You’re lovely.”
He took a step towards her then hesitated.
“I know you must hate me, Rose, and I won’t deny your right to that. But I’m going to ask one thing of you—that you reserve your final judgement of me until we can talk. There are things I need to tell you. But the first is this. I’m sorry.” He walked to stand before her and took her hand in his. Tears formed in his eyes and Rose felt his hand shake.
“I’m sorry I let my friends talk me out of going after Melinda the day she left. I’m sorry I didn’t try harder to find her again. I never knew you existed until recently and I’m sorry for that as well.”
Looking into eyes so very similar to her own, Rose saw the truth of her father’s words. He truly was sorry. She gave him a watery smile, unwilling to trust herself to speak.
“I know I can never make up to you for what you’ve gone through in your life, but if you’ll let me, I’d like to be there for you now. But—,” he sighed and ran a trembling hand through his shaggy hair, “I will respect your wishes. If you never want to see me again, I’ll abide by that.”
“Is that what you want? Now that you’ve seen me, do you want me to leave?” she asked, quietly.
“No,” he firmly replied. “I want to get to know you. Believe it or not, I’m a good guy. I just want to know who you are. I don’t expect anything else from you.”
Nathan cleared his throat and Rose saw that his eyes were suspiciously shiny.
“Why don’t we all take a seat and get to know each other?” he suggested.
“Actually,” interjected a teary-eyed Joe, “why don’t you three get to know each other. The four of us can just take a little drive or something.”
Charles Brodemeyer looked at Joe. “Thank you. I don’t know you all, but I’m assuming you’re friends of Rose’s. If you’d like, feel free to tour the vineyard. There’s a small lake, a grove of trees and some interesting sculptures by local artists. All the paths are easily marked. I’d be honoured if you’d make yourself at home and wander wherever you’d like.”
“Thanks,” Vincent said. “Why don’t we do that? We’ll be back in about an hour?”
Nathan nodded and guided Rose to a small table. Bending down, he whispered, “You okay? If you want to be alone with him, I’ll head out with the others but if you need me I’m right here.”
“Please stay,” she answered.
Nathan sat beside her. A moment later, Charles placed three glasses on the table and popped open a bottle of wine.
“This is the first bottle of wine I ever produced here. I’ve been saving it for you,” he explained as he poured the golden liquid.
“Why did you stop looking for her?” Rose asked, quietly.
Charles’ hand shook as he placed the bottle on the table and took his seat.
“I had to. I contacted the people who had introduced me to her and they told me that she didn’t want to see me again. I didn’t believe them so I skipped classes one day and started to drive up to St. Louis. That was early one November morning. I was fiddling with the radio and didn’t see the deer.”
“Jesus,” Nathan whispered.
For the first time, Rose noticed a faint but ragged scar running down her father’s cheek.
“I hit the damned thing head-on. It went through my windshield. Next thing I knew I was in a hospital, my face stitched back together, three ribs broken along with both legs,” he continued.
Unable to stop herself, Rose reached across the table and patted his hand.
“I was in the hospital for months. By the time I got out, I was a full year behind in my schooling. My memory was also affected and for the longest time I couldn’t remember Melinda’s last name. The mutual friends had graduated and moved on. So I made the worst decision of my life. I gave up.”
He looked directly into her eyes and Rose could easily see the regret and honesty of the man’s words. He had suffered terribly and Rose could not find it in her heart to punish him further.
“No,” she assured him. “You made the only decision you could. I forgive you.”
“Oh, baby,” he whispered, standing and grabbing Rose in a bear hug. He lifted her off her feet and buried his head in her shoulder.
Rose wrapped her arms around him and gave as much comfort as she could. She felt his shoulders shake and knew he was sobbing.
“We need to start over,” she suggested.
He placed her back on her feet and nodded.
“Hi,” Rose said, holding out her hand. “I’m Rose Hester and this is my, um, my…”
Suddenly, Rose was unsure what to call Nathan.
Nathan stood. “I’m Nathan. Rose’s lover, friend and protector. I’m the man who holds her when she needs holding and helps her when she needs helping. I love her.”
Rose smiled. “Yes, that’s exactly who he is. He is my life.”
Chapter Fourteen
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Rose learned a lot about her father in the next hour. He had finished college, married and had a son, David, who was currently going to school in Michigan. After his wife had lost her battle with breast cancer, Charles had quit his corporate job and purchased the winery which—partly owing to its secluded location—had never really become the success that he had hoped for. As she listened to her father speak, Rose also learned that he seemed quite open-minded with a quick laugh and a sharp wit. She liked him.
“Back too soon?” a familiar voice called to them.
Turning, Rose saw Joe popping her head in the door.
“Not at all. Come on in. Everything’s going wonderfully,” Rose assured, standing to give her friend a quick hug.
“Your property is beautiful, Mr Brodemeyer. Raw and primitive but also elegant,” Maverick commented. “I wonder if you’d be willing to allow me to photograph it?”
“You are…?” Charles asked.
“Ah, my apologies. My name is Maverick Devonshire and this is my wife, Alicia. I’m a commercial and artistic photographer,” he said.
As they shook hands, a slight frown formed on Charles’ face. “Devonshire? From London?”
“Guilty,” Maverick admitted.
“I’ve seen your work. It also is raw and primitive. Your landscapes portray an elemental beauty and your nudes are truly inspired,” he complimented.
Rose lifted her eyebrows in surprise.
Charles laughed a bit and admitted, “I love art, but I’m no artist myself. I also have a nice collection of erotic photography at the house. Mr Devonshire, if you’d like to photograph anything on my property, please feel free. I’d be honoured. Hell, might even bring in a few more people. As you can s
ee, I’m not exactly overrun with customers here.”
“Erotic art?” Rose questioned.
Charles looked at the floor for a moment and a soft spread of colour painted his cheeks. “Yeah. I’m sorry if that embarrasses you, sweetheart, but I’m not going to hide who I am. You need to know the good, the bad, the ugly. Not only do I have an erotic art collection, but I am the Dominant of two submissive women. They don’t live here but visit often, so if you stick around for a while, I’m sure you’ll meet them. They were actually friends of my late wife’s. She’s the one who suggested I begin working with them when she became ill. Your friends may have noticed a few cabins built close to the lake. I’ve renovated one of them for my girls to stay in when they’re here.”
Rose’s mouth dropped open. Glancing around at her friends, she saw that their expressions ranged from mild shock to barely concealed amusement.
“Oh goddess,” she murmured then plopped down into a chair and laughed until she cried.
“Charles,” Nathan said with a grin, “I have an idea for you.”
* * * *
Later that evening, as Rose lounged in an Adirondack chair outside their cabin, she questioned Nathan.
“So what idea were you, Vincent and my father discussing while Joe and I tagged along behind Maverick, scoping out spots for him to photograph?”
“Well, my little Rose, you know Vincent and I used to frequent some fetish clubs in St. Louis, right?”
“Yep,” Rose answered languidly. With her head propped against the back of the chair, she stared up at the stars, totally relaxed and unwilling to move.
“And you’ve been to some of the kink nights at What’s Your Pleasure, right?”
“Yep.”
“What do you think about a kinky resort?”
Rose lifted her head and stared at Nathan a moment. A kinky resort? A place where people could openly and safely engage in their choice of pleasures without censure?
“Aren’t there some in the Caribbean?” she asked.
