Discovering Pleasure (10 page)

She yelped and Joe’s fingers clenched hers. The sharp sound of leather biting skin echoed enticingly through the vineyard as first Vincent and then Nathan alternately whipped their willing submissives. Unable to stop herself, Rose counted. One. Two. Three. Four. Her arse was on fire and she could feel angry welts rising. Her knees went soft on the count of ten and she would have crumpled to the ground if Joe had not lent her strength. She opened her eyes and saw her own raw need reflected in Joe’s tears.

“Why do you cry?” she whispered to her friend.

“Because it’s so wonderful to be loved this much,” Joe answered.

The two women leaned into each other and kissed gently over the simple barrier.

Nathan tenderly rubbed the fiery globes of her hot ass and Rose laid her head against Joe’s shoulder. Joe nuzzled into Rose’s neck, their wrists still joined by the silken rope.

Her heart beat faster and her breathing almost stopped when Nathan ran a finger down her slick slit.

“Oh, goddess,” she murmured.

His fingers probed, teased, coaxed. They invaded her secret places and claimed them as his. He strummed her like a musician playing a complicated guitar bridge and Rose responded like a well-loved instrument. She hummed in perfect syncopation with his movements. Heat built and she knew that a surge of honey now coated her soft inner lips.

“That’s it. Let go,” he said.

At those simple words, Rose did just that. She let go and gave him all control. A small sound escaped her throat and she rocked her hips against his hand. She felt him delve deeper inside her, playing her body, making sweet music with her need. She cried out again, louder this time and heard an answering female voice very close to her ear.

“God, Rose. It feels so good,” Joe moaned.

Rose couldn’t speak, couldn’t answer. All she could do was feel. Logically, she knew she was standing in the middle of a vineyard lashed to her best friend and her lover was finger-fucking her pussy and rubbing her hot, tender, well-spanked ass. Logically, she knew this was atypical behaviour. Logically, she knew dirt and bugs abounded. Logically, she knew if anyone walked up and saw them engaged in such crude behaviour, they’d probably be arrested. Somehow, though, logic meant nothing. All that mattered was sensation. She was floating high above the earth, carried on a current of air and encased in a cloud of pure pleasure.

In the distance, she heard Nathan’s voice say, “Yes, yes. That’s it. Keep it going.”

Rose lived in a different dimension. One filled with colour and texture and music and joy. She rode a wave that carried her to a faraway place where only sensation and ecstasy mattered. She forgot everything of this world. She forgot about the dirt on the plants, the heat of the sun, the sting on her ass. She only knew the voice that was her navigator to heaven and the rush of pleasure that propelled the journey. Rose tipped her head back, held her breath and saw a burst of colour before black velvet covered her consciousness.

“Yes.” Nathan’s voice resonated in her mind.

* * * *

Rose fought against the light, but a kiss from a soft pair of lips pulled at her senses.

“She’s coming back,” she heard Nathan say.

Reluctantly, Rose opened her eyes. She was lying on the ground, nestled in Nathan’s arms.

“Hey. How you feelin’?” he asked, stroking her hair.

Rose smiled contentedly. “Wonderful.”

Nathan threw back his head and laughed. Rose cocked her head and saw Joe wrapped securely in Vincent’s arms. They smiled as well and their matching looks of worry dissipated.

“Let’s give Rose a few minutes to catch her breath then we can head back to the cabin for a nap. After a sound spanking, a heart-stopping orgasm and a little fainting spell, I think she could use a break,” Nathan suggested.

“But Nathan, you haven’t had release?” Rose pouted. “And you said my punishment was only half over.”

Nathan stood and easily lifted Rose into his arms.

“No, girl. I haven’t had release yet.” He kissed her forehead. “But watching you just now was more than enough pleasure for me, at least for the moment. You were a fairy transported into a trance of passion and that, my girl, was perfect. ”

Stunned by his words, Rose could say nothing so she simply cuddled into his strong shoulder as he carried her back to the car.

“And no, little one,” his whisper in his deep, gravelly voice. “Your punishment isn’t even close to over unless you want it to be.”

Rose had never been happier.

Chapter Eleven

Sangria
—
Black raspberry juice, triple sec, raspberries, orange slices and maraschino cherries blended with a semi-dry red wine creates the perfect sipping beverage for a warm summer afternoon.

Hours later, Rose awoke to the sound of water running. Reluctantly opening her eyes, she noticed a small sheet of paper on the nightstand next to her bed.

“
Went for a hike and then dinner out. You two have the cabin to yourselves for at least five hours. Enjoy, V and J
”

Rose smiled contentedly.

“What are you looking all smug about?” she heard Nathan ask.

Her breath caught in her throat. There he stood, naked except for a towel carelessly slung over his left shoulder. Tiny droplets of water shining like jewels clung to the hair on his chest. Adonis couldn’t have looked this delectable.

“The fact that, apparently, we have a few hours alone, my Lord,” she answered. “How shall I serve you?”

Rose slithered out of the bed and knelt beside it. She raised her gaze and looked directly into Nathan’s smouldering dark eyes. He took two steps towards her and grasped her hair in his hands. If they had this time alone, Rose wasn’t about to waste a second of it.

Unhesitatingly, Rose covered his semi-flaccid cock with her lips. She moaned and placed her hands on his strong hips. Slowly, she moved her head back and forth, keeping him encased between the roof of her mouth and her tongue. Blessed, but he tasted wonderful.

“God, yes,” Nathan whispered, his voice hoarse with his need.

His voice motivated her as much as his taste. Already, her thighs were sticky with sweet honey. She kept her rhythm slow and steady, savouring his flavour. He began to harden and grow, his tip pressing against the back of her throat. She relaxed her muscles and swallowed, pulling him even further into her mouth.

“Don’t stop, sweet Rose, don’t stop,” he murmured.

Nathan gripped her shoulders tightly. She moved her own hands to encircle the base of his shaft. He was now too big to fit entirely into her small mouth, and she hated that fact. Still, she was nothing if not resourceful, and so she made sure he was wet and slick with her saliva so that she could match her hand movements to that of her head, thereby worshipping his whole cock. Hearing his moans of pleasure and tasting his sweet, sweet skin lit a fire within her. She began to tremble. Her jaws ached and her thighs shook, but she would not stop. She couldn’t stop. First, he had told her not to and, second, she knew she’d die if she did. The flame inside her womb spread the heat of passion throughout her body. She sucked and pumped her head faster. She wanted more, wanted all of him, wanted to devour him.

“I’m gonna come, baby. Right down your throat if you don’t stop,” Nathan promised.

Yes, Yes
!
Feed me, my Lord. Give me your seed to drink.

“Here it comes,” he warned.

Nathan slammed against her face, fucking her mouth. She moved her hands around to grasp his tight ass, pulling him into her. Her breathing became erratic and she heard Nathan growl his satisfaction. Suddenly, he pushed her head against him, her lips meeting the base of his cock, the tip almost gagging her as sweet, hot nectar ran down her throat. Greedily, she drank of him, each drop infusing in her a sense of pride, accomplishment and pleasure as her own passion burst into white-hot heat and she shook with the power of her own orgasm. He’d not entered her but, still, waves of pleasure washed over her and took her on a wild, orgasmic ride. Colours exploded behind her eyes and she heard the strains of an unknown song. He was all that existed in the world and for that moment, he belonged solely to her. She knew her place in the universe and it was there, kneeling before him, serving him.

“God, Rose,” he whispered, dropping down to sit on the edge of the bed.

She wasn’t ready to give him up. She bent with him, keeping her mouth on his now limp penis. Gently, she cradled his shaft in her hands while she licked his balls, his cock, his thighs—making sure she cleaned every last bit of sweat, water or cum from him. Satisfied that she had tasted every last drop, she shifted her weight so that she was seated on the floor next to him, wrapped her arms around his legs and rubbed her cheek against his thigh.

“You know, I still owe you the rest of your punishment, right?” Nathan reminded her, gently petting her head.

“Yes, my Lord, you do,” Rose agreed happily.

“Now or later?”

“As it pleases you, my Lord.”

“Then stand up, Rose. We’re going to the lodge for dinner again, but not before I prepare you,” he instructed.

Oh, goddess
,
I wonder how much pleasure I can handle before I explode into a million stars?

* * * *

Nathan watched as Rose squirmed slightly. She was stunning. Several days before, he had purchased a beautiful copper-coloured corset for her. She wore it now beneath a simple sleeveless green dress. The low neckline allowed for the copper lace to peek over. She sat very straight, unable to slouch. The woman who had made the corset had instructed him on how to lace and tighten it. She had warned not to pull the lacing too much right away but to wait about twenty minutes or so for Rose’s body to adjust to binding then she would be able to withstand another tightening. Not one to waste time, Nathan used the twenty minutes between adjustments to properly lube her anus and insert a medium-sized butt plug.

“You will wear this all evening, my dear, and with every move you make you will feel it and know that it was my hand that placed it inside you. Understood?” he instructed.

“Yes, my Lord. And thank you,” she answered.

Nathan could see both the fear and excitement in Rose’s eyes. Whenever he used the plug, Rose immediately became extremely deferential and submissive, not to mention dripping wet, but so far, she’d only worn it privately. Tonight, she would go out in public with her anus full. Every move she made would remind her that her body was his.

Nathan had felt himself grow hard at the sound of her sweet voice and the sight of her smouldering, green eyes. Now, watching her wiggle on her chair and delicately sip the local wine he had ordered for her, he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t burst free from his jeans right there in the middle of the restaurant.

“Enjoying your dinner?” he asked.

“Yes, thank you. I am, Sir.”

The tip of her pink tongue darted out to lick a drop of Reisling from her lip. He wanted nothing more at that moment than to be that droplet of wine, to have her tongue catch him and bring him into her warm, sweet mouth.

“Comfortable?” he persisted.

“No, Sir,” she admitted, with a saucy grin. “I’m laced so tightly I can barely breathe, I feel like this plug is splitting me in two and I’m concerned that when you allow me to stand I will have an embarrassing wet spot on the back of this lovely dress from where my pussy juices have coated the chair.”

Nathan’s mouth dropped open. When had his shy little woman turned into a wanton sex kitten?

“What’s wrong?” she questioned. “Am I not required to answer you with total and complete honesty, Sir?” She blinked at him innocently before dipping her finger into the whipped cream topping her apple pie. She brought it up to her mouth and sucked the sweet treat.

Nathan’s mouth went dry then he laughed, causing several other patrons to turn and stare at them.

“You little witch,” he said. “I was going to take you to the bar and have you sit on the stool while I sipped a whisky, but I think it’s time I pay this bill and get you back to the cabin.”

Rose grinned, obviously pleased with his decision.

“Go wait for me in the lobby,” he instructed.

Her eyes widened. That ought to teach her the dangers of teasing him. She hesitated only a moment but then stood and regally strolled to the lobby. He watched her bottom sway and, sure enough, spotted the evidence of her excitement right in the centre of her lovely ass. Forcing himself to take his time, he summoned the waitress and paid the bill, leaving the hard-working woman a hefty tip.

When Nathan finally made it out to the lobby, he saw Rose had taken a position with her back to a wall. Chuckling to himself, he stood on the opposite side of the lobby and held out his hand. His heart practically melted when she smiled at him and walked proudly towards him. She had never looked more beautiful. Confident, sensuous, delectable. He placed a hand at the small of her back, feeling the corset’s lacing beneath the thin dress, and guided her outside. They walked the short distance to their cabin in silence.

When they reached the door, he turned her towards him. He grasped her head, tangled his fingers in her hair. Unable to stop himself, he kissed her. She opened her lips to welcome his tongue, leaned against him and made a soft, throaty sound. The world seemed to stop. He soared, bringing her along with him, to a place where all noise, all distractions, all worries evaporated. All that existed was Rose. Her sweet taste intoxicated him. He needed no wine or whisky to make his head spin. Her spicy scent and soft skin were enough.