Discovering Pleasure (12 page)

“Agreed, Sir. I knowingly broke a rule to which I had agreed. I ask you, humbly, to teach me,” she whispered.

Vincent smiled, kissed her and sat on the couch. He pulled her across his lap. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Rose remembered Joe saying that over-the-knee spankings were a penchant of his. With one hand firmly between her shoulder blades, Vincent held her in place.

“I know Nathan likes to give you a number so you know what to expect, but I prefer the unexpected. Therefore, I could spank you five times or fifty. I won’t stop until I’m ready or until you use your safe word. Do not hesitate to use that word if you feel you need to. You will not disappoint me by knowing your limits. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir. I understand,” Rose answered. “And thank you.”

Vincent chuckled. He brought his hand down on her ass with surprising force. Rose yelped and squeezed her eyes shut. He rained swats on her bottom so fast that she lost count and, despite her self-control, began to kick and squirm. Lifting her head, she saw Maverick reprimanding Joe in a similar fashion. Her friend’s ass was fiery red and already tears had formed in her eyes and small whimpers of pain sounded from her throat.

I guess if Joe can cry too, I won’t be humiliating myself if I do. Oh goddess, but Vincent has a strong hand.

“Need a break?” Vincent asked.

“Please, Sir. Yes,” she admitted. If he didn’t stop, she’d orgasm right there across his knees.

Vincent stopped his onslaught, but put his hand to other uses. He ran his finger up her slick slit.

“You’re quite wet,” he noted.

Without warning, he plunged several fingers deep inside her channel. He finger-fucked her until she bucked against him. All rational thought ceased. She could hear Joe’s cries of both pleasure and pain and assumed Maverick was doing diabolically wonderful things to her. She heard Nathan’s rhythmic grunting and knew that he was happily fucking Alicia. Rose lost herself in the sensuality of the moment.

“You ready to come?”

“Yes!”

“Too bad,” Vincent sympathised.

He pulled his fingers out as suddenly as he had inserted them and brought his hand down again on her hot ass. Rose squealed. She couldn’t stop the tears from flowing as the heat from Vincent’s relentless and wonderful hand radiated throughout her body. The pain no longer mattered, but she thought the frustration of denied release would drive her insane. Yes, her bottom burned and she knew she’d have trouble sitting for the rest of the day, but the fire building deep inside her quenched all pain. She trembled, lifting her bottom slightly to meet each thrust of his palm.

“That’s right, Rose. Accept. Enjoy. Embrace.”

Rose exploded. She screamed, ground her wet pussy against Vincent’s hard thigh and found pleasure in the pain of a well-deserved spanking. The heat of her skin melded with the inner heat of her soul as she trembled in the ecstasy of life. Before she finished shaking, Vincent stood her up, keeping a hand wrapped around her belly for support. She heard him rip open a foil packet and knew he was sliding a condom over his erection. She panted. Vincent had never fucked her but she couldn’t in all honesty deny that she hadn’t wanted him to. He was a powerhouse of sexual energy. Glancing to her right, she could see a very satisfied Nathan. Alicia was cradled on his lap, her head against his shoulder, but Nathan had eyes only for her.

“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

Ice Wine
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Grapes are allowed to remain on the vine until after first frost, thus concentrating their flavours and sugars. This incredibly sweet wine is best served very cold as an after-dinner drink or paired with chocolate desserts.

“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 midst 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.”