The McGilley Trilogy (17 page)

Part Two

Colin & Olivia

Chapter Ten

Colin watched Brett leave with Kayla, pleased that his brother had finally come to his senses and was going to give a relationship with her a try, despite the pang of envy the sight of them together caused. Years ago, when Colin had found his interest in sexual domination, he had a full time sub and had enjoyed that commitment, liked having someone to come home to, someone who not only shared his need for domination by being submissive, but who shared all aspects of his life. That relationship eventually fizzled out, both of them admitting they were too young and too new to the dom/sub lifestyle to want to settle down yet. Glancing around the club, thinking of the playrooms he and Brett and Donovan had designed together to meet and cater to each of their preferences, he was pleased with the results, the friendships he had cultivated over the past few years since its completion. The three of them never named the second floor of the club; it was simply a private oasis for them to indulge themselves with a few like-minded friends.

Taking another slow look around, he smiled when he saw Becky dressed in her school girl uniform of short plaid skirt that showed the under curve of her enticing ass whenever she barely bent over, plain white blouse that did nothing to hide her braless breasts and her knee high white socks that clung to her shapely calves. Catching his smile, she sauntered over with a knowing grin, her dark hair pulled up into pigtails that bounced against her chin with each step she took. He had been trying to decide who he wanted to play with tonight when it looked like she was going to help make the decision for him.

“Hey, Master Colin.” Sticking a lollipop in her mouth, she looked up at him with eyes full of mischief and lust. “Want to lick my…lollipop?”

Snaking a hand behind her neck, Colin drew her up against his hard body, letting her feel his rigid cock as he replied, “You’re being very naughty, Becky. I think I’d prefer giving you a session with my flogger than having you lick my lollipop.” Releasing her, he held out his hand, silently waiting for her decision.

With nothing more than a smile of anticipation, she took his hand and his offer and followed him meekly to the playroom Colin had designed and set up to indulge his need for domination and bondage. Entering the last room down the hall, he pulled Becky over to one of the spanking benches, his eyes noting the other two couples who were long-time friends and members and were the only ones in this room so far.

“Bend over, sub. You only have a small audience tonight,” he said as he secured her wrists in padded cuffs attached to the lower front legs of the bench then raised her hips until they were slightly higher than her shoulders. Flipping up her skirt, he bared her ass and smiled at the telltale sign of her arousal. “But I see that doesn’t bother you,” he said as he ran a single finger up her damp slit, entering her just enough to graze her clit teasingly.

“Master Colin, please,” Becky whimpered as she wiggled her hips.

Colin slapped her ass, hard, and admonished, “None of that, pet,” before pulling a strap over the top of her hips to hold her still. “Much better.” Since he was in a relatively good mood, he wouldn’t deny her an orgasm for speaking out of turn, he thought as he smacked her buttocks again before retrieving his flogger off the wall where several implements used for punishments, and for fun, hung.

Colin ran his palm over the warm red marks his hand had left before snapping the multi strand flogger across both cheeks. He loved the pink stripes the leather left as much as the clenching of her buttocks and the gasp from her mouth. A few more swats before he took a moment to feel his handiwork then he resumed his strikes on her tender skin, her soft moans and the increasing dampness coating her swollen labia signs of her pleasure and arousal.

Just as he paused again to run one palm over her abused flesh while he released his cock with his other hand, his phone vibrated against his hip, drawing his attention away from the sight and feel of her pink, warm ass and the lure of sinking between those puffy, wet folds that had his cock demanding attention. Checking the display, he saw it was Mitch calling, probably with a problem from downstairs, and knew he couldn’t ignore it. “Mitch,” he answered tersely. “What’s up?”

“Sorry, Colin, but there’s someone down here wanting to know if she’s welcome to come upstairs. I thought I better check with you first before giving her the go ahead.”

Colin frowned, saying, “You know all the members so what’s the problem?”

“It’s Olivia.”

With the effectiveness of a dip in their lake in the middle of winter, Colin felt his good mood dwindle and the pervading numbness that he used as a shield against his emotions take over. The last time Olivia Hammond had been to Casey’s or up here had been with her husband and master, Doug, Colin’s best friend and partner at the Sheriff’s department, before he had been invited back to their place to celebrate her twenty-seventh birthday with a threesome, before Colin had been responsible for Doug’s death the following day. In the past three years, Olivia had stayed away from the club, hadn’t, as far as he knew, even dated let alone sought out another master to see to her submissive needs.

“Master Colin?”

Becky’s voice drew his attention as well as the aching need in her tone. Swearing, wondering what had brought Olivia out tonight and how he was going to handle seeing her here again, Colin told Mitch, “I’ll be right down.” Turning to Becky, he slipped his hand between her legs, delving between her folds and quickly brought her to climax. Within seconds, the silken walls of her vagina were closing around his fingers, her clit was pulsing against his thumb and her cries of release were echoing in the room, but it was the memory of Olivia’s tight sheath that he was thinking about, the feel of her hot walls clasping his dick and her voice peeling out with pleasure as he held her slim body against his while Doug pummeled her ass from behind. It had been at that moment, when he was climaxing with her, that he had finally acknowledged to himself that he was in love with his best friend’s wife.

Releasing Becky, he said, “Sorry, pet, but I have to see to something downstairs.” Without any other explanation, he headed down to find out what the woman who meant everything to him, and who he could never have, wanted with him now. At Doug’s funeral, he had made her promise to call him if she ever needed anything and over the past three years, she had occasionally enlisted his help for problems around the house, once or twice to give her a lift when her car was acting up, or, at first, for simply a shoulder to cry on. Her request tonight to come upstairs for the first time since she was widowed had him worried she was going to finally ask of him the one thing he had been dreading, the one thing he wanted more than anything but had no right to ask of her, the one and only thing he would ever deny her. To be her master.

Stepping inside the elevator that would take him downstairs, he reluctantly recalled the last time Olivia had been here, the night of her twenty-seventh birthday. She had already stripped out of whatever she had worn to the club and was strapped on the St. Andrew’s cross, her slim body bared for all to see as Doug lightly snapped a flogger on her pale skin. Her small breasts were pink striped from the lashes, her pert nipples stiff and pointed as Doug slowly moved from tormenting them to stroke her waist. Colin had watched from the doorway, afraid Doug or Olivia would see his arousal in more than his hard cock pressing against his leathers.

Light pink stripes blossomed across her soft stomach as small whimpers of pleasure escaped her tightly compressed lips. When Doug moved further south, snapping the thin leather strands on her thighs, her hips thrust forward, a silent, unconscious plea to feel the sting of pleasure on the bare flesh of her labia. Colin nearly came in his pants when Doug gave her what she wanted, snapping the flogger right on the soft, tender flesh of her pussy and watching her throw her head back on a scream of erupting pleasure. Doug covered her pussy with his large hand, thrusting several fingers into her as she jerked against his palm, her eyes glazed with pleasure, lust and love as she looked at her master and husband.

Watching Doug release her from her restraints and tenderly enfold her in his arms, it took every ounce of Colin’s considerable willpower not to turn around and leave right then and there. He had no problem keeping his attraction under wraps when he was with Doug either out on patrol at work or whenever they were together without Olivia. It had become increasingly difficult for him to maintain his distance, however, when they were here at the club, when he had to watch Doug bring her to climax over and over using all the methods he himself enjoyed using on women. There was just something awesome, something special about watching a woman you cared about fall apart under the stroke of a flogger or paddle, watch her eyes glaze with frustrated passion and need as you drove her right to the brink of release over and over, withholding that final stroke or touch that would send her over the edge until neither one of you could stand the torment a moment longer. Just like Doug had done with his wife.

Forcing himself under control, Colin had watched Doug approach him with a smile, his arm draped around Olivia’s bare shoulders. “What took you so long?” he had asked when they stopped before him.

“Sorry, got tied up downstairs,” Colin had lied without compunction. In truth, he had put off coming upstairs that night because of Doug’s hint that he had a proposition for him, a proposition that involved giving Olivia something special for her birthday. Fearing the request, mainly because he knew he wouldn’t turn it down just as he knew being invited to join the two of them in sex could only end with him wanting his best friend’s wife even more, he had delayed coming upstairs for as long as possible.

Doug reached over and cupped Olivia’s breast, his thumb rubbing over the still distended nipple as he casually asked, “You know it is Olivia’s birthday, right?”

Colin had simply nodded, his mouth practically watering as he imagined sucking that small rosy bud into his mouth. Lifting his eyes from her breast, he said simply, “Happy birthday, Livie.”

“Thank you, Master Colin.”

Her amber eyes had been warm on his, her face flushed from her recent orgasm and the blatant way Doug was continuing to keep her arousal going.

“Come home with us,” Doug invited. “We’ll give Olivia a private birthday party she won’t forget.”

Watching the visible shudder that went through Olivia’s slender frame, the way her nipples tightened even further and the light sheen of moisture along her slit had been all it took for Colin to agree. As he now stepped out of the elevator and opened the door to Casey’s, his eyes spotting Olivia’s bright hair immediately, he recalled the regret his momentary lapse of weakness had caused him and wondered how he was going to keep from adding to it.

Chapter Eleven

Olivia sipped her wine and prayed for courage as she waited for Colin. Since her husband’s death, Colin had been the rock she clung to, the anchor that had kept her from drowning in the storm of grief that his passing had left her in. She not only missed the man her husband was, but the benefits of living as his sub full time. What she wouldn’t give to be able to return home from the stress of her job as a physician’s assistant at Lexington’s Children’s Hospital with nothing to worry about except pleasing the man and the dom that she loved again, to feel and lose herself in the pleasure of an orgasm brought about by the kiss of a flogger or the thrust of a hard cock. For the past three years she had suppressed her physical needs, thought she had buried her desire along with her husband, but lately she had felt those stirrings start to reawaken, and never more so than when she had been with Colin.

From the first time that Doug had introduced her to his friend and partner with the Sheriff’s office, she had felt a connection and an attraction that was similar to but significantly less than what she felt for her husband. She put part of it down to simple appreciation any woman would feel for such an attractive man. That combination of coal black hair and moss green eyes set against a swarthy, dark complexion was hard to resist, especially when coupled with a tall, lean but muscled body and a dominant streak that had her panties in a damp wad whenever he was near.

It was because of that attraction that she had agreed to the ménage Doug had suggested as a birthday gift to her and the guilt over how much she had enjoyed including Colin that night that had added to her grief when Doug had been killed the very next day by an illegal who he had pulled over for speeding. That was the last time she had had sex with her husband, the last time she had had sex period, and it was that memory and her own self-imposed celibacy since as well as a need she could no longer deny that had driven her here tonight.

Three years earlier

Olivia wore nothing but her collar when Doug opened the door to admit Colin after he had followed them home from the club. She was still reeling from the impact that seeing him watching her from across the room had had on her climax, something that had never happened before when Doug had played with her at the club. Even though Colin had been their guest numerous times over the past year and he had seen her naked both here and at the private second floor club that Doug and her were members of, tonight he was coming to their home for more than dinner and a game of football which made her feel even more exposed and which she had attributed to her unusual response at the club earlier.

When Doug had first asked her if she’d like to experience the pleasure two men could give her for a birthday present, she had been hurt that he wanted to share her. But, as always, her loving dom took the time to explain to her that seeing to her needs and pleasure was his number one priority, and that, just because he was willing to let another man touch and fuck her with him didn’t mean he loved her any less or that he wouldn’t be jealous if she were to want another man without him. His assurances had gone a long way to alleviate her concerns and she had agreed and looked forward to tonight with an anticipation that would later haunt her.