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“We didn’t ‘cast you off’ as you say,” Mark objected. “We were through. Finished. It wasn’t supposed to be forever.”

The woman looked down at Lisa. “I assume this is the one you chose over me?” Lisa looked at Mark, who was closest to her. “Can you please tell me what the hell is going on?”

“I will.” Jake stepped far enough away to be out of Mark’s aura. “When
Interlude
first opened, Mark and Rusty hooked up. Then she came in on a non-rainy day like you did, and she met me. The three of us plotted the weather and had some great sex together.” He smirked. “And with others. Rusty chose to try and make more out of it.”

“And now the brothers are sharing you,” Rusty spat at her. “Who are you, anyway? A little piece of nothing.”

Lisa was astonished by the whole thing, but anger rose within her.

“Listen, whoever-you-are,” she said, rising to her still unsteady feet. “I get the idea you aren’t wanted here, and I’m far more than nothing.” GAME ON

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“Really.” Rusty let her eyes travel the length of Lisa’s body and back up again. “Don’t bark at me. I can kick your ass before you even know it’s happening.” She looked at Mark.

“Right?”

For a moment, no one said a word. Then, to Lisa’s stunned amazement, everyone burst out laughing. No longer were the players trying to make themselves invisible. Instead, they all looked as if they were enjoying a shared comic secret. Lisa turned to Mark and Jake, her anger now focused on them.

“What is this, a joke at my expense?” Anger rose up within her, and she glared at both Mark and Jake. “If so, you can just get your funky driver to take me home.” Mark stepped close to her, the rain a sparkling background behind him. “Not at all.

Rusty just has to stage her bad-girl scenes. She picked on you because everyone else has seen her act.”

“Act?”

“Of course.” Rusty grinned at her. “If I’m not bad, how will I get someone to spank me?”

Lisa rose and put her hands on her hips. She cast a heated glance around the circle, letting her anger wash over everyone then looked back at the two brothers.

What the hell is this? Who is this woman? And why have Mark and been Jake keeping such a
secret? Did they want to humiliate me in some way?
Her rage continued to build.

“I want to leave. Now.”

Mark reached out and pulled her stiff body against him, the rain forming a curtain around them. One hand threaded through her hair, the other pressed against the small of her back.

“Before you see Rusty get spanked?” His tongue licked the outline of her lips. “You might even want to try it out yourself.”

His tongue continued its foray around her mouth, and the fingers of the other hand drifted to the cleft of her buttocks. Despite the rage that had at first consumed her, Lisa’s knees wobbled and her pussy quivered as if tiny fingers used it as their playground. She was only peripherally aware that everyone watched the two of them. Including the damn redhead, Rusty.

“Come on, Lisa. We could explore a whole new experience here.” GAME ON

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Even in the private room at
Interlude,
they had only marginally tested the BDSM waters.

She’d watched others participating in it and waited to see if either Mark or Jake would approach her about it. She could stamp off in a snit today or stay and…

She didn’t hear Patty come up beside her until the woman’s soft voice broke into her consciousness.

“Please forgive us, Lisa,” she cajoled. “We really want you to stay. We’re used to Rusty and forget how she can affect others.” She cleared her throat. “I can tell you that both Mark and Jake have spoken of you with great respect and desire and would be devastated if you left now.”

At that moment, one of Mark’s fingers pressed the now softened ring of her anus, and Lisa simply melted.

“All right.” She lifted her eyes to Mark’s. “But no more tricks.”

“Only the ones you ask for,” he grinned.

He sat down again, taking her with him and arranging her once more between his legs.

Patty went to take her place again, and Lisa shifted her attention to the centre of the circle.

Rusty, with her air of arrogance, had taken up a position in the cut-out in the middle of the board. Green eyes flashing, she looked around at everyone then held out her hand.

The thin man who had arrived with her was no longer in a pleading posture and, at some point, had returned to the car. He now handed her what Lisa realised was a flogger.

She had seen several at
Interlude’s
private room. This one had a handle of caramel-coloured, braided leather, with several strips of what appeared to be purple suede dangling from it.

“Who will pick the card to punish me?” she challenged, her glance sweeping the players.

“I will.” Brad leapt to his feet, erect penis bobbing. “I’m the only one who’s never gotten to pick that card. And I’m not rolling the dice to do it.” He looked at Jake for confirmation, and Jake nodded his head once.

Brad strode to the pile of cards, reaching into the middle of the pile and pulling out a card as purple as the flogger.

“Rusty’s card,” he read. “Pick a third partner. Command Rusty to her knees and bind her hands behind her. Provide a chair for her to rest her head upon.” He turned the card GAME ON

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over. “One of you will flog her ass until it turns bright red while the other plays with her clit.

Command her
not
to come or she will be more severely punished.” Lisa saw a flush of desire race of the redhead’s body.

“These cards have all been used a lot, haven’t they?” she asked, turning her head to look at Mark. “Everyone seems to know their part.” He nodded. “And you will, too, before the next gathering.” The
next
gathering? She hoped she made it through this one.

“But—”

“Just watch,” he urged.

When Lisa turned her attention back to the activity, Jim had brought a chair from somewhere and placed Rusty’s head on it while he cuffed her hands behind her back. He and Brad engaged in a brief conversation, then Jim lay down full length between Rusty’s legs, separated her thighs to give himself better access to her and reached up both hands to expose her clit and begin stimulating it.

“Now, Rusty,” Brad said, as he lifted his arm and brought the flogger down on her buttocks.

Faint stripes of pink appeared on the delicate flesh. Rusty moaned faintly and wriggled her tempting ass. Brad flogged her again, creating another set of stripes then watching while Jim worked on Rusty’s clit. Two more passes with the flogger, and she was moaning louder, her ass now a blushing deep pink. She tried to press herself against Jim’s fingers, but as soon as she pushed downward, he pulled away his hands, chuckling.

“Naughty, naughty,” he chided. “Brad, I don’t think you’re putting enough muscle into it. She seems to have forgotten the instructions.”

“No problem,” Brad told him, raising his hand once more.

Again and again, he brought the flogger down, the purple strips kissing the flesh now turning it more red than pink. Rusty continued to make noises deep in her throat and try to urge Jim to work harder on her clit. Her head was turned in Lisa’s direction, and the pleasure was evident on her face.

“
Yes
,” she cried, shaking her buttocks again. “More, more, more.”

“I think she’s on the edge,” Jim called from beneath Rusty’s body.”

“Then stop,” Brad told him. “Get the bracing bar.” GAME ON

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Jim moved lithely to his feet, stepped to an area outside the circle behind a tree then returned with a length of metal bar sporting cuffs at either end. Lisa watched, fascinated, as Jim knelt between Rusty’s legs, pushing them as far apart as he could and locking the manacles around each ankle. The woman was now effectively unable to squeeze her thighs together, and in her position, her entire cunt was exposed.

Those on the far side of the circle moved so everyone had an unobstructed view of what was to come next.

“All right, Rusty,” Brad said. “We’ll let the flogger do its work. You may come at any time.”

Again and again, the purple strips snapped against the reddened skin, each hard caress bringing another guttural sound from the redhead. Everyone could see when her body began to tremble with the onset of her climax. Her thighs quivered with the effort to press together, and her cuffed hands clenched into fists. Jim stood beside her and, as the orgasm reach full force, spread the lips of her pussy so everyone could see the spasms racing through the drench, clutching flesh.

As the liquid of her arousal poured from her, he moved one hand, wetting a finger and pressing it against her anus. The moment the finger intruded into the dark tissues of her rectum, Rusty let out a full-throated scream and another orgasm roared through her.

Lisa had never seen anyone flogged to climax before. What she had seen in the private room had been only bits and pieces. She had always been so totally involved in what she was doing with Mark or Jake and others.

“Some of the players here are completely into the BDSM lifestyle,” he explained. “You can identify the women by the collars they wear. Some are thin chains, some heavier jewellery around their necks. One of them wears a thin leather strip.”

“What does that mean?” she wanted to know.

“It means they are in an exclusive Dominant/submissive relationship. The collar signifies they are taken, so to speak.” He pointed to a couple across from them. “They’ve been together for five years and are very happy. She’s a well-known accountant who commands a lot of respect, but she’s a submissive at heart and needs a man who understands that as well as how to dominate her.”

“And what about Rusty?” she asked him.

GAME ON

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“Rusty takes what she wants from it,” he said, “just like most of us. We like riding the edge of pleasure/pain along with our other sexual activities. That’s what we’ll do here today.

Ride that sexual high.”

Lisa was sure she could never be a relationship like the one Mark talked about. She wouldn’t make a good submissive on a regular basis, of that she was sure.

She hesitated before asking her next question. “Are you or Jake in a relationship like that?”

“No.” He licked the column of her neck again. “We’re like Rusty. We take what we want from it to enhance sexual play.”

For some reason, a feeling of relief flooded her. Not that she ever expected either of the brothers to establish anything permanent with her. Still, she was glad to know that they wouldn’t expect complete submission from her except in playtime.

“Pay attention to the show,” he said. “You’ll miss all the good parts.” As she watched Rusty, she felt tiny spasms grip her own body, and her hand stole to her pussy.

“Don’t come,” Mark said as he watched her stroke her clit. “I order you not to come.”

“Order me?” She gritted her teeth.

“Yes. That’s part of BDSM activities. You cannot come until your Master allows it.” He nibbled the top of her shoulder. “And for today I am your Master. Or Jake. So do
not
come until I give you permission.”

“Oh, god,” she moaned. “I want to. I need to.”

“I knew you’d like this. Would you like to take the next turn?”

“I-I don’t know.” She wet her lips. “Won’t the others get upset if I take too many turns?”

“A guest always gets preference on the first visit,” Mark assured her.

“Then yes,” she told him. “I-I’d like to try something new.” GAME ON

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Rusty was on her hands and knees in front of Andie who was applying a soothing salve to her buttocks and thighs when Mark rose from his sitting position and faced everyone.

“I think you’ll all agree our guest should take the next turn,” he began.

“She liked that as much as the rest of us,” someone laughed. “Good for her.”

“She’ll roll for the particular activity.” He reached his hand down to help Lisa up and handed her the dice. “Whatever you roll is the number card you’ll pick.” With only mild trepidation, she shook the dice and tossed them to the board.

“Seventeen,” she announced.

Jake found the card with the number seventeen on it and plucked it from the pile, grinning as he scanned the words on it. Lisa reached for Mark’s hand, wondering what was coming next.

“Poles, bars and gags,” Jake read, his grin widening. “All right, folks. Let’s get busy.” Lisa still clung to Mark as Jake and two other men she recognised as Jim and Keith picked up the big board and moved it outside the circle. Her eyes followed them as they made their way to a couple of very large trunks hidden behind two very thick oaks. This was apparently where the bracing bar had come from and where the new equipment they were bringing out had been stored. Jim and Keith pressed two tall metal poles into receptacles already sunk in the ground and locked them into place. Jake fetched another metal pole about as long as the bracer with a cluster of feathers on one end.

“Come with me,” Mark said, picking up her tote. He led her to the centre of the group where the two poles stuck out of the ground. “Trust me,” he told her. “I haven’t let you down yet, have I?”

She shook her head wordlessly.

“Okay, then.”

He motioned to Jake, and the brothers locked her wrists into manacles attached to the poles so her arms were stretched wide, and did the same with her ankles. Then Jake pulled something from his pocket, and she frowned as he approached her.

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“What’s that?” she asked.

“A ball gag,” he explained. “It will keep you from biting you tongue when you climax and also prevent you from screaming too loud.”

“You mean louder than I usually do?” She gave him a tremulous smile.

“Absolutely.” He leant in and gave her a hot, predatory kiss, his tongue probing the recesses of her mouth, his fingers pinching her clamped nipples lightly.

“Open your mouth, sweetheart,” Jake said, caressing the side of her cheek with the fingers of one hand. When she did, he slid the ball in slowly, adjusting its position, then fastened the straps across her cheeks to the back of her head.