로그인The Masters were serious that night. After spending the evening playing with Meg and Cian, they had managed to get the children to bed after a long, fretful period of time and stiff resistance from Cian.Baby Meg wound her plump arms in the Irishman’s hair and blew raspberries at him, making his heart melt. He cuddled her, cradling her till she fell asleep. As for Cian, he was content to have his St Just on his knees on the floor, playing with the train set that Claude had gotten for him.“He’s too young for it,” Bianca had protested when she saw the large, intricate set, complete with a remote control and all the dream setting which made her Masters eyes gleam.But her son’s obvious delight in the set made her forget her misgivings. Cian, usually not given to displays of emotion, had hugged Claude’s thick legs and the Delano giant had whooped with laughter, grabbed him up and swung him in the air till Bianca began to fear for her son’s life. The sight of her Masters, huge strapping
Now Bianca settled into the back seat of the limousine, for that was also part of the service, as the Irishman explained, and they drove off. Bianca looked back over her shoulder and sighed dreamily.Staying at the Shangri La was certainly a one-off experience, she thought as she lounged in St Just’s apartment.*When they got back home, Roxanne was already there, beaming as she held Meg in her arms. Baby Meg was overjoyed to see her mother and squealed and shrieked, flailing her pudgy arms in joy. Cian burst into tears as he toddled across to his parents, trying to hold both St Just and the Irishman’s trousered legs at the same time.Looking over at her Masters fussing over the children, Bianca felt a deep sense of gratitude. She had been thrown into many bad situations in her life so far, but this was the best part of it. She had two men in her life who loved her deeply, and the children had two fathers; she knew, without a doubt, that the men would love the children equally.St Jus
Bianca loved these moments the most. After a riotous, punishing lovemaking, rough and painful, her Masters would smother her with love. Kiss her hurts. Apply lotion on her blistered and red welts with gentle soothing movements.Hold her in their arms, petting her like she was very fragile…Right now, she lay in St Just’s arms as he gently stroked her, for they had applied lotion, a cool soothing balm which had a heavenly fragrance, daubing it on her welts. Bianca sighed in pleasure, almost purring in contentment.“Love that perfume,” she murmured, glancing at the expensive-looking glass bottle of lotion which St had just discovered on the mantle, beside her whip and other assorted instruments of torture, discreetly hidden behind a miniature painting. Rising to his feet and striding over to the cupboard to fetch a towel, O’Grady declared grandiosly,“We’ll get it for you, Pet.” He lifted the bottle and whistled through his teeth as he contemplated the label and the price.When he tu
The Masters had had an idea.They lifted the Pet, and took her to the balcony.Daylight was streaming in through the canopy of trees surrounding them, for the Indian palace, as it was dubbed by the staff, was hidden behind a rich collection of foliage. Bianca had marvelled at the various species of flora and fauna around them. Now she gaped at the exotic trees surrounding them, the thick trunks of tropical trees like the jackfruit and coconut, the mango and other trees she had not really seen before in her life. And the ivy trailing the thick solid trucks, making it near impossible for any curious human eyes to see what was going on in the small palace.Suddenly, she became aware that her Masters were stripping and she was also naked. Bianca looked around herself, alarmed.They had been talking about how the Mafia Don enjoyed showing his control over his Woman by making fierce, rough love to her on the balcony of their penthouse suite here in Shangri La. Bianca’s Master's had describ
Later, she sighed and thought that it had been the most fulfilling night of her life.Her Masters did not push her; they took their time, making love to her, her pleasure being their motive, as the Irishman grunted once as he watched his sibling s*ck Bianca’s clit, his tongue slipping in and out of the Pet’s drenched core, leaving her helpless as she gripped St Just’s blonde hair and moaned feverishly, hips rocking in elation.The tawny-eyed man looked up at her, his face shining in delight as he grunted,“Ah, Irish, she’s sweet, is our Pet.”The Irishman shoved his brother away from between Bianca’s legs and, taking his place, immediately set to work on Bianca, leaving her thrumming in need, even as she exploded, again and again.The Pet whimpered, drained as she was, with the way her Masters were making her come, repeatedly.But she was powerless before them. And when they straddled her, one after the other, she was eager to pleasure them …It was only later that she realised that h
Later, Bianca wondered how she had eaten. She had no recollection, for her entire attention was on her Master, who made her feel like she was the most precious, the most exquisite being in the world.They fed her, although she blushed and demurred; they held her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist, and generally made her forget everything but the two men in front of her.At one point, St Just leaned to her and said, “Cherie, shall we leave? Have you had enough? ”She looked at him, grateful for his understanding as the Irishman rose and helped her out of her chair.“I can manage …” she began, but the Irishman silenced her with a gentle, reproving look.“Lassie,” he said, and she melted at the love on his face, his voice soft with adoration. Then, they led her away, out of the large dining hall, uncaring as people stopped to watch their progress.Bianca walked slowly with her Masters on either side of her, their arms around her, as they escorted her to the escalator.“We’ve booked
St Just sat by Bianca’s bedside, holding her hand, stroking it tenderly. Her face was purple where she had been hit by the men who had been trying to kidnap her. A black eye and a large bruise on her forehead added to the damage.But she opened her battered eye and peered at him.“Saint…” she swall
Bianca settled into a new routine. Every morning, she spent time at home, sometimes working on St Just’s accounts and those of the Casino from her little room, that had been converted into an office for her.Baby Cian, of course, dominated her day, and she worked between breaks, her major time spen
Bianca yawned and stretched in relief. She had completed her final assignment for the course she had been working on.She shut the door behind her as she stepped into the large apartment. Catching sight of her reflection in the mirror in the hallway, she twirled in abandon.Bianca was a brown-eyed,
Liam O’Grady realised he had been foolish.He had stormed out without waiting to get his bodyguards to accompany him.And now, from the looks of the men bearing down on him, they meant business. he sighed and turned back to his drink, taking a large swig.Pulling a face, he turned to look at the me







