LOGINThey alighted at the Shangri-La as the darkness descended upon the magnificent grounds of Lucien Delano’s luxury playground for the mighty and the rich. For Bianca, it felt as though they had stepped into a carefully choreographed celebration which was at once elegant, warm, and just a little bit magical.The reception was being held on an open-air terrace, set amid the sprawling lawns of Shangri-La, far enough away not to disturb the nocturnal activities of guests in the unique villas, mini-palaces, exotic tents and chalets spread over the spacious lawns, yet close enough to the main building.The wide terrace seemed to glow under a canopy of fairy lights, with the night sky and landscaped gardens creating a natural backdrop.Looking around in awe, Bianca hung on to the arms of both her Masters as they walked inside. Round tables filled the space, dressed in crisp white or ivory linens, each centred with an elaborate floral arrangement; roses in various shades, paired with scented ca
It was late the next day that Bianca got to hear about how Rudy had entered the scene and swung the responses in Siobahn’s favour by pulling in a few quiet favours. And of course, with the help of his family, solidly behind him. The Delanos, apparently, had gone all out to create an image of Siobahn as the victim of a vicious campaign. Needless to say, the woman who had begun the campaign had slunk away.Lana Hutton was now a thing of the past, as O’Grady remarked gleefully.When Bianca confronted her Masters, pointing out how Rudy had stepped up for Siobhan, they merely smiled indulgently and looked at each other. As if to say, she thought crossly, that Rudolph Delano was cut from some other kind of cloth and would not be falling under the spell of any woman in a long time.“He’s a little wild, is our Rudy,” smirked Liam O’ Grady,” Needs to have more than one pussy…uh, I mean, more than one woman ... to satisfy him. Am I right or am I right, Saint?”He nodded, and his brother looked
The 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
Bianca had been unable to sleep. Tossing and turning, she had finally given up the ghost of trying and padded to her son’s room, next door. Baby Cian lay on his stomach, his small, rounded rump in the air.Bainca sighed and stood by the little cot, her eyes misting over.Like a beached whale, she t
It was Roxanne and Serena who finally made Bianca change her mind. The two young women had turned up at Bianca’s apartment to take her along with them as they picked out the wedding dresses for themselves.Bianca was holding her son on her hip, chucking his plump chins as her friends entered.Roxan
Bianca stirred. She had fallen asleep on the large bed, the one on which she and her had Masters slept and made love, countless times…With a groan, she rose to her feet and swung her legs onto the ground, shivering. It was cold and although the central heating in the apartment ensured that they re
Aaron Wythe had engineered the e attack on the unsuspecting Amish. The woman who lay in a pool of blood had been photographed by his men, who had left the way they had come, unobserved, unseen.Heather was beside herself with shock when the family returned, for Ruth had been polite and detached, bu

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