Brad swallowed the relief he felt. She hadn't kissed him. The movement when she turned her head was so smooth it hardly seemed deliberate. But it was. He knew Zoe like a book by now. And something he didn't even realize was knotted deep inside him loosened. Whatever Zoe had been looking for with tonight was changed because of their relationship. Their love. So he'd finish this fantasy for her. Make it good. Then it would be over and tomorrow they'd be married.Checking to make sure he'd spread sufficient lube inside her ass, he spread the cheeks wide, positioned the head of his cock at her hole and pressed steadily inside.Jesus, she was tight. He felt Clay's cock through the thin membrane compressing an already taut passage. Shit, he had to admit the sensation of feeling another man's cock next to his inside Zoe's body was an incredible turn-on. Lust jolted him, icy heat gripping his balls and streaking along his spine. "Hang on, sugar," he panted. "Get ready for the ride."As if
"Ohmigod, what time is it?"Zoe sat up sharply, her elbow digging into Brad. "Hey, ouch!""Oh, sorry." She looked at the bedside clock, the numbers read five o'clock. d five o'clock. "Shit. Brad? I've got to get back to my room and hope that no one came looking for me last night.""I'm sure they'd figure out where you were," he sniggered."No, no, no. You don't understand, My mother will have a fit we saw each other the night before the wedding.""Zoe." He reached for her. "I have a feeling Raine was plenty busy herself last night."She stopped in the process of raking back the covers. "You think so? You think she and Scott finally got together?""I'd say from the heat they were generating around each other it's a damn good bet.""I still have to go." She leaned over and kissed him, then rolled out of bed. "Don't get up. If I see your naked body I might not be able to leave.""In that case..."He made a move to rise."Uh uh." She pushed him back and gave him a light kiss. "I
Part One: I Dare YouShannon Gregory tossed her keys and her purse on the hall table kicked off her very uncomfortable shoes and wondered if her week could possibly get any crappier. The new junior partner at her law firm was turning out to be the bitch of the world, starting the week by copping a case Shannon has been babysitting for weeks. Then her secretary had quit without notice, and thank you so much for that touch of professionalism. Tonight she'd come out of the office to find a flat tire on her car and roadside service backed up the wazoo.But now, well after eight o'clock, the final blow landed. She'd come home to find a note from Mike taped to the door: "Took my stuff, key in usual place."Ah, yes, Mr. Macho Michael Houston, who had simply walked out of her life rather than discuss what was really wrong between them. It wouldn't have taken much time, either. She could sum it all up in one short word-sex! Or lack of it.You'd think people who'd been together for six mon
The tenor of the exchange changed so subtly she almost didn't notice. Then one day she realized everything he said was a command, and given in a way he knew she would obey. It frightened her, aware that everything about her was changing, and in a panic she'd shut down the computer and not even gone near it for almost a week. But the restless need that plagued her overrode any other feelings. Finally she gave in and logged back on. All his messages were there waiting for her. They all said the same thing-"Where are you? Why have you run away?"When she didn't answer he wrote, "Don't be frightened. I would never hurt you. Ever. That's not what I'm about."Just like that she was back into the role.They'd been emailing back and forth again for two weeks now. Their conversation continued to grow bolder, his commands more graphic. They made her squirm in the beginning but she soon found the whole thing was an incredible turn-on. The first time she actually fucked herself with her fingers
Shannon barely made it through the next day at work. Her mind was constantly dwelling on the web sites she'd seen the night before, and Cock Robin's last message to her. She was so distracted her secretary had to remind her three times she was late for a meeting. Finally, finally, she was out of the building and racing home, anxious to get to her computer.She took time for a brief shower, sprayed herself with the scent she favored and wrapped a bath towel around herself. Tonight she wouldn't have any clothes to remove because she wouldn't be wearing any. Opening a new bottle of wine, she carried it along with a glass to her computer desk, logged into her special email box...and there he was!"Hi, Misty. Been waiting for you."She poured the wine into the glass and took a healthy swallow before typing back "I'm here.""Are you naked?"For a moment she was tempted to lie, but she knew, even across cyberspace, he'd catch her out."I showered. I'm wearing a towel.""If I were there
Her watch showed one minute shy of seven when Shannon walked into the Hot Java. It was crowded, as she expected it to be on a Saturday night. The first stop off for people on the hunt before they hit the bars. She took a sip at the end of the bar, prepared to order a coffee until she cold figure how who to ask about her packageShe'd taken great pains to prepare for the evening, shaving every bit of excess hair from her body, soaking in the tub for hours, then massaging her special lavender cream into every inch of skin. Even her insides were squeaky clean. And she'd taken great pains with her makeup-not too much, not too little.She was indulging in one of her favorite pastimes, imagining what Cock Robin looked like, when the perky server behind the counter approached her."Are you Misty?" she asked.Shannon nodded. "Why? Do I look like a Misty?"The girl laughed. "No, but you look the only person in here about to jump out of her skin. You came for this, right?" She reached under
Michael just stood in the doorway, with his lopsided smile that still made her heart race. But what was he doing here? How had all this happened?"Misty, I presume?" His grin widened and his hand reached out to clasp gently over her elbow, tugging her inside. "Come on in, sugar. Have you enjoyed your little treasure hunt?"Shannon wobbled into the cabin on legs that could have been made of rubber. She'd been prepared for a stranger yet here was Michael! The man who had simply walked out of her life."I-I don't understand.""You will. Come sit down."Still trying to steady herself and absorb the shock of what was happening, she pulled her cell phone from her pocket, said, "It's okay. You're done for the night," and disconnected, Marti who had cursed Michael until a fly wouldn't light on him, would be furious, but there was no physical threat from Michael, her life was not in danger and Marti didn't need to come to this party.Michael raised his eyebrows. "You had Marti on an open
Michael let out a breath. "All right, then." Fingers pinched her swollen nipples before he bent to lick each one with his tongue. "Magnificent. I always loved your breasts, and dreamed of seeing them so swollen from clamps like these that they looked like over ripe berries." When he bit each one gently Shannon couldn't keep herself from crying out. "But there is pleasure in the pain, isn't there, sugar."His eyes when he looked at her were dark with passion."Well, Shannon? Answer me. Do you enjoy the pain? Does it give you a rush?"She nodded once. "Y-Yes, Master.""He took the wine glass from her and set it aside, held both of her hands and leaned closer. "Shannon, I want to be your master. I want you to feel comfortable with the things I want to do to you. With you. I want to teach you how great the pleasure in submission can be. The fact that you're here, that you've done everything I've told you to, makes me believe this will work. Am I right?""Yes." The word was barely a wh
"Ohmigod, what time is it?"Zoe sat up sharply, her elbow digging into Brad. "Hey, ouch!""Oh, sorry." She looked at the bedside clock, the numbers read five o'clock. d five o'clock. "Shit. Brad? I've got to get back to my room and hope that no one came looking for me last night.""I'm sure they'd figure out where you were," he sniggered."No, no, no. You don't understand, My mother will have a fit we saw each other the night before the wedding.""Zoe." He reached for her. "I have a feeling Raine was plenty busy herself last night."She stopped in the process of raking back the covers. "You think so? You think she and Scott finally got together?""I'd say from the heat they were generating around each other it's a damn good bet.""I still have to go." She leaned over and kissed him, then rolled out of bed. "Don't get up. If I see your naked body I might not be able to leave.""In that case..."He made a move to rise."Uh uh." She pushed him back and gave him a light kiss. "I
Brad swallowed the relief he felt. She hadn't kissed him. The movement when she turned her head was so smooth it hardly seemed deliberate. But it was. He knew Zoe like a book by now. And something he didn't even realize was knotted deep inside him loosened. Whatever Zoe had been looking for with tonight was changed because of their relationship. Their love. So he'd finish this fantasy for her. Make it good. Then it would be over and tomorrow they'd be married.Checking to make sure he'd spread sufficient lube inside her ass, he spread the cheeks wide, positioned the head of his cock at her hole and pressed steadily inside.Jesus, she was tight. He felt Clay's cock through the thin membrane compressing an already taut passage. Shit, he had to admit the sensation of feeling another man's cock next to his inside Zoe's body was an incredible turn-on. Lust jolted him, icy heat gripping his balls and streaking along his spine. "Hang on, sugar," he panted. "Get ready for the ride."As if
She felt Clay's hands leave her then the mattress dipped again as he moved. When she opened her eyes he was lying where she'd been earlier, his head on the pillow, stroking his cock."It needs your mouth, honey," he told her. "Come over here and suck me."Quivering with unrestrained lust, Zoe crawled around until she was kneeling between Clay's muscular thighs. She looked back at Brad, saw him nod and brushed Clay's hand away, replacing it with her own. When she closed her mouth over him the familiar taste flooded her senses. As if the action was automatic, she swirled her tongue around the thickness of his shaft, tracing the line of the vein wrapped around it. Her other hand lowered to cup his testicles, squeezing them gently, the moan she elicited from him vibrating through her."Up and down, sugar," Brad coached, moving in behind her, tossing aside the wet wipe he'd used on his hand.In a moment she felt his fingers probing at her pussy again, stroking, stroking, stroking. She s
The wine gave them all some breathing space, not just Zoe. Without saying it, everyone knew what was coming next. The main event. The high point in every ménage scene. She knew both men were going to fuck her and her spent body suddenly came to life as her brain fastened onto the thought. She could almost feel them both inside her, filling her, pumping into her, and she shivered with anticipation.She lounged back on the pillows, sipping at the wine, watching Clay and Brad through heavy-lidded eyes. Oh, yeah, they were both so definitely ready. She didn't think she'd ever seen Brad's penis so thick and swollen and there was nothing small abut it under normal circumstances. Of course, she could say the same about Clay.They were standing in a corner of the bedroom, speaking in low tones and Zoe wondered what they were discussing that they didn't want her to hear. Were they deciding who would do what in their ménage? Would they ask her if she had a preference? Did she? She took another
Clay moved onto the bed between her thighs, his hands moving slowly up from her ankles to the top of her thighs then spreading them wide. Her cunt glistened with moisture, beckoning to be tasted and touched."Wait. Zoe, raise your hips, sugar." Brad reached for the pillows on the other side of the bed and slid them beneath her, elevating her cunt. "Now I can get a better view."He was glad she'd gotten a fresh bikini wax. It left most of that delicious pussy bare to his sight, nothing hidden by a cluster of curls. He sucked in his breath when Zoe reached over and wrapped her fingers around his cock, sliding them gently up and down. "Easy there. I don't want this party to be over before it starts.""Come closer," she urged. "You're too far away."Brad bent slightly, bracing himself with one hand on the headboard. He was watching Zoe's sensuous lips as she opened them, her tongue reaching out to lap the head of his shaft. The contact was electric, his body jerking with the power of
Brad thought he should feel a lot more weird about the whole situation but the atmosphere was so erotic it erased any awkwardness. He moved one hand back to Zoe's breast, trapping the nipple between two fingers while with his other hand he probed her slick, hot pussy. Already he could feel the sensitive walls quivering and quaking, gripping his fingers each time he thrust them inside her. When he looked over her head at Clay he saw the same flare of lust in the man's eyes he knew must be blazing in his own. Who would have thought he'd fall into this so easily.He loved Zoe more than his next breath. Loved looking at her nicely rounded five foot four body, her heart-shaped face with its clear hazel eyes, all framed by a thick mass of rich auburn hair. And he was extremely possessive where she was concerned. She was his, period. So he'd had a lot of reservations about agreeing to Zoe's idea of 'borrowing' Clay for the evening.But watching the man caress Zoe and now slow pushing his fi
He stared down at her upturned face. "I can't say I'm not at least a little jealous. I mean you and Clay were together a long time.""But not like us," she assured him. "Never like us. I never loved him, and he always knew it.""Okay. If that will make you happy, let's go ahead and do it." He cupped her chin and brushed his mouth over hers. "Just as long as you remember who your Number One guy is.""As if I could ever forget," she laughed and leaned over to pick up the phone.Clay wasn't in his room but Zoe reached him on his cell phone in the bar."Hey. Can you come upstairs for a bit?" She winked at Brad as she gave the suite number. "Brad and I want to chat with you about something. What? Just come on up. Bride's request. I'll tell you when you get here."Zoe was sitting on the couch cross-legged, a terry robe tied at the waist, holding a wine goblet when the knock sounded on the door. Brad had just pulled on his boxer shorts. He laughed when he saw the other man's startled ex
At last the dinner was at an end. People came by to wish her and Brad well and tell them they'd see them the next day at the wedding."You go straight up to your suite, honey," Raine told her when nearly everyone had left. "I'll see you first thing in the morning with coffee and we'll get ready for the big event.""You have fun tonight," Zoe whispered to her."We'll see." Raine hugged her. "See you in the morning.""You know tradition says we're not supposed to see each other tonight," Brad said when they were in the elevator riding up to their floor."I know." She slipped her hand into his. "But we're not exactly traditionalist, are we?" And maybe not in some other things. A little spice in their vanilla."Not in this. Come on."He led her to the door of his suite, slid his key card into the slot and pushed the door open. As soon as they were inside Brad tossed the card onto a table and stripped off his jacket and tie."Okay." He turned to Zoe. "First things first. Something
Zoe deliberately throttled her internal conversation with herself. It would accomplish nothing."Everything's fine," she said in a firm voice. She would make it be, whatever she had to do. Just as soon as she reined in her body and her mind."Did you see Clay?" Brad asked. "He was checking in when I came through the lobby."Clay Holbrook? Oh, yes. She'd been thinking of him. Probably far too much. She certainly wasn't in love with Clay. They'd been hot lovers but not anything more than good friends. Brad was and always would be her only love. Was I stupid to invite him? Brad thought it was okay but I think he just wants to strut like the usual male peacock and show off who got the girl. And he did. All the way. But Clay...Just thinking of him and the things they'd done in the bedroom-and other places-sent a shimmer of heat over her skin and ramped up the pulse beating low in her cunt. Clay. She wondered if he was as adventurous with his newest girl friend as he had been with her