Passion's Fury (The Doms of Passion Lake Book 2) (17 page)

“Christ, sugar, I could watch you come a hundred times a day.  I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.”  Caleb’s breath hissed between his teeth, nearly spilling his seed as her muscles flexed around him. 
Jesus! 
It didn’t matter how many times he and his brothers had team-fucked other women.  None of those encounters mattered.  None of them had prepared him for the pure ecstasy of this.  Watching Caleb and Ash fuck this woman—
their
woman—had been the most mind-blowing thing he had ever witnessed.  They had to convince her to stay.  They just
had
to.  The thought of her leaving now, after this, after they had had her, was unacceptable.  They would never survive it.

Gripping her buttocks, Caleb flexed his hips backward, sending shivers coursing through her.  Giving Ash and Simon a nod, he waited for them to place two pillows beneath her hips before driving his cock back into her, embedding himself deep in her cunt.  He fought for breath through a throat clogged with emotions.

Kylie let out a squeal, arching her hips up to pull him in even deeper.  Her heart was racing, careening like an out-of-control roller coaster.  She was swimming in sensation.  Drowning in pleasure.  Truly alive for the first time in her life.  And she never wanted it to end, even though she was finding it increasingly difficult to breathe around the knot of tears clogging her throat, reducing her voice to a husky rasp.  “Oh, my God, Caleb, that feels so good!”

“Tell me what you want, sugar.”  Every word was an effort as her wringing muscles threatened to strip away his control and make him come.  He withdrew slowly, making sure to drag his piercing across her G-spot once again, making her shudder and moan.

She tossed her head back and forth in a delirium of pleasure.  “I want you.  Fucking me.  Please fuck me, Caleb.” 

Gritting his teeth so hard he feared his molars would crack, he began thrusting his cock in and out of her rippling cunt, gradually increasing both the speed and force of each thrust, tightening the coil within her body until she was ready to snap.  Nearly mindless with pleasure, her breath coming in harsh little moans, she could no longer speak, no longer think.  Caleb was about to give her another orgasm and it was going to be
massive.

Simon and Ash bent their heads to her breasts and closed their hot, wet mouths over her hard, berry-like nipples, suckling her deeply.  Her back arched, her body went rigid.  Her heart was beating so hard it thundered in her ears like an F16 revving for take-off.  She sucked air into the bottom of her lungs and held it for what seemed like forever as Caleb hammered into her.  Then the air exploded from her in a scream as pleasure blasted through her like a nuclear bomb. 

Her contracting muscles gripped Caleb so hard, he groaned.  She felt his cock get even thicker just before she pulled him over the edge and he detonated against the mouth of her womb, sending burst after burst of hot cum jetting into her.  Even as Simon and Ash continued sucking and licking her breasts, they both reached down and gently manipulated her clit, prolonging her pleasurable convulsions for a long time, each convulsion creating a new muscular contraction that kept Caleb hard and seated firmly inside her.

Arms trembling from the strain, he held himself above her for as long as he could.  Then, jaw clenched, he said, “Gotta move, guys.”  Simon and Ash both backed off as Caleb collapsed on top of Kylie.  Bodies still connected, he rolled himself over onto his right side, taking her with him, hooking his leg over both of hers and pulling her hard into his body.  His right arm went beneath her shoulder, the left went around her, holding her in a tender embrace.

Kylie was still moaning, her body still quaking with the occasional aftershock, only dimly aware that Simon was now lying behind her, his body fitted to the S-curve of hers.  Ash aligned himself behind Simon,

The room smelled of sex and echoed with their mingled groans and harsh breathing.  As well as the sound of the men’s gentle kisses and murmuring voices as they brought her back down to earth after her trip to the stratosphere. 

She heaved a sigh and her thoughts began to tumble out of her.  “Guys that was so…that was so…”Another sigh.  “All my life I’ve repressed my sexual feelings.  Because I was afraid of them.  Afraid that, once freed from my father’s repression, I would turn into some kind of…I don’t know…sexual
fiend,
with an insatiable appetite and needs.  But you three make it safe for me to feel these things.  I never in a million years figured I’d find somebody that would give me that.  So, thank you.  From the bottom of my heart.”

Caleb shifted his head to place a gentle kiss on her lips.  “Sugar, there’s no need to thank us for anything.  Believe me, the pleasure is entirely ours.  We are honored that you are able to be yourself with us, in spite of how little time we’ve been on this journey together, and that you have allowed us to give you what you need.”

As he spoke, his cock finally wilted and slid out of her, releasing a warm river of all their mingled juices onto the inside of her thigh.  She was still trembling, every nerve ending in her body tingling as if electricity were dancing over her skin.  She was surprised there weren’t visible sparks hovering above her body.  She’d never felt so satiated in her entire life.  Or so enervated.  If the house caught fire she didn’t think she’d have enough energy to get up and walk out the door.  Good thing she wouldn’t have to.  She had three burly guys to take care of that for her.

It was her last thought before succumbing to sleep.

* * * *

“Careful, Caleb, don’t wake her.”

“Too late,” Kylie croaked sleepily as she felt herself being lifted from the bed.  Pure instinct had her throwing her arms around Caleb’s neck even though she knew he didn’t need any assistance from her.  He was perfectly capable of handling her weight.  They all were.  It was a thought that both enchanted her and sent chills frolicking up and down her spine.  For the first time in her life there weren’t people hounding her to lose weight.  It was refreshing.

He carried her into the bathroom where Simon was already waiting with two plastic bags and a roll of duct tape.  Caleb just held her while Simon covered one foot and Ash the other.  Once her feet were protected, they all got into the spa tub, which was surrounded by flickering candles and already filling with water.  They sat down on the long bench seat, Caleb in the middle with Kylie on his lap, her legs draped over Simon’s lap on Caleb’s right.  Ash sat on Caleb’s left.  The water was frosted with white, foamy bubbles that smelled of lavender and mint, and the jets provided a gentle massaging action against her sore muscles.  She let out an audible sigh and relaxed against Caleb’s chest, letting the jets work their magic.

No one spoke.  No one wanted to break the spell which seemed to have woven itself around them.  They just touched her.  And kissed her.  And stroked her.  Reverently.  Almost worshipfully.  As if she were something precious that they would treasure for the rest of their lives.  It was an acceptance and approval her parched soul sought with a need bordering on desperation, and she soaked it up like a sponge caught in a deluge after being left out in the desert.

Caleb’s hands slid beneath her arm pits and he turned her in his lap so she was sitting with her back to his front, her legs splayed on either side of his thighs.  Ash soaped a washcloth and gently washed everything below her waist while Simon washed everything above it.  Caleb lathered her hair and rinsed it with a pull-out faucet.

They sat her on the towel-covered counter.  Simon dried her off and removed the bags from her feet while Caleb and Ash dried themselves.  Then Ash and Caleb re-bandaged her feet while Simon dried himself, then gave her her pills.  Even though she didn’t think she really needed the pain pill, the look on their faces as they watched her take them told her that arguing would be futile.  Ash carried her back into the bedroom and laid her on her back in the bed.  Caleb and Ash lay on their sides, flanking her, heads propped up on their hands, their other arms draped over her abdomen.  Simon was behind Ash.

Kylie turned her head to look at Caleb.  She turned in the other direction and saw Ash and Simon wearing the same expression as their brother.  An expression so filled with love, her heart melted.

“Talk to us, baby,” Ash said, his hand idly stroking her stomach.  “Tell us what you’re thinking.”

“I’m thinking that I’ve been waiting for the three of you all my life.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

Granny Grace’s Tea Shoppe on the main street of Passion Lake was an elegant restored, three-story Victorian building.  It was very similar to the Passion Lake Bed and Breakfast.  The main entrance was in the enormous, one-and-a-half-story round tower in the left-hand corner, capped by a Turkish dome.  There was a similar, octagonal-shaped, three-story tower in the opposite corner. Smaller than the B & B, the exterior of the Tea Shoppe was painted slate blue with dark gray accents and white gingerbread trim.  A deep porch went across the entire front of the house, continued around both towers and along both sides.  In addition to cushioned wicker rocking chairs, there were also tables and chairs out front where diners were enjoying their leisurely meal along with a gentle summer breeze.  Immediately next door to the Tea Shoppe, connected by an enclosed breezeway, was the Toy Emporium, a converted Queen Anne style house, whose exterior was painted willow green with yellow trim and red accents.  Tree-lined parking lots flanked the two buildings.  Both lots appeared to be fairly full.

“Inside or out,” Ash asked, pausing at the front door.

“Inside would be safer,” Caleb murmured, ever mindful of the fact that two unknown men were in town looking for her.  He was on duty, so he was wearing his khaki uniform and a camel-colored Stetson.  Before they’d left the house, he had checked with Granny Grace’s network of spies trying to ascertain the whereabouts of the two men who had been asking about Kylie.  No one had seen them.  Even though they’d asked about a place to stay, they hadn’t checked into the Passion Lake Bed and Breakfast, nor were they staying at the lodge or the campgrounds.  They seemed to have disappeared.  Perhaps they had believed Tool’s bald-faced lies and had decided to try and catch up with Kylie on the road to Michigan.  After all, Tool was unsurpassed at making people believe what he wanted them to believe.  A skill that had served him well when infiltrating dangerous terrorist organizations.  It had saved not only his life, but the lives of his teammates on more than one occasion.  Unfortunately, the fact that the two men had been sent on a wild goose chase did not eliminate the danger they posed for Kylie.  It just postponed it.

Kylie was wearing the pale turquoise gauze sundress that Caleb had bought last night, along with some lacy, matching underwear.  Everything fit perfectly, even though she hadn’t told him her sizes.  Its loosely fitted bodice and full skirt made her waistline look positively tiny.  Ash had gone out that morning, and come back with a hair styling brush and some make-up.  At his insistence, she’d given him a list of brands and colors.  Her dark, chocolate brown hair hung in a cascade of shining waves around her shoulders and down her back.  And her turquoise eye shadow and black mascara accentuated her huge brown eyes.  A little powder, a little blush, a pale peach lip gloss and she was ready.  She had to admit that she felt better wearing make-up.  Prettier.  More confident.  Although both Simon and Ash had insisted that she was just as gorgeous without it.

The tea room took up the entire ground floor of the spacious mansion and was true to the elegance of the late Victorian period, with square cloth covered tables and elaborately carved high-back chairs upholstered in deep red satin-striped damask.  The tall windows were set in niches and were hung with burgundy damask floor-length drapes, topped by ornate valances.  Tall, graceful potted palms filled the spaces between each niche.  The floor was carpeted in a deep green carpet with a swirling pattern of burgundy and dark gold.  The walls were covered with paintings, Majolica plates, and other bric-a-brac.  A black grand piano sat on a dais in one corner.  A man attired in a tuxedo was playing old Sinatra standards.

There were a few men, but most of the diners were women.  When Kylie saw how they were attired, she was glad she had insisted on wearing a dress.  Everyone was wearing their Sunday best.  Many of the ladies were even wearing graceful, broad-brimmed straw hats and gloves.  Kylie wasn’t quite to their level, but at least she wasn’t wearing shorts and a tank top.  The fact that she was wearing socks on her bandaged feet instead of strappy sandals was bad enough, but nobody could fault her for her dress.

Two women were seated at a table in the spacious, sunlit alcove formed by the large tower and the Raffertys headed straight for it, giving Kylie a chance to look them over.  One of them was a brunette with streaks of lighter highlights all through the brown curls that hung half-way down her back.  She was wearing a raspberry-colored cotton sundress and a broad-brimmed straw hat with flowers and ribbons in all shades of pink.  The other woman was a strawberry blond with equally long curls and reddish highlights.  Her hat was white, decorated with poppies to match what she was wearing, a white sundress with spaghetti straps and enormous poppies growing up the skirt in shades of orange, salmon, coral, yellow, and red.  They looked up as the little group approached them and Kylie was startled by the clear turquoise of the brunette’s eyes and the pale green of the blonde’s.  “Caleb!  Simon!  Ash!”  The two women rose and hugged Caleb and Simon, receiving bear hugs in return.  “And you must be Kylie,” they exclaimed, encompassing her along with their hugs for Ash.  “I’m Sarah Colter-Sinclair,” the brunette said, “and this is Leah Stanhope—I mean, Nighthorse.  Even though she and Raven are already married, they’re having their formal wedding next Sunday.”

“Oh, congratulations,” Kylie said warmly.  “I’m Kylie Ferrell.”

“Yes, we know,” Leah said with a one-shoulder shrug and a sheepish grin.  “Small-town grapevine.  Everybody knows everything about everybody.”

As the two women resumed their seats, Ash bent and lowered Kylie into the third chair at Sarah and Leah’s table.  “Okay, sugar,” Caleb said, bending down to give her a swift kiss that was no less passionate for its brevity.  Simon and Ash followed his lead.  “Enjoy your tea.”

“You’re not staying?” Kylie asked, surprised, resisting the urge to fan her heated face at this public display of affection.

“No.  We figure it’ll be easier for the three of you to talk if we’re not here.  We’ll be back to fetch you in a couple of hours.  That should give you enough time to eat and get to know each other.”

Kylie nodded.  “Okay.”  Her eyes followed them as they left the restaurant before turning back to find the two women eyeing her with amusement.

“What?”

“Oh, dear girl, you’ve got it bad,” Leah said, shaking her head in commiseration.  “But don’t worry, they’ve got it just as bad, if not worse.”

“Impossible.  I only met them yesterday, for God’s sake!”

“Doesn’t matter,” Sarah said.  “It’s either there or it isn’t.  And trust us, Kylie, it’s definitely there.”

“What is?”

“The connection,” Leah explained.  “Doms and subs connect on a level that is instantaneous and recognizable.  It feels like”…she groped for words…“I don’t know,
coming home
is the only way I can think of to describe it.”

Kylie just stared at her in wonder.  “That’s exactly how it feels,” she whispered.  “I took one look at Simon and just…
knew
somehow. It was like I’d been waiting for him to find me all my life.”

Sarah and Leah exchanged a glance.  “Yup,” Sarah said.  “That’s the way I was with Jesse and Adam.”

“And me with Raven,” Leah added.  “Oh, I fought it for a while, determined never to submit to any man again—”under the pretext of placing the linen napkin in her lap she leaned toward Kylie confidingly—“I’d been in an abusive marriage before.”  She straightened.  “But Clay was patient and I finally had to admit what I was.  A sexual submissive.”

“It was different with me and Jesse,” Sarah explained, “I’d been in love with him since I was thirteen.  But he had disappeared and I had despaired of ever finding anyone I loved as much.  That led
me
into an abusive relationship.  My problem was not with Jesse, it was with Adam.  When I realized that they expected to share me, it took me a while to come to terms with that.”  She grinned.  “Like, maybe, half an hour or so.”

Kylie and Leah both laughed.

“I hope you don’t mind, Kylie,” Sarah said, reaching into a shopping bag beside her chair and pulling out a wide-brimmed straw hat with a black velvet ribbon around it and decorated with a colorful selection of spring flowers. “But we got this for you. Leah and I figured that this was something your guys wouldn’t think of and we wanted you to have it to commemorate the day you claimed your submissiveness.”

“Oh, it’s beautiful.  Thank you both so much.”  Kylie took the hat and placed it on her head, with the two black velvet streamers hanging down her back.  She felt…elegant.  Not something she’d ever felt before, although she’d worn hats before.  To church.  Her father had insisted on it, citing Bible verses exhorting women to keep their hair covered.  Those hats, mostly dating back to World War II, had been rescued by her mother from church rummage sales and were hideously inappropriate for a child.  As a result, she’d grown up hating hats.  But this one?  This one was beautiful and it made her feel elegant and sophisticated and properly attired for a Victorian afternoon tea.

Leah and Sarah both leaned over and patted one of her hands.  “You look lovely, Kylie.”

A waitress, formally dressed in black slacks, a black apron and cummerbund, and a white, pleated-front shirt with black buttons and a black bow tie, approached carrying an embossed sterling silver tray loaded with china plates and tea cups.  She set the tray on the valet stand and placed a plate and a china cup with a delicate floral pattern at each place.  She set a smaller plate above each dinner plate.  Then she held out a smaller sterling silver tray, offering each of them hot, damp, lemon-scented towels for cleaning their hands.

Sarah laid her linen napkin across her lap, “After Caleb asked if I would mind talking with you, I took the liberty of calling and ordering the Victorian tea.  I’ve had it before and it’s absolutely scrumptious.”

“Not at all,” Kylie replied, doing the same with her own napkin.  “It sounds delightful.”

The waitress placed a hand-tied gauze sack filled with loose tea into a china teapot and poured scalding hot water into it.  While the tea was steeping another waitress carried out a heavily-embossed, antique, sterling silver, three-tiered cake stand and set it at the empty place on the table.  She placed a sterling silver caddy containing glass jars filled with two kinds of jam and a bowl of what looked like thick cream on the table next to the cake stand.  “Good afternoon, ladies,” she said, “I’m Naomi and that is Miranda.  We will be serving you today.  On the bottom tier, as you can see, are our sandwiches.  The open-faced half-moon sandwich is smoked salmon with dill butter on sun-dried tomato bread.  Clockwise from there is a roast ham and chopped watercress finger sandwich with basil butter on rye bread.  Beside that is our cucumber and cream cheese.  The pinwheel sandwich is egg salad with diced black olives on whole wheat bread, rolled in crushed almonds.  The triangle is my personal favorite, cinnamon cream cheese on date nut raisin bread.  The clam shell tarts contain chicken curry salad with shredded coconut and finally, on the mini-buns is our shrimp salad with red cabbage and cashews.

“The cream cheese may be my favorite, but, trust me, they’re all to die for.  There’s one of each for each of you, but we’ll be delighted to give you more of any that you particularly like. The middle tier contains plain scones and cheese scones with savory herb butter.  The jams for the scones are homemade strawberry and wild mountain blackberry and the cream is authentic Devonshire clotted cream.

“The sweets on the top tier are made right here in our own kitchen by our award-winning pastry chef.  We have key lime tarts, passion fruit cheesecake, black cherry mini-cupcakes with pistachio butter cream frosting, blackberry macaroons, and chocolate mint brownies.  There is also a chocolate parfait with heart-shaped hazelnut shortbread cookies.  If you discover a particular favorite, please feel free to ask for more.  Enjoy your meal.”

Naomi stepped back and Miranda stepped forward, picking up the tea pot.  “Our first tea is a Chinese green tea blended especially for Granny Grace’s Tea Shoppe.”  She filled each teacup, then placed the pot, a pitcher of milk, a bowl of lemon slices and a bowl of sugar cubes with serving tongs on the table.  “Enjoy your tea, ladies.  We’ll be right here, so please ask for whatever you need.”

Both servers took up a stance against the wall, on either side of the valet stand.

“Go ahead, Kylie.” Sarah reached for a sandwich and proceeded to load her plate with one of each, with Leah and Kylie close behind.  “Try the egg salad pinwheel first, it is so yummy.”

Kylie took a bite and closed her eyes in bliss.  “Oh.  My.  God.  Sarah, you’re right.  That is pure heaven.  Creamy and crunchy and so delicious.”

As the three women worked their way through the sandwiches, they talked about their work.  Sarah was the County Attorney for Marshall County, which included Passion Lake.  She lived around thirty miles down the highway in the town of Marshall’s Creek, founded by her ancestors in the mid seventeen hundreds.  Her husband Jesse was the police chief, and her other husband, Adam, had his own hi-tech security company.  Leah was an artist with a PhD in Art History.  She owned a gallery a little farther down Main Street that specialized in all sorts of fabric art, including sculpture and items of clothing.  Kylie could hardly wait to visit it, even though she knew she’d never be able to afford any of it.  When they asked Kylie what she did, a feeling of total inadequacy swept over her.  Avoiding their eyes, she bit her lip and practically mumbled, “Oh, I’m just a plain, ordinary bookkeeper.”