Passion's Fury (The Doms of Passion Lake Book 2) (27 page)

She named a figure that Kylie protested as way too exorbitant, but Leah would not be budged.  The two women hugged good-bye, then Leah and Ash hugged.  He placed the box and the bag full of her purchases in Kylie’s lap and wheeled her out to the car.

“Where to now?” she asked when all the items had been safely stowed behind the front seat and he backed out of the parking space.

“Well, you don’t have much in the way of personal hygiene items, so I thought we’d stop by the drug store and stock up on everything you need.”

“Thank you.  After I left Philly, I could only afford to get the bare essentials.  I had to use what little cash I had for food and gas.”

“Not any more, baby,” Ash assured her.  “You don’t need to worry about money or anything else for the rest of your life.  When you start makin’ money from your clients, that is your money and you can spend it however you want.  Just know that we will take care of the rest of it.  It will be our honor and privilege to do so.”

She gestured toward the back seat.  “But…it’s so
much
!  Just because I like something doesn’t mean I need to have it.”

He chuckled.  “Okay, maybe I did go little overboard.  But we don’t like that you’ve had to scrimp and save all your life.  We have the means to shower you with all the luxuries you’ve missed out on, and we’re fully prepared to do just that.  It makes us happy, baby.”  He turned to look at her.  His smile was so filled with love, her heart melted.  “I guess we’re kinda like kids with a new toy.  Just indulge us for a little while, yeah?”

She nodded.  “All right.  “If you promise to moderate your enthusiasm in future,” she finished primly.  “And I am not a toy.”

He just laughed.  “Oh, baby, but you
are
a toy.  The best kind of toy.  A sassy little sub with all sorts of secret compartments.  A veritable treasure chest, just waiting to be explored and plundered.”

“And you three are pirates, I suppose.”

“Aye, matey.”  His voice was a growl.  He gave her a leering wink.  “And ye be a right tasty-lookin’ little morsel, wench.”

She was still laughing when he wheeled her into the drug store.  They left with eight plastic bags full of stuff, everything from tampons to eye liner, nail polish to her favorite moisturizer, along with enough make-up to open their own Klown Kollege.

Katie’s Barbecue was packed, but Ash had called ahead.  He was just asking Katie if there was a place where they could stash the wheel chair, when Caleb walked in, scooped Kylie up and planted a big wet kiss on her lips, much to the entertainment of the people waiting in the entry foyer for a table.  He carried her to their booth, leaving Ash to deal with the chair.  By the time Ash got to the booth Caleb and Kylie were sitting side by side on one side of the table.  “Hey!” Ash protested.

“You had her all morning,” Caleb pointed out as Ash took his seat opposite them, sliding Caleb’s felt sheriff’s hat over with his hip.  “I get her for lunch.”

“But she was in the wheel chair the whole time.  I didn’t get to carry her even once,” Ash grumbled, sounding like a disgruntled toddler.

“Children, children,” Kylie chided mildly, unrolling her napkin and placing it in her lap.  “You really must learn to share.”

They spent the next hour gorging on baby back ribs, baked potatoes, Cole slaw, freshly baked cornbread, and huge glasses of sweet tea.  They piled up so many bones in the plate provided for them, they kept falling off.  Their waitress finally had to bring them a basket.  After they’d finished eating, they sat around talking and drinking more tea, until Kylie said, “Ash, if you don’t want to have to carry me into the ladies’ room, then I think we’d better head on home.”

Caleb grinned.  ‘I think that’s my cue to get back to work,” he said.  “I’ll bring home something for supper.  How does Italian sound?”

All Kylie and Ash could do was groan, which made him laugh.  “We really do need to make a grocery run, bro.  You two make out a list this afternoon and we’ll go sometime in the next day or two.”

“We’re gonna be eatin’ out until next week,” Ash reminded his brother.  At Caleb’s blank look, he said, “Rehearsal dinner Thursday night, the Icebox Friday and Saturday, the weddin’ dinner on Sunday.  We can wait and get the groceries on Monday.  We’ve got enough breakfast stuff to last us until then.  And stuff to make sandwiches for lunch.”

Caleb shrugged.  “Okay.”  He gave Kylie a kiss and slid out of the booth, holding out his hand for his hat.  “’Bye, sugar.  I’ll see you later.  I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she answered with a little wave of her hand.

“I’ll settle the bill on my way out, bro.”

“Okay,” Ash said.  “I’ll take care of the tip.”

Kylie watched Caleb walk up to the counter and hand the cashier his plastic.  They joked and laughed as she rang up his sale.  Then he turned, gave Kylie a salute and a wink, and left.

Geez!  He’s so…goddamned—”

“Close your mouth, baby,” Ash murmured, “You’re lettin’ in flies.”

Kylie snapped her mouth shut and gave a sheepish little laugh.  “Sorry.  That bad, huh?”

He tilted his head.  “Well, let me just say I’ve heard the phrase, ‘making googly eyes’ before, but I never knew it was actually physically possible to do so.  Until now.”

“I was not making googly eyes,” she protested.

“You totally were.”

“Not.”

He quirked an eyebrow.  “Are you arguin’ with your Dom?” he teased, his eyes twinkling.  “Because if you are, there is definitely a spankin’ in your very near future.”

Gulp. 
“Of course not,” she denied.  “We are merely having an animated discussion.  Can’t spank me for that.”

He gave her a roguish grin.  “Oh, baby, that’s where you’re wrong.  I can spank you for anything I want.  That’s one of the perks of bein’ a Dom.”  He slid off his bench and came around to the end of hers.  Putting one arm behind her back, the other beneath her thighs, he slid her off the seat and lifted her against his chest.  Her arms crept around his neck as he just stood there for a minute, pressing his forehead against hers, staring into her eyes.  Everybody in the restaurant stopped talking and eating and turned to look at them, but neither Kylie nor Ash even notice.

Kylie’s breathing hitched.  Her tongue came out to take a languorous swipe of her lower lip.

Ash’s eyes blazed, then darkened.  His gaze fell to her mouth and for a moment Kylie thought he was going to kiss her, right there in the restaurant.  But he didn’t.  He just let out a sigh, drew back his head, and started toward the exit, completely unaware that every eye in the room followed them all the way out the door.

As soon as they were outside, Kylie just laughed and shook her head.

“What?” Ash demanded.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Didn’t forget,” he said.  “Just wanted to carry you.”  He bent and placed her in the passenger seat, leaning across her body to buckle her in.  “Be right back, baby.”  He turned to re-enter the restaurant, but was saved the trip by their waitress, who was walking toward them pushing the wheelchair.

“You forgot something,” she said with an impish smile.

“Thanks.”  He didn’t correct her.  Just folded up the wheelchair and stowed it in the rear compartment.

As soon as they were back home, Kylie used the bathroom and he carried her down to their spacious office in the basement, where she got started on the process of sorting Leah’s nightmarish accounting system into recognizable piles.  Then sorting the piles in chronological order.

Ash made two trips out to the car to carry in all the bags of stuff they’d bought and took them upstairs.  He hung all the dresses in their walk-in closet, which Kylie had not yet seen, but would later insist was bigger than her entire house in Philly, and stowed the delicate silk and lace underwear and lingerie in the drawers of her dresser.  He left the jewelry on top, making a mental note to research jewelry boxes online.  She would want a place to keep them so they wouldn’t get tangled or broken.  The scarves and pendants he’d bought at Leah’s gallery, he left still wrapped up inside their bag, deciding she should have the sensual, tactile pleasure of unwrapping them, handling them, realizing that these beautiful things were actually hers.  He’d loved the look of awe and reverence on her face when she’d touched them in the store.  He wanted to see that look again when she put them away.

He laid all the drugstore items out on the L-shaped vanity counter so she could tell him where she wanted them, although he did place her new shampoo, conditioner, and her favorite floral-scented body wash in the generous niche built into the back wall of the shower, where they kept their supplies.

He picked up her laptop computer from the top of her dresser and went back down to the office.  He handed it to her, then reached into his pocket to retrieve his phone.  Kylie didn’t hear it ring, so she figured he had it set to vibrate.

“Yo.  How’s it goin’?”  He chuckled.  “Sounds great.  “\Yeah, tonight.  Excellent.  Have a good flight.”  He held out the phone to Kylie.  “Here.  He wants to tell you something.”

“He who?”  She took it and put it to her ear.  “Hello?”

“Hey, darlin’.”  Simon.  She could hear the smile in his voice.  “Just wanted to say I love you.”

“I love you, too, Simon.  Hurry home.”

“Can’t wait to get there, darlin’.  Can’t wait to see the jewels I bought sparklin’ in your sweet little ass.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

As soon as Simon got home that afternoon he immediately changed out of his pilot’s uniform into torn, faded jeans that hugged his butt lovingly, and a tight black T-shirt that molded the contoured landscape of his abs.
When he walked into the office, she just gaped at him, letting her eyes travel up and down his magnificent male body.
Geez! 
These men were sex on a stick!  So goddamn
yummy! 
How had she gotten so lucky?

He laughed, that easy, throaty laugh they all had.  The one that rolled through her like rumbling thunder, making her body shimmer and quiver with lustful anticipation.  “Like what you see, darlin’?” he asked.

She bit her cheek to keep from smiling, letting one shoulder lift in a lofty shrug while she appeared to be examining her fingernails.  The ones Ash had carefully painted with bright red polish not two hours earlier.  “You’re beginning to grow on me.”

With that, he’d picked her up, practically run with her up both flights of stairs from the basement up to their bedroom.  He’d thrown her unceremoniously down on the bed and plopped down on top of her, ravishing her with a series of open-mouthed, tongue-thrusting, rapturous kisses that drugged her senses and left both of them breathing heavily.  He lowered his forehead to hers, trying to catch his breath.  His heart was pounding so hard, he feared it would explode. “
Christ,
darlin’,” he whispered when he was finally able to speak, “you are the most beautiful woman on the face of the planet.  I can’t believe you’re actually ours.  God, I missed you so
much
today!”

“You were only gone for, like, seven hours,” she pointed out, lifting her hand to curve her fingers around the back of his head, shaping his skull and holding him still while she sent her lips on a foray of her own over his eyes, down his cheeks, along the strong, square line of his jaw.

“More like seven lifetimes,” he swore.  ‘I could hardly wait to get home so I could see for myself that you were real and that I hadn’t made you up.”

“Oh, she’s real, all right,” Ash said, startling both of them because neither realized he’d entered the room right behind them.  He plopped down on the bed beside Kylie and reached under her knit top to palm her breast, dragging his palm across her hard nipple and making her squirm.  “Did you find what you were looking for in Richmond?” he asked his brother.

“You bet I did,” Simon crowed, reaching under the pillow and bringing out a small, rectangular box.  “Stainless steel with a genuine ruby.  Picked out the stone myself.  Nothin’ but the best for our Little Bit.”  He held up something that looked like…

Oh, my God!  It looks just like a butt plug! 
Kylie’s gasp was followed by a hard swallow as she stared at the smooth silver plug transfixed by the enormous red stone sparkling up at her from the flat end.  That was a real ruby?  I must have cost an absolute fortune!

“C’mon, Ash.”  Simon rolled her over onto her belly, “let’s get her ready.  I can’t wait to see this decoratin’ her lovely little ass.”

While Simon removed her shorts, top, and panties, leaving her naked on the bed, Ash went into the closet, returning with a red cotton sleeveless, scoop-necked dress decorated with white piping and a white-beaded border around the neckline.

Where did that come from? I don’t even remember trying that one on!
  “Wait.  That’s not one of the dresses I picked out,” she said, confusion on her face.

“I know, baby.”  Ash gave her a sheepish grin.  “I might have…bought a few more than just the four you selected.”

“Uh-huh.  And exactly how many is ‘a few’?  Exactly?” she repeated, striving to inject a note of sternness into her voice, but failing miserably.  Hard to be stern when she was swept away by the scope and sweetness of his generosity.

“Um…”

“Sorry.  Um is not an answer.  Tell me.  Or there will be consequences.”

He gave her a bratty sub pout.  “All of them,” he said, injecting a trace of bratty sub defiance into his voice.

“What?”  She couldn’t keep the exclamation from bursting out of her mouth.  “Holy shit!  That has to be at least, what, two dozen dresses?”

“Twenty-nine.  Exactly.”

“Summer’s going to be over before I can even wear them all!  Unless I change clothes three times a day.”

“Hands and knees, darlin’,” Simon instructed, settling the dress question by ignoring it completely.  “I’m gonna lube you up and put this in.  You will wear it until we take it out tonight.  Even if you’re still a little sore from last night, this plug is so smooth, it should slide right in.  It’ll just give you a nice feelin’ of fullness.  And every movement your body makes will keep you pleasurably stimulated sexually.”

“Right.  ’Cause if there’s one thing I’m not getting enough of at the Hot, Hunky, Bad-Ass Commando Spa, it’s sexual stimulation.”

Simon just laughed.  Fitting the head of the tube to her anus, he gave it a squeeze, squirting a generous amount of the slick gel up into her passage.  Then he slowly inserted his index finger, wind-milling it around inside the tight space, widening her, preparing her for the size of the plug.  He added a second finger, stretching her even more, making her groan at the unholy pleasure his movements gave her.  “God, darlin’, I sure do love your ass.”  Removing his fingers, he smeared lube on the plug, making it so slick that when he presented it to her dark pucker, it just slipped right in, so fast she didn’t feel anything beyond a momentary pinching sensation followed by a heavy fullness.  Her upper body slumped to the bed and she lay there, trying to regulate her breathing as Simon wiped the excess lube off of her skin, being careful to dance his fingers around her clit, making her groan.  Then he drew back, spreading her ass cheeks with both hands.  “Oh, baby, you should see how gorgeous you look.  That ruby is winkin’ up at me like a sparkly red eye.”  He touched the plug, making it shift inside her anus, wrenching a shivery little moan from her throat.  “This is the smallest size.  I’ve also ordered the medium and the large, but they’re still at the store havin’ the stones set.  They’ll be delivered by courier on Friday.”

After cleaning her up, Simon and Ash dressed her and carried her downstairs to watch a movie while they waited for Caleb to get home with dinner.  She had barely felt the plug that entire time.

But she certainly felt it now, sitting at the kitchen table, eating eggplant parmesan.  Felt its weight.  Felt its girth stretching and filling her anal passage.  Felt it shift inside her every time she moved.

As Simon had lowered her into her seat, Ash had pulled her full, flirty skirt out from underneath her, placing her bare ass on the plain wooden chair they brought in for her.  Every time she changed position, the plug moved inside her and the jewel clicked against the seat, causing the breath to shudder from her lungs.  The constant clenching of both her anal and vaginal muscles had sent her arousal soaring into the stratosphere, and she knew she was going to leave a great big, sticky wet spot on the chair seat.

Simon sat watching the various expressions play across her face, grinning at her like a loon. 
God
, he loved knowing she was wearing a plug in her ass.  There was just something about the way a woman moved when she was plugged.  And he loved even more that he’d been the one to put it there.  He was also the one who was going to take it out and replace it with his cock. 
Oh, yeah, I’m definitely a kinky bastard. 
His groin tightened and his eyes crossed.  He could hardly wait.

“You seem a little restless tonight, sugar,” Caleb remarked with feigned innocence, studying her through narrowed lids as he folded his linen napkin and laid it carefully beside his empty plate.  “You got something on your mind?”

Simon and Ash sniggered.

“Or would it be more accurate to say, ‘up your butt’?”

Kylie’s face heated, staining her cheeks a nice shade of pink, making all three men groan.  “Oh, my God, baby,” Ash exclaimed, “you’re so fuckin’ beautiful when you blush.  Same shade as your pussy, too.  I’m so glad we can make you do that.”

Caleb rose.  “I’m gonna go shower and change.  I’ll meet you downstairs.  Kylie, sugar, pick out a movie you’d like to watch.  Sorry we don’t have any what you might call ‘chick flicks’.  We’ll have to order some.  And I promise you we’ll watch ‘em with you,” he added sternly, giving Simon and Ash a pointed look as they were about to groan.  “Won’t we, guys.”  It was not a question.

As it turned out, she picked an older movie with Louis Gossett, Jr. and Sean Astin, called
Toy Soldiers
.  “For some reason, I just love this movie,” she said, turning over the remote to Caleb.  “Sean Astin kicks ass!”  She laughed.  “I also love
Hard to Kill
.  I guess sometimes I just need a little gratuitous violence,” she explained with a shrug.

“Our little sub is bloodthirsty,” Ash chortled as he and Simon settled down on the couch.  “Who would have thought it?”

Kylie was lying on her side, her head pillowed on the cushiony arm.  Her hip was nestled in Caleb’s lap, between his legs.  Her legs were stretched out over Simon’s and Ash’s laps.  The entire time they were watching the movie, both Caleb’s and Ash’s hands were playing in her cleft, twisting the plug, thrusting it slowly in and out, circling her clit until she was panting and writhing at the pleasure they were giving her.  The tension in her body was ramping up with every stroke, every touch.  Then, abruptly, their hands departed, leaving her bereft.  Abandoned. Barely breathing as she tried to tuck her jangled nerve endings back into place while the orgasm they had been building withered away and died.  Shit.  She needed to come in the worst possible way.  Simon pulled her up to sit on his lap while Caleb paused the move and he and Ash got up.

“Where are you going?”  Her voice was little more than a plaintive wail.  She was having difficulty focusing.  Her need to come gripped her with sharp claws, outweighing every other need in her body.  Were they going to just leave her here like this?  Weak with wanting? 

“Just over here to make popcorn” Caleb said from the bar at the other end of the room.  You want a beer, sugar?”

“Coke if you have it.”

The soft percussive sounds and delectable smell of corn popping wafted over to the sofa, making Kylie’s mouth water.

Caleb handed three beers across the counter to Simon, then followed him back into the theater area carrying Kylie’s Coke and a huge bowl of popcorn, which he set in Kylie’s lap so they could all reach it.

“”No.  No.  I don’t want to get butter all over my beautiful new dress,” she warned.  “Bring me a towel or something.”

“’S okay, darlin’,” Simon said.  “We’ll just buy you another one.”

But Caleb went back to get a bar towel, which he placed over her lap under the bowl.  “That better?”

“Yes.”  She lifted her head to see him smiling down at her.  “Thank you,” she whispered.

“You are more than welcome, sugar.”  He placed a quick kiss on her forehead before plopping back down beside her, reaching into the bowl and tossing several kernels of fluffy popcorn into his mouth.  Simon popped the top and handed her the soda can.  Caleb re-started the movie and they watched the rest of it munching on popcorn and drinking their beers and soda.  After it ended, they had a lively discussion about what other things they’d seen the head terrorist in.  “
Law and Order, SVU,”
Kylie said.  “He was an exotic animal smuggler.”

“
Lost
,” Caleb said.

“
Highlander,”
Ash chimed in.

“Oh, I love
Highlander
!” Kylie said.

“You watched
Highlander
?” Caleb asked, surprised.

“Oh, yeah.  Adrian Paul, God, what a hunk!” 
Oops. 
She realized her mistake as soon as she noticed that they were all staring at her, eyebrows arched.  “Well,” she waffled, crossing her arms over her chest and hunching one shoulder up around her ear.  “I
used
to think he was a hunk.  But then, of course, I met you guys.  Now he’s just…
pfffft!
”  She waved her hand in a dismissive gesture.  “If I passed him on the street tomorrow, I wouldn’t even give him a second glance.”

They all laughed, making her laugh too.  The three men stood up and Caleb bent to pick her up.  “Come on, sugar.  Let’s get you to bed.”

She sighed and draped her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek.  “I love you.”

“I love you, too, sugar,” was his whispered response.  He nuzzled her neck as he walked her up the stairs.  “I want to spend the rest of my life tellin’ you that so you never, ever doubt it.”

He sat her on the edge of the bed shifting the plug in her ass and making her gasp.  He undressed while Ash unzipped the back of her dress and pulled it off over her head.

She looked around.  “Where’s Simon?”

“He’s cleaning off your seat on the couch.  As soon as you’re back on your feet that will be
your
job, yeah?”

Holy crap. 
“Yeah.”

“Hands and knees, baby.  I’ve been playin’ with your new jewelry all evenin’, now I want to see it.”