Total Abandon (28 page)

He chuckled. “I do.”

She hopped off him and sat on the side of the bed, then opened the drawer in the bedside table. She riffled around inside, then pulled out some black leather bands and dropped them on the side of the bed. She wrapped one around one of his wrists and fastened it, her delicate fingers brushing lightly against the sensitive skin on the inside of his wrist as she fastened the buckles. He held up his other wrist for her and she fastened one there, too. Then she held up a leather collar.

He sat up so she could fasten it around his neck. She stood up and drew the sheet, which had fallen in a heap around his stomach, down to his hips, then stroked her hand over his chest and down his abs. The feel of her soft touch on his body sent heat thrumming through him, especially as she stroked lower.

She grinned. “You look sexy.” She walked to the dresser and returned with a brush, then brushed his shoulder-length hair thoroughly.

“Good. Now stand up,” she said.

He pushed back the covers and stood up. She dragged her gaze over his body, lingering on his groin, watching his cock begin to swell, then she opened the drawer on the bedside table again and pulled out a leather leash. Once she clipped it on the ring on his collar, she tugged on it.

“Follow me.” She walked to the door. “Oh, wait.” She handed him the handle of the leash and trotted to the dresser.

She opened a drawer, then pulled out a white T-shirt and pulled it on. It draped loosely on her body, hanging halfway to her knees. She went to the bedside table again and returned with a carabiner clip and fastened his wrists together in front of him, then took the leash again and tugged.

She led him down the hallway and into the living room. Aimee lay stretched out on the couch, reading a book, a mug of coffee on the table beside her, her feet in James’ lap. James gently held Aimee’s bare foot between his big hands, stroking. She wore a pink bikini and James wore his boxers. Craig sat in the armchair sipping his coffee, staring out across the water. He, too, wore only his boxers. Sandra smiled at the sight of the sexy tiger tattoo on his arm.

Aimee glanced at Devlin, her gaze gliding the length of him. His cock twitched at her perusal.

“You taking him for a walk?” she asked.

“No, but I am taking him out to play. I’m going to be Mistress Sandra. Want to join us?”

Aimee grinned. “Absolutely.”

Sandra reached for Aimee’s coffee mug, and Aimee handed it to her.

“You mind?” Sandra asked.

“No problem.”

Sandra took a sip, then held the cup to Devlin’s mouth. He took a sip of the warm liquid. It had sugar and cream, and he usually took his coffee black, but he welcomed the dose of caffeine.

Sandra put down the mug and tugged on the leash, then led him to the kitchen area. She picked up a pen from a cup on the counter and walked to the fridge. There, held up by a pineapple-shaped magnet, was the cocktail napkin with the list Sandra and Aimee had made. Six items were ticked off.

	1. Be held captive.
	2. Experiment with bondage.
	3. Make love to a sexy stranger while blindfolded.
	4. Have sex with two men at the same time (maybe more).
	5. Be a love slave.
	6. Have a love slave.
	7. Be a voyeur.
	8. Try exhibitionism.

Sandra ticked off number five. Clearly, he was about to fulfill number six.

She grinned at him and tugged on the leash again, then led him to the door and slid it open. They stepped out into bright warm sunshine. The birds twittered in the trees and a soft breeze lifted tendrils of his hair and swirled them across his face.

He followed her around the house to the outdoor shower, the other two men and Aimee trailing behind. Sandra turned on the water and tested it with her hand, then unfastened the leather bands from his wrists and neck and tossed them aside, onto the grass.

“Okay, step into the water.”

“Yes, Mistress Sandra.” He stepped under the warm water and it streamed over his body.

Sandra picked up a bar of soup and began rubbing it over his body. As the water flowed over her, her white T-shirt clung to her body, becoming transparent. Her breasts appeared clearly through the fabric, the nipples pushing outward.

The feel of her hands on him, the sight of the warm water flowing over her nearly naked body, and the thought of her commanding him to do erotic things to her sexy body sent hormones flooding through him.

“Aimee, come give me a hand.”

Aimee stepped under the water, too, and began stroking his soapy body. Both their hands wrapped around his growing cock and they stroked. Aimee crouched down and took his cockhead into her mouth, and he sucked in air. Sandra kissed his chest, then sucked one of his nipples into her mouth. Heat flared through him and his mouth went dry.

Sandra stroked over his ass and swirled her soapy hand over him. He wanted to run his hands over her breasts, to feel the tight nipples under his fingertips, but he left his hands hanging obediently at his sides.

Aimee drew his cock deeper into her mouth as she stroked his ass, too. Sandra kissed down his stomach and licked his cock as Aimee drew her mouth free. His hands balled into fists as both women licked his cock with their warm tongues, up and down.

James and Craig watched beyond the spray of water, their hands inside their boxers.

Sandra stood up and Aimee followed suit.

Sandra glanced up and down his body. “Okay, you look nice and clean.” She turned to the other men. “Craig and James, bring the armchair from the deck. Aimee, go grab some towels and…” Sandra whispered in Aimee’s ear and she nodded.

Sandra’s hand curled around his erection and she stroked while they waited for the others to return. Her touch was heaven.

A moment later, the men came into view again carrying a teak armchair from the deck, complete with cushions. They set it down on the grass facing the shower. Aimee dropped a basket of towels beside it, then carried one to the shower. Sandra led Devlin out of the water.

“Go ahead and dry him off,” Sandra said to Aimee.

Aimee patted his body dry, paying close attention to his groin area, which caused his erection to swell even more. Sandra fastened the collar around his neck again, and the wristbands, but did not fasten his wrists together again. She tugged the leash and led him to the armchair.

“Sit.”

Once Devlin sat down, she coiled the leash around the back of the chair. She reached into the basket of towels and removed a plastic bottle. She handed the bottle to Aimee, who smiled and squeezed clear liquid onto her hands, then knelt in front of Devlin and began to stroke his cock quite thoroughly, totally coating it. He thought he’d go insane with the erotic stimulation of her slick warm hands.

“Now don’t touch,” Sandra said.

He ached to touch it. Or, better yet, to have Sandra touch it, but she wandered back to the shower and stood under the water. Aimee stripped off her bikini and joined Sandra. Aimee drew Sandra’s wet T-shirt upward and tugged it over her head. Devlin’s cock twitched at the sight of her naked wet breasts.

Aimee rubbed the bar of soap between her hands and handed it to Sandra, then began stroking Sandra’s breasts. Sandra foamed up her hands and set down the bar of soap, then stroked over Aimee’s breasts.

“Hey, guys,” Sandra called to James and Craig, “come and join us.”

The two men stripped off their boxers and flew under the water. Soon, the four of them were soaping one another, stroking their slick bodies. Male hands stroked over the women’s breasts. Feminine hands stroked big hard cocks. Except for Devlin’s. His stood erect and ready but all alone, aching to be touched.