Sex Retreat(38)

“Not so fast, vixen.” Brock immediately stood with her. Slowly, he released her. He held her steady and pulled up her panties. “Go back to the dock and put on your pajama pants.”

“You can’t be serious.” Trixie moistened her lips and stared at the bulge between his thighs. “You expect me to believe you don’t want me after all that?”

“After all what?” Brock asked, a coolness to his voice. “I wanted to tell you a story. You didn’t want to hear it. When you’re ready to behave like a good submissive, I’ll finish, ask for your feelings about what I share with you, and then reward you promptly. Until then, you can think about what you missed.”

Trixie stormed off, marching down the hill as mad as a wet hen. And she was wet all right. Wetter than she’d been in at least a year or more.

With Rory and Brock around to take care of her every intimate need, she rarely stayed in yearning mode for longer than a minute. Children sort of dampened one’s ability for spontaneous sex, and when they had time to stay in bed, loving away the afternoon, they typically acted like every other married couple with children.

They talked about how they would spend their day romping across the house with unadulterated pleasure guiding them. They’d fuck for hours. They’d screw on the dining room table, down by the stables, and finally end up in the shower where they’d fuck against the tile wall before collapsing in bed for another marathon round.

Reality was mighty different than fiction.

Most of the time, these loving afternoons were spent catching up on sleep. Sometimes, she wondered if the best part of her sex life was behind her.

Grabbing her pajama pants, she stuffed one leg in the material and then the other. She jumped once and secured the tie around her waist. When she turned again, she found a totally mesmerized man. He watched her with such brooding lust, that dark desire she hadn’t seen in ages.

Stopping short of reaching him, her breath caught in her chest. His gaze raked over her, starting at her chin and slowly easing down the length of her neck, sliding over her chest and breasts, down to her stomach, and holding at her waist before continuing lower.

“I want you to finger yourself, sub.”

She nodded obediently, slipped her finger inside her pajama pants and pressed her middle and forefinger through her folds, spreading her legs for balance.

Brock approached her. He grabbed her by the elbow and jerked her arm away from her pajama pants.

Lifting her fingers to his mouth, he twirled his tongue around her fingers, sucking them between his lips and moaning in satisfaction. “You still taste like pure honey.”

Her mouth dried as she watched his lips close around her fingers, but observing wasn’t the only element driving her lust. The way his soft tongue twirled around the digits made her long for more of an intimate commitment.

She longed to strip off those pajama pants and lie down before him. She wanted him sprawled out between her legs, licking her into an unforgettable orgasm. And she didn’t care who saw them. She didn’t give a damn if the whole world watched.

“Please take me, Brock,” she whispered, her gaze pinned to his mouth.

“I will,” he promised. “Sometime before we leave here, I’ll fuck you until you cry for mercy, but I’ll still leave you begging for more.”





Chapter Eighteen




She followed behind him. He’d told her to keep at least five feet between them and if he were a betting man, he’d bet on that much and a few more. Between the heavy footsteps and the groaning every few seconds, he could only imagine what was going through her mind.

A smile tugged at his lips as they rounded the bend and ducked under the low-sweeping willow tree branches. On the other side of the willow, the camp lodge appeared like a painted portrait and a piece of history all rolled up into one.

Brock remembered a time he’d shown Trixie a glimpse of the life he’d wanted to give her. He and Mitch had taken her to bed and given her a taste of the worlds from which they’d come. Rory had pitched a fit. He probably wouldn’t now, but back then, he’d adamantly opposed introducing Trixie to Domination and submission.

The argument prior to her abduction had been based on her upbringing as much as her innocence. He’d been insistent. Her fathers and mother wouldn’t approve. At the time, Rory had voiced strong opposition.

After her abduction, Brock had decided Rory had a choice in the matter as much as he and Mitch had held fast to their opposition. In the end, after Mitch left the relationship, Brock had determined it was best for all of them if they kept their intimate relations as vanilla as possible.