couldn’t help but visualize how much better it would look with big pots of bright flowers. Just outside the screen by the pool, clusters of palms and palmettos really needed some ferns to transition from tall to short.
Straight ahead, an immense, heartbreakingly ugly yard of weeds led down to a small lake. Dropping Nolan’s hand, she took a few steps forward. Much of the hardscape had been put in already. A beautiful stone walkway led from the house, under arching trees, and down to a small dock. Beth could hear Kari and Dan commenting on the lake but couldn’t get her mind to focus on anything besides what she would plant if the place were hers.
“Don’t start digging yet, sugar.” Nolan tugged lightly on her hair. “I’ll take you for a walk later. I’d like something on the order of what you did for Z. That wild look. Think you’re up to the challenge?”
Starting from scratch in a setting this beautiful… She wanted this job so badly she was liable to start drooling like a dog. “Yes. I could do this.” She smiled slowly. “I can make it absolutely gorgeous.”
“Good. After supper, you can drag me around and tell me where you want to start.” His confidence in her was like a heady drug, and her smile grew. First she’d start by leveling-
“Beth…” With an exasperated sound, he tangled his fingers in her hair, pulled her head back, and kissed her plans right out of her head. “Later. I need to torture you a little first.”
He pulled her to a pair of heavy teak tables close to the pool. Chairs around the tables held covered trays and bowls of water. When she saw chains embedded into the table legs and top, a tickle of anxiety chased down her spine. Just how extreme did BDSM parties get?
Sir held out his hand. “Wrists, please.”
With a tiny quiver, she gave him her wrists. He buckled well-padded cuffs on, then set her on the edge of the smoothly finished table. Her breathing increased as he pushed her flat, leaving her legs dangling over the end. She turned her head and saw Dan chaining Kari on the other table. The Dom was so big and muscular he made his well-endowed sub appear fragile.
Beth looked up at Nolan. That was pretty much how Master Nolan made her feel, and she liked that…most of the time.
Silently Sir chained her hands over her head and then spread her legs wide. He took a warm washcloth from the bowl of water, laying it on her pussy.
“Master?” The word seemed to come easier and easier.
He sat down beside her and curved a hand over her breast. “Have you ever shaved down there, Beth?”
Shave? She shook her head.
“Was there a reason?”
“Not really. I wasn’t ready with the first Dom, and Master Chris didn’t care, and then I…the last one…” Her mouth tightened. Kyler had cared only about how she presented herself in public. And how she screamed.
“You know, sugar, I get the impression your last so-called Dom was more of a sadist than a Dom. Am I right?”
“He started in BDSM, but, well… Yes. That’s right.”
“He got a name?” Master Nolan asked softly, running a finger down her cheek.
“I…no.” She didn’t want any chance of him finding her or Sir looking him up either, for that matter.
His finger stilled, his eyes dark, then a corner of his mouth drew up into a faint smile. “We’ll keep working on this trust issue of yours. Meantime, you’re going to have a bare pussy today, and you can tell me if you like it or not.”
“Well, okay.” Did he plan to shave her himself? “Sir, I can do it.”
He chuckled. “But I can do it better.” He walked to the foot of the table. “I’m going to strap you down tightly, little rabbit, so you can’t move at a bad moment.” One strap went across her stomach and another just above her hips. Then he bent her knees up and secured each thigh to the waist strap. Her pelvis tilted up.
She licked her lips, a sense of wrongness running through her. Restrained outside? Her pussy up in the air. She felt horribly vulnerable. When she looked over at the other table, she saw the same expression of dismay on Kari’s face.
“Relax, sugar, I don’t have neighbors. No one can see you but me and Dan.” Nolan seated himself in a chair at the foot of the table. He opened a packet of disposable razors and tossed them into the bowl of water. With scissors from the tray, he clipped her pubic hair short and rubbed shaving lotion into what hair was left. A slight herbal scent drifted to her.
Even after the lotion was applied, his fingers kept stroking her outer labia until need started to rise in her, and she gave a little squirm. Lifting her head, she saw amusement in his eyes. “You don’t appear to have any problems getting aroused anymore,” he murmured before nibbling on her inner thigh.
Her hips tried to move against the teasing bites, but she was thoroughly restrained. The knowledge sent more heat swirling through her.
Sir said, “Now stay very still, sugar.” She felt scraping on the top of her mound, each stroke followed by a splashing as he cleaned the razor in the bowl. His hands were warm and sure as he continued, finishing the top, working down her outer lips. Pulling her skin taut, he shaved further, almost to her anus, opening her as needed with firm hands.
The outside world seemed very distant. She could hear Dan murmur to Kari, soft violin music from hidden speakers, Cullen’s booming laugh from inside the house. The intimate touch of Sir’s fingers and the slow scraping of the razor became increasingly erotic.
“All done.” Sir tossed the razor into the water and rubbed something cool onto her bare folds. “Let’s see if you can tell the difference.”
She gasped when his mouth touched her pussy. She could feel…everything, not just his tongue on her clit, but his cheeks against her bare lips, the warmth of his skin, and the tiny scratchiness of his chin. Every sensation was amplified. Holding her labia open with unyielding fingers, he exposed her clit and licked over it.
“Ah!” She jerked at the exquisite shock. She felt a tiny puff of air, then his hot, wet mouth. Another puff of air hit directly on her clit. Hot mouth again. Her breathing turned ragged as fire shot through her, as her clit swelled, the tiny nub of nerves straining for more.
But he moved to run his tongue over her labia. His teeth gripped an inner lip, biting gently until jolts of sensation spiraled around her core. Her hands clenched the chain binding her, and her legs strained against the straps. She could do nothing except pant and whimper as he teased her, tonguing her clit, biting her folds. He brought her right to the edge of release, then backed away.
The muscles in her legs tightened as she tried to lift into his mouth. The restraints held her securely. She couldn’t move at all. She felt like a quivering, mindless doll, there for him to do whatever he wanted with her.
One finger slid into her, very slowly pushing between her swollen tissues. He pulled out and thrust two fingers in, ripping a cry from her. The intense pleasure increased, expanding to the entire
His fingers plunged in and out of her, and his tongue rubbed the sides of her clit in the same rhythm until her legs jerked uncontrollably in the restraints. Her breathing stopped, her whole body going rigid. Waiting. Needing release so badly she moaned. As everything constricted, his lips captured her clit, pulsing directly on the nub.
There was a roaring sound in her ears as she tried to arch, couldn’t move, and screamed instead as she spasmed around his fingers. Each forceful contraction of her vagina shot hot waves of pleasure through her body.
She quivered as he withdrew his tongue and his fingers. “I like you bare,” he murmured. “Seems like you do too.” And then he stood, sheathed himself in a condom, slicked the broad head of his cock in her juices, and plunged into her straight to the hilt. She screamed and climaxed again, billowing around his huge cock in exquisite explosions.
He ran his big hands up the back of her strapped thighs, anchoring her firmly as he started to thrust. She strained against his grip, and the feeling of being overpowered shot her back into arousal and need. His black gaze moved over her face, and then he tightened his hands even further, making her moan again.
His cock plunged in and out of her in a compelling rhythm-slow, fast, slow, fast-until her body started to constrict around him again. Her newly bare lips were so sensitive that she could not only feel his cock, but the hair at its base, his slightly rough balls, the warmth of his hips. The unfamiliar stimulation drove her insane. Too many sensations for her mind and her body to process.
His fingers moved down her thighs, and suddenly she became aware of how close they were to her clit, and now each movement inside her increased her urgency. His touch moved a little closer. A finger trailed across the
