Neither woman was a resident of Sunset Harbor but traveled here because they were members of the club. Cherish lived out on Cormorant Island, halfway between Summer Cove and Sunset Harbor. Tawny was a resident of Durham, which was how I knew her. I split my time between there and Sunset Harbor.
I’d always had a thing for threesomes because they were so impersonal. Running from my demons, seeking desperately to wash thoughts of a special woman out of my head, I tried to avoid one-on-one intimate situations or anything that resembled a relationship. But I’d only created new demons trying to outrun the old ones.
Some considered me a playboy, but I wasn’t. I never engaged in relationships, just impersonal sexual encounters. Prestige gave me everything that I needed. I loved BDSM and took my role as a Dom seriously. It was the perfect outlet for all of my frustrations, but I could never see myself in a role as a submissive.
Even with these beautiful ladies who weren’t into BDSM, they always allowed me to take control and submitted to my every whim.
That was all I needed.
Seeing her again, or the person I thought was her, had driven me back to the club sooner than I wanted to be into my current status.
Tawny and Cherish weren’t into BDSM, but I wondered if she might be. I doubted it because she’d always been so straight-laced. But I couldn’t help but imagine her tied up, legs splayed out, taking every punishment I could think to issue to her body for leaving me.
Just the thought of her made my cock harder, causing Tawny to choke and pull back. I released her hair and pushed her back slightly.
Tawny held onto the arms of the chair I sat in, gyrating her hips as Cherish worked her tongue on Tawny, whose mouth was wide open in pleasure, her eyes heavy-lidded.
“Ladies, join me in the bed,” I suggested, waiting for Cherish to stop.
She didn’t look like she wanted to let up, but when she finally did, she licked her lips and leaned in to kiss Tawny.
Walking to the bed, I sheathed myself and then lay down, gesturing for Tawny to get on top. Spreading those thick thighs around either side of me, she slid down my pole, causing me to groan as I held onto her waist.
“Stay still,” I commanded.
“I can’t,” she moaned, rubbing her hands across one of her breasts while Cherish sucked on the other one.
I squeezed her hip tightly, forcing her to remain still.
“Cherish, come here,” I ordered.
Tawny’s breast plopped out of her mouth, and she slowly made her way up to me on the bed. When she lowered her head to kiss me, I turned my head the other way.
I didn’t believe in kissing. Kissing was too intimate, an idea reserved for people who truly cared about each other. Women seemed to catch feelings when a man kissed them, and I never wanted to give anyone the wrong idea.
Not again.
Miscommunication had cost me dearly in the past. It was all just sex to me and nothing more. A way to bust my load and keep moving.
Cherish waited patiently until I was finished with Tawny. Then I moved over to Cherish, taking my time with her before I would return to Tawny.
Tawny bucked against me like she was riding a stallion in the wild with nothing but the wind and sunshine as her companion. She was a noisy lover, moaning and expressing her emotions with the occasional, “Fuck yeah!” or “Give me that dick!” or “Oh, do you like this black pussy, huh? You like black pussy?”
I responded to each of her statements with a powerful thrust of my hips, digging deeper inside of her, making her feel every one of my nine inches.
And then I would slide out and back into Cherish, who was a more subtle lover, hissing and whimpering, as she rode my dick. She purred like a kitty and mewled when Tawny’s tongue dove deeper in her mouth or whenever I reached down to circle her clitoris. Her well was so damned wet I wondered if I would drown.
After a while, I lay down, giving them each a chance to ride me. And at that moment, I saw nothing wrong with my actions. I couldn’t think of anything better that I wanted to do at the moment.
If I couldn’t have what I truly wanted, I might as well have what I could get. And these two beauties weren’t coming up short.
We fucked ourselves into a drunken, sex-hazed stupor for the next hour, taking turns in every position, tasting one another, as I traded out condoms.
And even when my alarm on my phone went off, notifying me, it was time to head home and shower and change for the evening’s dinner, I was already planning in my mind the next time I would return to these two beautiful goddesses.
I couldn’t easily quench the addiction I had for these two. Especially since a figment of my imagination appeared to be driving me insane.
CHAPTER 3 - XIOMARA
“SPOILED LILTEE. I THOUGHT I was going crazy when I saw you earlier today. Thought you were just a figment of my imagination. It’s been a while. Where’ve you been hiding?”
The voice in my ear had me turning around, my heart racing wildly in my chest.
I knew the time would come when we would be face to face again, and I was thankful that he seemed to sound so positive. Not angry like I’d imagined he’d be.
Only one person had ever called me that. Liltee meant “princess” in Tigrynia, my mother’s native language.
“Spoiled Liltee should ask spoiled, cocky bastard that same question.”
It had taken some time to get my thoughts and mind together today to attend this event, knowing that he was the host. Especially knowing that I would attend on Russell’s arm. But I
