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  THREE OF A KIND

  A Club Fantasy Story

  Desiree Holt

  Erotic Romance

  Secret Cravings Publishing

  www.secretcravingspublishing.com

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  Three of a Kind

  Copyright © 2014 Desiree Holt

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  First E-book Publication: December 2014

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  Dedication

  To my wonderful friend Laura Kubitz who gave me the idea for the Cut the Cards game. And to Margie Hager, beta reader par excellence, who keeps me straight and honest.

  THREE OF A KIND

  A Club Fantasy Story

  Desiree Holt

  Copyright © 2014

  Prologue

  Music played softly in their private room at Club Fantasy. He’d chosen various types of Hispanic music, preferring the soft strains of the tangos and the heavy drumbeats of the rhumbas and cha-chas.

  She was manacled, spread-eagled to a St. Andrew’s Cross, her long fall of auburn hair held up with a gold clip so that her entire back, from her neck to her feet, was exposed. Long moments ago she had tumbled into subspace, driven there by the pleasurable pain of the flogger, the sharp sting on her skin and the rush of heat from her neck to her ankles. She was so wet with her own juices she could smell her musk and tremors throbbed through the walls of her pussy.

  She had reached the critical point of needing release a long time ago but her Dom still held her at the edge, a game they played frequently. The card, she remembered, in one brief moment of clarity. She had chosen the card labeled “Delayed Orgasm” and he was taking it to its ultimate.

  Her nipples ached with pleasant pain from the clamps fastened to them. Tiny weights attached to the clamps pulled and tugged on her nipples, stretching them and increasing the satisfying pain. The plug her Dom had inserted in her ass hummed on the lowest speed of pulsation, sending vibrations echoing through her body and stimulating every one of her nerves. She sighed and closed her eyes, enjoying the kaleidoscope of sensations playing over her body.

  Her Dom placed his lips close to her ear. “Time for the wand,” he told her in a low, raspy voice.

  Her pussy clenched in anticipation of the new assault on her senses. She loved the wand especially the way her Master used it. A tiny jolt here, a little electrical charge there, no planned pattern, giving her no time to adjust or anticipate. A spray of cool liquid misted over her skin. The alcohol. Oh, yes! Fire play tonight with the wand. She shivered in expectation.

  “I love how you respond to this, girl.” The low timbre of his voice rippled through her. “Of all the subs I’ve ever been with, you become the most aroused, the most desperate for satisfaction.” He trailed a finger the length of her spine. “The one whose orgasms are the most intense.”

  Get on with it, she wanted to shout to him. Please, please, please. Do it, and then fuck me.

  She tried to wiggle her ass, trying to tempt him, to urge him to move faster. She wanted him to take her right to that edge and then shove his cock inside her and fuck her senseless.

  “Soon enough,” he chuckled, as if reading her mind.

  At the first touch of the wand the last vestiges of rational thought left her and she was plunged into the deepest possible subspace. The heat of the flame scorched her, replaced immediately by the cool touch of a damp cloth. Heat, spark, cool. Heat, spark, cool. Over and over until the pattern consumed her. She jerked at each application of the violet wand then moaned with pleasure as the erotic sensations cascaded through her. On and on and on.

  The sudden cessation shocked her into semi-awareness. She heard the moan drifting from her lips without being aware it was a sound she made.

  The large warm hand caressed her again. Slid down past her buttocks. Fingers found the dampness of her cunt, rubbing her labia and sliding inside. She clamped down on them but the moment she did he withdrew them.

  “Oh, you’re more than ready, my little subbie. Yes, you’re ready to take every inch of my cock.”

  Wiping her down once more with the damp cloth, he released the manacles, lifted her and turned her so she was once again spread-eagled on the St. Andrew’s Cross, legs wide apart, this time facing him. She looked at him from beneath heavy eyelids, watching him through a lust-induced haze. He had removed the black leather pants he’d worn earlier, the ones he’d opened when she knelt before him to take his cock in her mouth and suck him dry. Now he’d had time to recover and that same shaft was long, thick, and swollen again, just waiting for her.

  He moved forward, stepping between the boards of the cross where her legs rested, and touching the head of his dick to her waiting opening. Locking his gaze on her face he eased into her one slow inch at a time until—yes!—he was fully seated, filling every bit of space in her channel. And then began the dance. In and out. Thrust and retreat. Slower then faster. Harder, harder, harder.

  Every one of her senses was focused on the tight coil unwinding inside her, the slithering loops that moved through her pushing her toward the precipice of release. Now, she wanted to shout. I’m ready now. As if he heard her, he linked his fingers with hers, raised her hands and pressed them to the wood over her head. And drove into her, hard, deep and pushed her over the edge into the whirlpool.

  Her body shook with the intensity of the tremors, her pussy clenching over and over on his heavy cock that was pulsing inside her. The climax went on for what seemed like forever, until she thought her bones would break with the force of her orgasm. At last the intensity abated, the shudders eased, her heart rate slowed, and she was able to drag air into her lungs.

  She was vaguely aware of her Sir withdrawing from her, disposing of his condom then lifting her from the cross and wrapping a warm quilt around her body. With long strides he carried her to the big chair
in one corner of the room and settled in it with her on his lap. He fed her small sips of water from a bottle on the little table next to them and spoke to her in soothing words. With his large hand he massaged her back, cuddling her until she slowly returned from subspace.

  She knew what came next: the massage with the soothing oils and creams, the cup of hot herbal tea, the soft words of tenderness and caring. Eventually she was settled back in his lap, her head on his shoulder, physically sated and pleasurably exhausted. Her Master took very good care of her. When they left here he’d take her home and tuck her into bed, perhaps with his own body curled around hers. She was the center of his universe, as he was of hers.

  So what was wrong with her that she still felt something was missing? That there was an empty space in her life.

  Chapter One

  The late afternoon sun bathed the landscape in a golden glow, its reflection rippling in the waters of the large pool and wrapping its warm fingers around the people relaxing in Kelly and Tanner Sloat’s backyard. It also glinted off the thin links of gold surrounding Kelly’s neck. A week ago the two had married in a small ceremony in that very yard. Then last night, after two hours of intense play at Club Fantasy, the crowd had watched their collaring ceremony. Today Tanner, Kelly and their closest friends were vegging out at the Sloats’ pool, soaking their sore muscles and drinking toasts to the couple.

  Delaney Fox sipped at her iced tea and surveyed everyone from behind her sunglasses. In the two years she had been a member at Club Fantasy she had formed some very tight friendships, including Kelly and Tanner. When the dungeon where she had played for a long time closed, she had been adrift, searching for a safe place to meet Dom’s she could trust.

  Unlike most of the friends in the life, she had learned long ago that one man could not satisfy her. She had played with a lot of inventive Dom’s, a lot of powerful ones, a lot with whom she remained friends. But there was always something missing. She wanted what the friends surrounding her had found, a permanent relationship with the one Dom that could satisfy all of her submissive needs. She just didn’t know if one existed. And time was passing too quickly. When would she become not as marketable?

  Hang onto Hunter. He’s the best you’ve had. Don’t screw this up.

  She sighed and closed her eyes, trying to convince herself she should be happy she had a Dom now that she’d been happy with for several weeks. Hunter Mills was inventive, demanding, caring, all the things a Dom should be. But now she wanted more than just the hours of play at Club Fantasy. She had discovered she wanted the lifestyle all the time, every time, except at work. She had the submissive’s need to conform to the will of a Dom in all the private areas of her life.

  A hand touched her shoulder and she jerked, eyes opening. When she saw who it was she relaxed again. Hunter, six foot one of solid male, with thick dark hair that just brushed his shoulders, eyes a rich emerald green, a sculpted face and a smile that could melt her panties in a hot minute.

  “You startled me,” she told him.

  “Sorry.” He leaned down to press a kiss to her lips, brushing his fingertips across the tops of her breasts at the same time. “You should take off this little scrap of cloth. It barely covers you, anyway.”

  Deftly he released the tie at her nape, slipped his hand down to reach the one at her back, and pushed her bikini top to the side. Delaney shifted in her seat. Part of Hunter’s thing as her Dom was to show his possession in ways like this. He enjoyed letting other people know that she obeyed all his orders as well as proudly displaying the assets of his submissive.

  Forcing herself to resist the automatic reflex to cross her arms over her breasts, she let her gaze roam casually over the others at poolside and on the wide covered deck. The men wore bathing suits that were little more than codpieces, the women either bikinis or tiny shorts and halters. Some of the women had already removed their tops. On a wide lounger Nia March sat cradled between the thighs of her Dom, “Blackjack” Blackwell, talking to a man standing beside them. Blackjack idly fondled his subs’ breasts, toying with her nipples, sliding a hand over her tummy into the tiny triangle of fabric covering her mound.

  Of course. Why should she feel the least bit uncomfortable? Everyone here at one time or another had taken part in performance night at Club Fantasy. And giving in to their sensual natures at informal gatherings like this was almost a given. It was a lot like being in the lounge at the dungeon only more private, because all the people here were friends.

  She looked up at Hunter and smiled. Of all the Doms she’d been with, he was by far the best. Not only was he inventive sexually but he was also caring, attentive, and considerate. He was one of the few she’d developed a relationship with outside the club, someone she enjoyed socially as well as sexually. Someone who understood her submissive needs outside the bedroom. So why couldn’t he be enough? Why couldn’t she agree to establish a household with him where they could live their lifestyle all the time? At least half the women who’d been with Hunter would have given anything to have that on the table.

  There must be something wrong with me.

  “Heavy thoughts there, sweetheart?” Hunter crouched down beside her, idly pinching one of her nipples.

  “No. Yes.” She sighed. “I don’t know.”

  His expression turned serious. “Are you not having a good time?”

  She smiled at him, arching slightly to his touch. “I’m having a wonderful time. I’m so happy for Tanner and Kelly.” She glanced to her right. “And I have a feeling Blackjack and Nia won’t be far behind them.”

  “I agree.” Hunter nodded. “And they can thank Kelly and Tanner for that, we were there the night they were introduced, remember?” He lightly pinched one taut bud. “What about us, kitten? Where are we going?”

  Delaney turned her head to look at him, a tiny thread of panic wriggling through her. “Are you unhappy with me, Sir?”

  He bent his head and took the nipple he’d been teasing into his mouth, sucked and gently grazed it with his teeth before lifting his head again. “Unhappy? Far from it. But I want more, sub. A lot more. And I sense you holding back.”

  Delaney swallowed. She had done the best she could with the situation. It wasn’t his fault she felt something missing. Maybe something was wrong with her. She couldn’t lose him. Couldn’t. Lose. Him.

  “I don’t mean to, Sir.” She let her tongue sweep across her bottom lip, tempting him, hoping to distract him. “You know I am all in where you’re concerned.”

  “I thought so. I keep telling myself that.” He gently licked the lip her tongue had moistened. “You are by far the best sub I have ever been with.”

  The heat of a blush crept up her cheeks. “Thank you, Master. I hope you are aware my complete purpose in life is to please you.”

  “And you do that.” He slipped one hand down to the little scrap of material covering her pubis. “My, my. Someone is wet just from lying here in the sun. If you are a very good girl, I might take care of that later for you.”

  Her pulse sped up. She hoped he would choose some of their more outrageous activities. Maybe that would satisfy this unidentified need dancing around inside her head.

  “Or maybe,” Hunter said, his mouth close to her ear, “I might take the edge off a little now, since you were such a good sub last night.”

  Last night! More cream seeped from her pussy as she remembered their activities before the collaring. Their usual deck of cards had been waiting for them in their private room. Hunter had removed all the ones they’d both discarded the last time, as well as the most recently used chosen activities. He had waited for her to select first but she had chosen only one card.

  “Master’s Choice.”

  The smile he’d given her was equal parts of hunger and satisfaction. Then he’d proceeded to tease and torment her until she was nearly mindless with need. He had stretched her onto her very tippy toes, manacles around her wrists attached to chains bolted to the ceiling. Additional cu
ffs fastened to the floor had circled her ankles and kept her legs spread far apart. He chose some of the toys he liked best, such as the electric wand, which he coasted over every bit of her skin, especially her nipples. Little by little he added other stimulation, like the vibrating plug in her ass, the Florentine flogger, and the special paddle he loved.

  Every one of her pleasure points was the focus of his attention, arousing her until she was nearly mindless with the need to come. When he finally permitted her to have her release, the orgasm was so intense it felt as if it shook the very bones in her body. Then, his cock swollen and thick, he had carried her to the big chair he liked, lowered her to his shaft and proceeded to wring one more climax from her.

  Afterwards, he had been so gentle with her, so kind, as he always was. Wrapping her in a blanket, feeding her sips of water first and then lemon tea. Massaging cream into her skin.

  She squeezed her legs together as tiny flutters rippled through her inner walls.

  Hunter nipped the lobe of her ear. “How about if I take the edge off right now. Just a little. We’ll save the good stuff for later.”

  Her pulse ratcheted up a notch. “Yes, please.”

  “Please, who?”

  “Please, Master.”

  He traced the rim of her ear with his tongue, sending shivers skating over her skin. “Please Master, what?” His fingers grazed the inside of her thighs.

  “Please, Master, make me come.” Her breathing hitched. The more he stroked her, teased her, the more her body wanted release. Any kind of release.

  “If I do I expect a reward from my beautiful, sexy sub.”

  His fingers stroked her, finding her clit and touching it so lightly it was barely a touch at all. She wanted to beg him to press harder, but holding herself in check for his pleasure was something that was very erotic to both of them, and a key part of their relationship.