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  “Of course.” She was getting to the point where she’d agree to anything. “It is always my pleasure to serve you.”

  “Good.” He gave her a wicked smile. “I like to hear that. Look at the pool decking to your right. Tell me what you see.”

  She glanced in the direction he’d indicated. Nia and Blackjack were seated at an umbrella table talking to a man Delaney knew only as Drake. While the three of them sat engrossed in conversation, Drake’s sub, a well-endowed blonde with a long sweep of hair and wearing only bikini bottoms, knelt at his feet, his cock in her mouth and her hand cupping his balls.

  “I can’t believe he can just sit there chatting away like that,” she told Hunter.

  His chuckle was low and hot. “I’ve seen him do that before and sit far longer than I ever could. He’s learned how to control himself so each time his sub has to work longer and harder.” He squeezed his hand over her mound. “That’s how you can repay me.”

  Delaney swallowed. “Here? Right out here?”

  He shrugged. “You’ve done it at the club before.”

  “But only once,” she reminded him. “You chose that card from the deck, remember?”

  “Are you saying you don’t like to show other people how well you serve me?” He pressed his finger into her wet sheath.

  “No, no, no.” She was quick to assure him. “Whatever you choose for me. It’s just—”

  “It’s just that public performance isn’t at the top of your list, right?”

  “Right.” She slid a glance at him. “Are you angry at me?”

  “Never.” He nipped her shoulder. “At least I won’t be if you repay my kindness appropriately.”

  By this time she was so aroused she had trouble sitting still. Hunter was busy with his hand, rubbing her mound, teasing her pussy, grazing over her clit. The flutters in her inner walls were ramping up to tremors, sensations that made her want a lot more than Hunter’s very light touch.

  “Can you sit still in that chair, like a good girl?” he asked. “And keep your hands on the arms of the lounge chair?”

  “Yes.” She drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I can do that.”

  “Good. Now keep watching the people with Kelly and Tanner. Focus on them.”

  Focus? Keep watching? It was all she could do to keep her body still as Hunter’s hand worked magic on her pussy. His fingers slipped beneath the minuscule bikini bottoms, easing over her freshly waxed mound and tickling the lips of her labia. He grazed lightly over the hot nub of her clit, pausing once to give it a little pinch and a tug before resuming the strokes. With each caress her body demanded more, the climax whirling inside her struggling for release. His touch was so light it was driving Delaney crazy, although she knew that was exactly what he intended to do.

  “Breathe,” he told her in a low voice. “Slow and easy. We want to make this last.”

  Hunter always wanted to make it last, drawing it out as long as possible until she was nearly out of her mind with lust. When they were alone she could cry out with need as much as possible, begging him to go harder and faster. But here, in this setting, she had to call on every bit of self-control to not show how desperate she was getting.

  A woman whose name Delaney couldn’t remember—at the moment she could hardly remember her own name—walked by on her way to where the cold drinks were set out. She glanced at Delaney and her lips curved in a hot, knowing smile. The man with her had his hand resting on her ass. He whispered in her ear, gave her a playful pinch, and she laughed but kept walking.

  “They’re going to put on a special performance tomorrow night at the club,” Hunter told her. “They’re visiting from Dallas. Tanner said he’s a specialist with the single tail whip and he knows some new tricks he’s going to demonstrate. I heard they’re very popular at their home club.”

  “Will we be going to watch?” Hunter’s hand moved marginally faster and she was having trouble forming coherent sentences.

  “Of course.” He pinched her clit. “We can always learn something new, right?”

  She shivered in delicious anticipation. She had never realized how much pleasure the whip could bring until her first session with this man. Now she had become addicted. He knew exactly how to tease, how much pain she could tolerate, and for how long. It still amazed her that he could bring her to climax with nothing more than that one instrument. But then, she’d learned a lot about her sexual responses since she and Hunter had been together.

  If only I didn’t still feel as if something was missing.

  She clamped down on that thought. It had no place in this particular moment. And how had the stray thought wandered in, anyway, when she was so turned on by what Hunter was doing?

  He eased one of his long fingers into her wet, waiting channel and it took all her self-control not to bear down on it.

  “Nice and easy,” Hunter soothed. “Stay just like you are and I’ll make you feel very good.”

  Nice and easy? Was he crazy? But of course the fact that she had to work to maintain some outward sign of control only aroused her even more. Hunter knew that. They’d played this game before in the lounge at Club Fantasy.

  “Don’t forget to keep watching the show over there,” he reminded her.

  Yes, she had, so intent on what was happening with her body. She turned her gaze back to the couple across the pool. The man was still chatting with Nia and Blackjack as if nothing else was happening. But his sub, sitting at his feet, had fisted the root of his shaft and was sliding her head up and down, taking him in from root to tip and back again with a steady, deliberate movement. Her other hand was still between his thighs caressing and kneading his balls.

  How did he sit so still? How did he even concentrate on the conversation?

  As she was trying to analyze that, Hunter slipped a second finger in with the first and pressed his thumb against her clit.

  Oh god!

  “Remember,” he cautioned, “perfectly still. And eyes across the pool.”

  He drove his fingers in and out of her as he worked her clit with his thumb, now harder, softer, until she was out of her mind with the need to climax.

  “Beg me,” he urged. “Come on, Delaney. Beg me nicely.”

  “Please.” She could hardly get the word out. She was holding on so tightly to the arms of the chair she wondered if she might break them.

  “And what will you do if I let you come,” he prompted.

  “I’ll suck your cock, nice and slow, just like the woman across the pool is doing.”

  “Good girl.”

  He kissed her cheek, gently bit at one nipple then increased the speed and pressure of his hand. At that point it didn’t take much to push her over the edge. The orgasm ripped through her sending shudders through her body. But mindful of Hunter’s orders she clung to the chair and stiffened her muscles to keep from jerking in uncontrollable spasms.

  Finally her heart rate slowed, her breathing became less labored and little by little her body relaxed. At last Hunter withdrew his hand from her body, lifted his fingers and very carefully licked each one clean. Then, with her cream still on his tongue, he gave her a hot, open-mouthed kiss. She tangled her tongue with Hunter’s and the tart, salty taste set her nerve endings humming again.

  Abruptly he lifted his head and rose to his feet.

  “Time to pay up, little subbie.” He held out his hand to help her to her feet.

  She looked around for the top to her bikini but Hunter shook his head.

  “I want everyone to see those beautiful breasts that I own.” He winked. “I might suggest a card relating to it—you know, walking around with your breasts exposed, maybe with gold clothespins on them—for the next Cut the Cards deck. I’ll have to talk to Reulas.”

  In seconds he had stripped off his brief swim shorts and stretched out in the lounge chair. He leaned his head back, turned it and smiled at her.

  “Do you know how hot and hard I am from teasing your pussy? Watching yo
u orgasm? Tasting your juices? I can’t wait to feel your mouth on me.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Delaney dropped to her knees and rested her butt on her heels. She wrapped one hand around the thick stalk of Hunter’s dick and bent her head to lick at the soft velvet of the plum-colored head. With the tip of her tongue she scooped up the tiny drop of fluid sitting on the slit, licked around the crown then eased the length of him into her mouth. His groan of pleasure aroused her all over again.

  He had just threaded his fingers into her hair so he could guide her head when a shadow fell over them. She knew better than to stop what she was doing to look but she was curious as to who had decided to watch them.

  “I’d ask you to introduce me to this gorgeous sub but I see you’re a little busy right now.” The voice was deep, as deep as Hunter’s but just a little rougher.

  Hunter laughed, albeit a little unsteadily. “Glad you finally got here. I was beginning to think you got lost.”

  “After the invitation you gave me I couldn’t miss it. I take it this is your favorite sub?”

  “It is. Delaney, I give you permission to lift your mouth for a moment as long as you keep your fingers wrapped around me. I want you to meet someone.”

  She eased his length from her mouth and lifted her head to look up. Shock raced through her at the man standing there. Except for the fact that his hair was a sun-streaked brown, she could have been looking at Hunter.

  “Delaney Fox, meet Taylor Mills, my twin brother.”

  Chapter Two

  “Welcome, Mr. Mills.” The woman standing at the small check-in table smiled at him.

  “Good evening, Lila.”

  “And Miss Fox.” Lila checked two names off on her tablet. “Always nice to see you both.”

  Hunter shifted to the side to make room for the man behind him.

  “Please add my brother, Taylor, to the list,” he told the woman. “I’ve cleared it with Reulas.”

  She looked past him and he saw her eyes widen as they always did when anyone saw the twins together.

  “I can’t believe there are two of you.” She gave Hunter a warm smile. “The subs here will be fighting over him. I’m assuming he’s also a Dom?”

  “I am,” Taylor told her. “But I won’t be looking for anyone tonight.”

  A tiny frown creased Lila’s forehead. “Oh. Just visiting then?”

  He shook his head but Hunter answered for him.

  “He’ll be enjoying the evening with us.” He drew Delaney forward, pulling her close to his side.

  Lila smiled at them and winked at Delaney. “Lucky sub. Alright, Hunter. I’ll leave it to you to show your twin the ropes.”

  Hunter led the way to the main lounge, Taylor at his side and Delaney right behind him with her head slightly bowed. Reulas spotted them and came forward with his hand out.

  “Good to see you, Hunter. Taylor, nice to meet you.” The men all shook hands. Then Reulas handed Hunter a key card. “The room is all set for you, just as you requested.”

  “And the deck of cards?”

  “The same one you and your sub have been using.” He looked at Taylor then back again. “Unless…Did you want a fresh one since you have a guest?”

  “No.” he grinned. “We have pretty much the same taste. He’ll be good with the cards we haven’t used yet.” He nudged his brother. “This way.”

  He smiled as soon as he opened the door to the room. He wondered if other dungeons took such good care of their members. He’d again been given the room with the large armchair that he liked, the special St. Andrew’s Cross, and the racks of instruments on the wall.

  “Nice place.” Taylor looked around. “You’ve got good taste, my man.”

  “Better than what you’ve been used to in your travels, I’ll bet.”

  Taylor was a photojournalist who traveled the world doing articles on exotic places and dangerous events for well-known magazines. He knew Delaney had been shocked at first glance. Although he’d told her he had a brother for some reason he hadn’t told her they were twins. He still wasn’t sure why. But when Taylor had called and told him he had a couple of weeks between assignments and wanted to spend some time together, Hunter saw it as the perfect opportunity to bring him into the fold.

  He and Delaney had been together for nearly eight months. For him, that was a long time, and Reulas had indicated it was the same for his sub. It hadn’t taken him long to realize she was everything he’d been looking for in a sub—obedient, submissive, but still with her own identity. Or to figure out that he’d somehow fallen in love with her. It had just unexpectedly crept up on him. She was smart, funny, caring and as sexually adventurous as he was. He’d floated the idea of them moving in together, building a life. Creating something permanent. But Delaney seemed reluctant, for reasons he didn’t quite understand. And no matter when or how he asked her, she’d always brush him off by saying she just liked things the way they were.

  Hunter had been in the lifestyle long enough to know that for some subs one Dom would never be enough satisfaction. It wasn’t the desire just to have more men in their lives. It was the need to have a third connecting the two of them. When Taylor had called he’d seen a possible solution. His brother traveled most of the time but he and Delaney could provide a homebase for Taylor. And when he was in town, he could be the needed ingredient to enrich their lives.

  They’d had dinner together after they left the Sloats and the evening had been relaxed, filled with laughter and interesting stories. He was pleased to see how well Taylor and Delaney meshed, how easily they connected. Delaney’s excited reaction when he proposed tonight’s activities was a good indication that he was on the right track. Now if it all worked as well as he thought, tonight could be the beginning of the rest of their lives.

  He shook himself out of his mental reverie. Delaney was still standing with her head bowed, hands behind her back, waiting for his instructions. Taylor was lounging against a wall, hands in his pockets, lips quirked in a smile. Hunter went to the panel on the wall and dialed in the music channel he preferred then turned to Delaney.

  “You know the drill, girl. Remove your clothing and place it on the table against the wall. Oh, and do it slowly. My brother loves a strip tease. Take your time to show him all your assets.”

  Taylor chuckled. “You mean the ones I didn’t see the other day? No matter. I want another good look at them.”

  Delaney unbuttoned the cropped top she’d worn, one button at a time, slowly, and shrugged it from her shoulder. No bra. She never wore one when they came to the club. Not any more, anyway. Then, body swaying to the music, she unzipped her mini skirt and pulled it off. Hunter’s mouth watered as he eyed her standing there in her minuscule hot pink thong and killer heels. Tilting her head back, she shook out her thick mane of rich auburn hair, letting it sweep across her bare shoulders.

  Hunter glanced at his brother. Taylor’s pose might be nonchalant but his body was on hyper alert. A flush colored his cheekbones, heat burned in his eyes, and beneath the soft fabric of his slacks the evidence of an erection was visibly obvious. Hunter knew how he felt. He’d had exactly the same reaction the first time he and Delaney had a session together at the club.

  Wetting her lips, she shimmied the thong down her toned legs and stepped out of it. Then, bending over so she gave both brothers a very good view of both her ass and her cunt lips, she picked up her clothes, carried them to the table and folded them into a neat pile. The shoes she left on, knowing that was a personal preference of Hunter’s. Then she stood with legs apart, head down, and hands again behind her back.

  Hunter picked up the deck of cards that had been left for them, a deck that was considerably smaller than when they’d started playing Cut the Cards a few weeks ago. He loved the game because it gave both the Dom and the sub the chance to remove cards picturing activities that neither would choose. Then each got to pick three cards for the night and they would do their best to work their way thr
ough them. Sometimes, between visits, the anticipation was enough to make him hard as a rock. Too many times he’d had to give himself relief as he lay in bed alone, dreaming of the things he and Delaney did together. And of what he’d do if they lived together.

  His favorite fantasy was waking up on Saturday mornings, taking a long leisurely shower together, then insisting she stay naked all day. As long as they were in the house. That way he could play with her breasts whenever he wanted, or her pussy. Watch television with her, naked on his lap, while he teased and excited her. Have her prepare meals for him with her bare ass accessible to him.

  He blew out a breath. He needed to keep his wits about him. Indicating the deck of cards, he motioned to Taylor.

  “Guests first.” He winked.

  Taylor grinned and fanned the cards out on the table. Studying them he pulled out one and handed it to Hunter.

  “Blindfold?” he lifted an eyebrow.

  “Uh huh. Enhances all the other senses, right?”

  “Yeah. She likes that. Don’t you, girl.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She wet her lips again, but this time she deliberately dragged her tongue over her lower lip.

  “Tempting us?” Taylor asked. “Should we punish her for that?”

  “Soon enough. What’s next?” Hunter…

  “Don’t you get to pick, too?”

  “I will. Then Delaney gets to choose.”

  Taylor laughed. “I can hardly wait to see what she chooses.” He pulled another card. “She good with the cat?” The picture on the card was of a cat o’ nine tails whip.

  Hunter nodded. “Happens to be one of her favorites.”

  “Excellent. Okay, your turn.”

  Hunter already knew what he was planning to choose. He pulled out the card with three clothespins on it. He could hardly wait to attach them to Delaney’s nipples and her clit, tugging on them now and again to send streaks of sensation shooting through her nerve endings. His second card was a pair of handcuffs.