Michaels, Skye - Calleigh's Collar [Le Club 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) (10 page)

Paula and Robbie gasped. “We didn’t do that!” they chorused.

“We left her with her subs!” Paula exclaimed, totally forgetting, it seemed, not to incriminate herself.

“I had absolutely nothing to do with this,” Calleigh stated emphatically. She was truly shocked, although she knew that in her overprotective zeal, Paula was completely capable of pulling off a stunt like this. She had thought Robbie had more sense, but apparently not! “I can’t believe you did that,” she hissed at Paula.

“Call, I couldn’t let her get away with hurting you. She deserved it, and it was completely satisfying!” Paula returned in a whisper, clearly without an ounce of guilt.

“Well apparently they finally lost it, whipped her butt, and left her there to be found by housekeeping,” Trent replied from his place next to Paula. “They have both left the property.”

Steele continued, “She’s okay, shaken and apparently stirred…We may not see much of Adrienne for awhile. She is the only female charter member and is a power around town. We do like to be an equal-opportunity organization. I always liked Judge Vieira and never could see them as a couple. I don’t think he ever came here.” He laughed as he put his arm around Calleigh. “I’m proud of how much loyalty you inspire in your friends.”

As Trent turned to Paula, she moved away from him toward the edge of the chaise. “How long can you stay mad?” he whispered in her ear, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, just about until hell freezes over,” she replied with a hiss.

“Did you hear about what the girls did to Adrienne Vieira?” Steele asked Michael Hamilton as he joined the group at the pool. “I’ll let Robbie fill you in.” He rolled Calleigh over to smooth suntan oil on her back. “It will probably go down in club history as one of the finer moments.”

“Actually, I did hear something, not all the details, but that Adrienne has decided to withdraw from membership in the club, and Anne already has a substitute lined up to take her place,” Michael replied. “Some dude from Le Club Beaudelair–New Orleans, Justin Devereau. I don’t know anything about him.”

“Yeah!” The three girls cheered.

“No loss there,” Calleigh replied.

Jason and Trent looked at each other. “Justin?” they said simultaneously.

“We know him,” Steele said. “From college. He took us to his father’s club in New Orleans when we were seniors. It was an eye-opening experience to be sure. It’s a much darker club than this, very private, still limited to ten members. And Justin is a bit of a dark character. Not over the top…just dark, sort of ‘Heathcliff,’ if you know what I mean.”

“I liked him a lot, but he definitely has issues,” Trent replied. “Should be an interesting addition to the club. I wonder why he’s coming down here.”

Chapter Nineteen

As the shadows began to lengthen around the pool, Trent took Paula’s hand firmly and, rising from the chaise, said, “Let’s go upstairs. We have a couple of hours until dinner and then we will take you ladies home. Weekends just seem to fly by.”

“Yeah, time flies when you’re having fun,” Paula quipped as he dragged her quickly toward the house. “Stop pulling me! I’m coming. Don’t know why, but I am.” She stumbled along behind him, staring daggers into his back as he rushed her up the stairs to the second floor.

“I want to make sure you’re ‘coming,’” he replied with a leer as they entered the suite. Trent turned her into his arms, but she struggled free.

“Fat chance!”

“Do you think we can talk for a minute without the sarcasm? I would really like to,” he said hopefully.

“So talk.”

“Not going to make this easy, are you?”

“Nope.”

“Okay. I made some incorrect assumptions based on incomplete facts, and I’m sorry that I did not give you the benefit of the doubt or the chance you deserved,” Trent said formally, looking Paula directly in the eye. “I humbly apologize.”

“What exactly are you apologizing for? Spanking me? Treating me like I had the plague? Assuming that I was an absolutely horrible person? Leaving me sexually starved in the midst of a sexual feast? Shall I go on?”

“All of the above, except the spanking, which you richly deserved. Do you think we could try this again from the top, subbie?” he asked contritely.

“I guess so,” Paula replied, but not too enthusiastically.
He really is just so damn gorgeous, though
. He picked her up in his arms and headed for the bed. He swept the mosquito netting to the side and put her down. He gently began to unbutton the cover-up over her thong bathing suit, rolled her over, and checked her bottom as she squirmed and struggled.

“No permanent damage,” he stated, giving her ass a less-than-gentle smack. He pulled the bathing suit down, leaving her naked. He removed his own suit and joined her on the bed. Pulling her close, he kissed her hot and deep, invading her mouth with his tongue. As she responded, nipping his tongue sharply, he laughed. “I think this is going to be fun.”

“It should have been fun two days ago,” she said. “You owe me a hell of a lot more than an apology. You owe me numerous earth-shattering orgasms.”

“When you’re right, you’re right. I’m sorry we’re getting a late start, but I plan to make it up to you,” he said as he ran his hands down her body, stopping to pay homage to her breasts. “I love your breasts, I love your smart-ass…” he said as he ran his hands over her butt and down to her soaked pussy. “Want to fuck?”

“You really are the stupidest man I have ever seen. Why don’t you try doing this by yourself?” She laughed and tried to roll away from him.”

He grabbed her and rolled her back. “Nice tits, great ass,” he leered as she punched him in the shoulder. “Hey, that’s a compliment. You’ve been giving me the cold shoulder all day, not that I didn’t deserve it,” he admitted, clearly not being above a little ass-kissing.

“Well, warm me up.”

“My pleasure,” he said as he played gently with her wet pussy, spreading her lips and tonguing her aching clit. He ran his tongue around her pink lips and delved into her hot pussy. She moaned and tried to close her thighs, but he spread them wide open, allowing him full access to her wet center. He teased her needy pussy as she raised her hips, straining and begging for more as he pinched the bundle of nerves at the apex of her mons. Crying out with pleasure, she shot off the bed in an earth-shattering climax.

Trent rolled over onto his back, bringing Paula up onto his chest with her legs straddling his hips. “Bring your knees forward,” he directed. When she had done as he asked, he lifted her up with ease and lowered her onto his erect shaft, lifting and lowering her in a rocking rhythm. “You’re so little. Ride me hard, baby. Make me come.”

Throwing her head back, Paula rose and fell on his impressive cock, directing the angle to her most sensitive spot. It was delicious to be in control.

“Look at me, baby,” he said. Her pace increased, bringing her closer and closer to completion. Finally, she bucked as electrical pulses shot through her body. Trent pulled her to his chest and, rolling them over until he was on top, took control, thrusting harder and faster until he spilled his seed into her waiting pussy. She plunged into another powerful climax. He held himself deeply imbedded in her core as they both came down to earth.

“That was wonderful,” she sighed. “Almost worth the wait.”
Actually, it was totally worth the wait, but I’ll be damned if I will admit it to that arrogant jerk
!

“So, are we going to start over? Do you want to be my sub in training? If you do, it would be just you and me, in a monogamous relationship. I like things settled.”

“I might. We could give it a try, but none of that extreme stuff, okay?”

“You have seen about the most extreme of my repertoire,” he responded as he withdrew from her still-clenching pussy. “Although I don’t believe I’ve seen the most extreme of yours. I can’t believe you and Robbie had the nerve to do that to Adrienne. I would have liked to be a fly on the wall.”
H
e laughed.

“Just remember, I not only get mad, I get even!”

He rolled onto his side, pulled her close, and buried his semierect cock in the cleft of her behind as he kissed the nape of her neck. “I was dying to sleep like this both nights, but I knew I’d never be able to keep my hands or my cock to myself if we did. You were so hard to resist. Even though I didn’t trust you I wanted you badly. I had to fight against my better judgment. All that wasted time and effort. You’re right. I am stupid.”

“See what you missed. Serves you right!” she said with a satisfied smile. Paula knew she would have to keep a hold on her emotions where this man was concerned.
Trent could be lethal to my self-esteem and to my heart if I’m not careful.
They drifted off to sleep.

* * * *

In the Cape Cod Beach Cottage Suite decorated in beach shabby chic with blue-and-white-striped denim slip-covered furniture and rag rugs, Mike and Robbie were cuddled on a daybed covered in pillows and quilts on the veranda having cocktails and appetizers.

“This has been a hell of a weekend. Thank goodness they’re not all this exciting! I really enjoyed meeting Calleigh and Paula and helping them understand the Lifestyle, but the scene in the Playroom last night was a little over the top for me,” Robbie said. “I hope Calleigh and Jason can work through this drama. I think they make a great couple.”

“I think they will. I’ve known Jason since he was a kid. I used to date his older sister in high school. He’s a really steady guy. I liked Calleigh a lot, too. There’s time for one more game before we have to go home,” he said. “What do you want to play?”

“How about Stallion and Mare? I love that one!” she replied with a tantalizing smile. “That’s the ultimate submission, Master.”

“Assume the position then, sub.”

Robbie dropped her cover-up and strutted naked to the foot of the sleigh bed, knelt on the padded bench, and bent over the footboard. She wiggled her butt, trying to tease and entice the stallion to service her. “Come on, studmuffin, let’s breed,” she said with a breathy voice. This scene never failed to excite her, maybe because she had witnessed many live-cover stallion breedings on the farm and always found them extremely erotic and powerful…the primal urge to mate.

“Play with yourself,” Mike directed. “You know the stallion has to smell the mare in heat. I can smell your sex scent and it’s making me crazy.”

She pushed her fingers deep into her tingling, slick pussy and began to pump her hips slowly as cream gushed over her busy fingers. Thinking about watching two huge animals mate, each weighing well over a thousand pounds, was exciting, and her hips began to move faster as she became more aroused. “Aren’t you going to put the mating hobbles on me?” she asked over her shoulder with a come-hither look. The way the stallion climbed up over the mare’s back, padding covering his sharp hooves to protect the mare’s back from being cut, while her hind legs were restrained to prevent the mare from kicking back and injuring the stallion during the mating process was extremely exciting—real life bondage and submission.

He bent and fastened padded ankle cuffs with a spacer bar to hold her legs apart. “Keep twitching that little tail of yours, and I might have to spank it,” he said, arousal deepening his voice to a raspy whisper. “Your little pink pussy is winking like a mare in heat, and your freckled butt is as cute as a little red roan Appaloosa filly.” She wiggled her butt again, teasing her stallion.

He moved in between her spread legs and teased her pussy with the broad head of his erect cock. Robbie arched her back and backed up against him, trying to achieve more pressured contact. Her pussy was aching to be filled by the enormous cock of the rampant, glossy, black stallion at her hind quarters. She was almost swooning with the need to be filled, to be pummeled into orgasm. “Spread your lips for me, mare,” he said, and when she complied, pulling her pussy lips open wide, he finally entered her, ramming home with a satisfied grunt. He began to move, pulling out to the maximum and seating home with faster and faster strokes. He pulsed harder and faster as they both strained for completion. When neither could stand it a moment longer, they both came violently, she with a shrill scream and he with a shout muffled in her neck. He collapsed on her back, bracing his powerful arms to take the brunt of his weight. “I can never believe how exciting that is. Every time we do it, it gets better,” he gasped.

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