away! Look away! It’s like a car crash you pass on the highway. You don’t want to see, but can’t seem to stop yourself.
A soft laugh reaches my ears. Jet looks amused by my awkwardness. “Want to join us? We can always make room for one more, especially one with new parts to explore.”
He walks to me, placing a hand on my flushed cheek. Before I have a chance to process the fact that it might not be a good idea to let him touch me, his desires rush at me full force. Apparently, Jet would like nothing better than to tie me to the bed and let every one of them here bring me over again and again “against” my will. The group doesn’t enjoy rape and that wouldn’t be what it was. Jet enjoys the appearance that perhaps I might not want it all to happen, making it a little bit more naughty.
Jerking my head back, I break the contact. Unfortunately, not before the images have had a chance to invade my thoughts while searing into my brain for eternity. To have them pleasure me for hours doesn’t sound all bad when you actually think about it. Four mouths to explore and worship my every curve. Four sets of hands to tease, rub, and entice my hot flesh. Four eager pricks fighting to fill every hole in my body at once.
Is it hot in here? I shiver all over at the prospect while Jet’s eyes dance with excitement.
“The thought intrigues you, does it not?”
Time for a little polite diplomacy and get my ass out of here.
“How could it not when you’re all so beautifully aroused?” I must be careful to not insult this proud, powerful man. “I thank you for the offer, which is a tempting one, believe me. But I’ve made a vow to Rafe. I will not break it.”
“Ah, a lucky man, that one. Well, since you see we are all fine… ” He trails off, expecting me to pick up the blatant invite to leave. Can’t blame him. If I don’t want to join the party then I should leave.
Staring again at all the excited cocks, my mind freezes for a moment.
“Y-y-yeees!” I stutter like a fool.
Where is my composure of a moment ago?
“I’ll be getting back to the main building now.”
Still not turning. Still fumbling for the door.
I can’t seem to pull my eyes away from all of the straining, silky flesh… It should be illegal to look that tempting. Oh wait, I think in several states what they are doing may very well be illegal.
Jet reaches behind me to open the door.
“There you go now. We’ll see you later.”
My cheeks heat from embarrassment. I back up until my feet hit the porch. Jet smiles broadly at the thoughts painted clearly on my red face while closing the door on me.
His voice barks out, “Back to the whip! I want to see him bleed!”
The sounds of boots thump a retreat from the door. I hear the whoosh of leather singing through the air followed by the crack of it landing on heated flesh.
Yowza. That’s not a sight I’ll be able to get out of my mind for a while. I turn, running away before my hearing can pick up the wet sucking noises I’m sure will be quick to follow. There’s an undeniable wetness in my long johns, making me glad I put them on. Wet and wiggling against a seam of thick jeans isn’t very comfortable.
Steer the mind away… steer the mind away… deep breath in and out.
It would be smarter to focus on the business angle and how I can best use this new information. Jet’s such a private man, I’m not really surprised he would rather play this out in his cabin than in the resort dungeon rooms. Then again, he may not know we have them. A fact I should note in his file and suggest a tour for their group tomorrow. Let him decide on his own if he’d like to give the rooms a whirl.
I’ll need to follow up with Bob as well to make sure Jet clouds his memories enough so tales of the evening don’t carry throughout our staff. I make sure any employee involved in the BDSM games either can’t recall all the details or keep their mouths shut about them. Respect and privacy go hand in hand with our prices and guest reputations are a high security issue.
Realizing I’m doing more harm than good