It’s a place where your deepest, darkest secrets can come
out to play. Where nothing is forbidden and everything is hidden. It’s sensual,
erotic, an erotic playground. It’s….Club Fantasy.
For your evening pleasure, #5 in the Club Fantasy series,
Three of a Kind, part of a 5-story arc the teaches you how to play the sensual
game of Cut the Cards.
Be sure to leave a comment, One lucky person will get their
choice of the other Club Fantasy stories:
Blind Ecstasy, Dark Desires, Cut the Cards, Blackjack
Blurb:
Delaney Fox loves being a
submissive. She loves being Hunter Mills’ sub. She’s even in love with Hunter,
something she had never expected to happen. But Delaney can’t make that
permanent commitment because she still feels there’s something missing in her life.
When Hunter’s twin brother, Taylor, comes to visit between his globetrotting
jobs as a photojournalist, Delaney wonders if he could be the missing piece of
the puzzle. It takes a night at Club Fantasy and a game of Cut the Cards to
show that three of a kind can work in love as well as it does in sex.
Excerpt:
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.”
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