Between the Sheets: A Reverse Harem Anthology of Scenes that get to the Point Page 3

  “You. Get that fine ass over here. It’s your turn.”

  Jude tries keeping a smile at bay, though traces still tug at his lips.

  “Come.” I point to the spot Silas just left.

  Jude moves over, standing in front of me now, eyes to the floor.

  “Pants down, ass up. You owe me three.”

  “Yes, Mistress” Jude pulls down his jeans and bends over.

  Silas is watching carefully, trying hard not to stare, but getting a little bit of vindication from Jude’s missteps.

  “Why are you being punished?”

  “Because I laughed.”

  “And is it polite to laugh at your brother?”

  “No, Mistress.”

  “That’s right. You laugh when I tell you something’s funny. Do you understand?” I grin once more, then notice Silas staring. I raise an eyebrow at him, then he averts his eyes to the floor.

  Better. I snicker.

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Good.” I rub his ass, both cheeks, then quickly send three strikes. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

  “I’m sorry for disappointing you, Mistress.”

  “Fine.” I rub them a bit more. “Now pull up your pants and get back to work.” These boys are going to kill me.

  He does as he’s told and returns to shuffling while Dominic comes in and hands me a drink. “Here you go, Mistress.”

  “Have a seat on that chair.” I point to the corner. “Jude, how are the cards coming?”

  “All shuffled, Mistress. What are we playing?”

  “Strip Poker.” I stand patiently waiting for Silas to gather the food while Jude shuffles and Dominic pass out drinks.

  “Mistress, your snacks.” Silas stands and presents me with the plate, eyes facing the floor, trying to be a proper sub. Perhaps I was too hard on him for a first timer? I’ll have to make it up to him, too.

  “Good boy. I’m very pleased.” I pat Silas on the head, taking a couple chocolate covered strawberries.

  I turn to Jude. “Now, kiss the riding crop and thank it for your punishment.”

  He stares at me, no idea why the hell I want him to kiss my crop. It’s taking everything in me not to burst out laughing, but I manage to hold it in.

  “It’s in reverence,” Dominic tells him. “It’s showing respect, acknowledging your gratefulness that Mistress cares enough to teach you proper manners.”

  “Um, okay.” Jude leans in a little, kissing the riding crop that’s hovering in his face.

  “Silas?” I hold out the crop toward him.

  He comes over, kisses the smooth leather with a puckery kiss, then stands holding the food tray, waiting for my next direction.

  I point to the coffee table sitting in front of the couch. “Move that out of the way. We need space on the floor to play.”

  “Yes, Ma’am.” Silas puts down the food and moves quickly, not wanting anymore swats of my leather friend. He moves the table then stands in front of the couch.

  “Now, your queen needs a throne,” I say. “Arrange that recliner over here,” I point. “Front and center, for me to sit on.”

  I stand happily watching my three subs do as I command. Never really done this before, but… a girl could get used to this. I make mental notes to do this more often once things start to settle down in our lives.

  Thinking about a playroom now, I’m getting all damp down below with naughty ideas running through my head.

  “Sit on the floor in a circle. Jude, you deal.”

  Jude sits, shuffling the cards a few times more. “What shall we play, Mistress?”

  “How about Five Card…Stud.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” Jude tries to hold in a laugh but can’t.

  Part of me wants to punish him again because it’s so damn fun, but I don’t. Maybe next time. “Watch it, Jude.”

  He looks down. “Sorry Mistress.”

  “Excellent. Now shuffle before I change my mind.”

  Jude shuffles a few more times and deals out the cards.

  “Here’s how this is going to work.” I lean down, letting my breasts nearly spill out of my corset. They deserve a little tease, after all I’m going to put them through in the upcoming game. “I’ll keep track of who wins each round. Whoever is left with his clothes on will be the first to put his cock inside my kitty.”

  Everyone glances at each other, knowing it’s game on.

  “Also, the first one to taste her.” I wink. “Now.” I crack the crop on the table nearby, giving them a smile. “Let’s get started.”

  As queen for the day, I decide it’s not fair if I play, so I choose to sit back and watch instead. Round after round, clothes start coming off. By the end of round one, Dominic has dominated the hand. Jude and Silas take clothes off first.

  Next few rounds, Dominic wins every hand. By the looks on Jude and Silas’s faces, neither of them knew Dominic could play so well. Or was so determined to make love to me first. Which makes me happy since after coming home, Dominic is the one I’ve yet to make love to.

  After a few more rounds, poor Silas has nothing on, Jude is just wearing his thong… yeah, he got a hard time about that one. Dominic is fully dressed, very pleased with himself.

  I’ve always tried to keep things fair between them, but sometimes one needs me more than the rest. And I’m okay with that. They remember how this works.

  “Okay, I’m still hungry. Serve me, Silas.”

  “Can I put my clothes back on?” He asks nicely, hoping I’ll let him off the hook, but I choose the other route.

  It’s not like he has anything to be ashamed of. The guy’s a professional MMA fighter, for fuck’s sake. Tall, so damn chiseled. Milk chocolate skin and green eyes. Mm. Hell, I’d show that body off if it were mine, so he may as well get used to it. Plus, it gives me some eye candy to look at. “Nope. I rather enjoy seeing your fine ass naked.” I wink.

  That at least gets me a smile as Silas proudly walks over to the table, grabs the tray of goodies, and comes back to serve me.

  “Chocolate covered strawberry,” I say. “Feed me.”

  He grins and does as he’s told, feeding me a strawberry. Yum. My favorite.

  “Good, eh baby…” Silas throws his hand over his mouth, and my eyes dart to his.

  Raising an eyebrow, I glare. “You didn’t learn anything from the last time, did you?”

  Silas’s shoulders drop, and he stares at his lap.

  Leaning over, I lift his chin, forcing him to look into my eyes. “Silas. You’re new to this, so I’ll let it slide. This time.” I kiss his luscious lips then retreat. “Next up, hot tub. Follow me, boys.”

  I stand from my throne and walk down the hallway to the enclosed deck.

  “You’re kidding me, right?” Silas asks. “It’s fucking fifteen degrees outside.”

  “And?” I lift an eyebrow. Guess he’s not been on the deck yet.

  “Uh, it’s cold,” he says sheepishly.

  “We’ll be in a hot tub.” I stop and turn to Silas, grabbing him by the hips, pulling him forcefully, feeling his cock harden against my thigh. “It’s hawt.” I smack his ass hard with my bare hand and give him a kiss, tugging on his bottom lip with my teeth.

  “So when’s this four-way gonna happen?” Silas asks between kisses.

  “Hot tub. If you behave, we’ll talk.” I push him away, though keep eye contact so he sees my smile. Knows I’m not mad. “Now go to the bathroom and fetch four towels and hotel robes. Bring them back, and we’ll get in.” I turn to Dominic and Jude. “Bring the snacks and drinks.”

  I open the door to the outside deck.

  Silas was wrong, it’s not cold in here at all. It’s plenty warm; it’s an indoor room with a hot tub overlooking the nighttime city lights of Vail, Colorado. The view is killer and the room is almost as warm as the suite. Breathtaking.

  Dominic returns quickly with drinks, and Jude follows out with the snacks. A second later, Silas comes out with towels and r
obes, laying them on a chair.

  The air closer to the glass is chilly, not quite as warm as it is inside but definitely not freezing.

  The room’s overhead lights are off, and it’s illuminated with candles and dim recessed lighting just above the hot tub.

  My boys are waiting for me to give instructions. So damn sexy.

  Silas is naked, Jude’s in his thong and Dominic is fully dressed. That has to change. Now.

  “Everyone except Dominic, strip. Oh wait.” I giggle. You’re already naked, Silas.”

  He lets out a sigh and stares at the floor.

  “No pouting, Silas. Your nakedness is a gift to me because I get to feast my eyes on your sexy body.” I smirk. “And besides, you’ll get your turn.” I step up to him, pulling him to my waist again. His reaction is priceless. “It’ll be worth it.” I slap his ass and push him away gently. “Hop in.”

  “Yes Ma’am.” He moves aside and steps into the frothing heat. Steam rises from the tub, filling the room with a shadow drifting through the cool air.

  “Jude, strip.”

  He slowly takes off his thong with a seductive strip tease. “May I?” He gestures to the hot tub.

  “Be my guest.”

  Jude steps into the water, leaving me and Dominic standing beside each other.

  I set my hands on his scruffy cheeks. “Dominic, my lovely servant.” I say with reverence, yet firm so he remembers he’s consented to submit to me. Usually I’m the one in the sub seat. “Since you’re the winner, you’ve earned a special treat.”

  “Yes, Mistress. Thank you. How may I serve you?”

  “Undress me.” My gaze is glued to his, waiting for his response.

  “With pleasure.”

  Behind me now, Dominic manages to figure out the corset. My heart beats faster with every stroke of his fingertips brushing against the swell of my back. As he unhooks the last one, I inhale a breath. His gentle touch forces goosebumps shattering through my body.

  “May I kiss your skin, Mistress?” He asks respectfully. I love him this way, dutiful and doting.

  “You may.” I happily consent. “Thank you for asking.”

  Dominic leans in, pressing his nose against my back, leaving lazy kisses against it. Bracing my hips now, he holds me steady and runs his nose and tongue along a trail down to my ass.

  I shudder as tremors begin to race to my core.

  “May I say, Mistress, this outfit is incredible, but I’m happy to see you without it. Permission to remove the corset?”

  “Yes.”

  He slowly removes the corset only kept in place by two thin straps over my shoulders. The cool air has my nipples standing proud, waiting for his attention.

  Jude and Silas stare, disappointed they can’t be the ones to undress me. It’s okay. Their turns are coming, but for now, this moment belongs to Dominic.

  “May I take off the rest, Mistress?”

  I smile, happy to appease him. “You may.”

  Moving around to face me, Dominic kneels, unhooking the garter belt from my stockings, then slowly peeling down the lacy black thong along with the garter belt, leaving nothing but the stockings, which he rolls down slowly, one leg at a time, until there’s nothing between us but his clothes. Which need to go.

  But not before he understands how I feel in this moment.

  “I love you, Dominic Moretti.” Tilting my chin, I gesture for him to stand.

  As he rises to his feet, I set my hands on his waist, tugging at his T-shirt. As I remove the fabric between us, I drop it to the floor then run my hands over his stomach. It’s so damn firm. Muscular. He’s definitely not the same Dominic I last played with years ago.

  “You’re a stunning man, Dominic. That makes me a lucky girl.” I lean close and lick his nipple, tugging on the other with my free hand, rolling it between my fingers.

  Peering down at his waist, I stare at the button of his jeans as I unhook it, unzip them, then grab the waist, pushing the jeans down his muscular legs. “Take them off, please.”

  Dominic leans over and takes them off, then sets them aside along with his shirt. Rising back to stand before me, his gaze captures mine. He’s left wearing nothing but a thong, inciting a smile. Last I saw, he wore boxer briefs. Jude must be rubbing off on him. Not complaining, I love the bare ass look, just never pictured him to be a thong man.

  “They keep my boys cool,” he says matter-of-fact-like.

  “Seems legit.” I move closer, pulling him back against my waist, dying to feel his cock against me. Inside me. “You gonna get in wearing that?”

  Dominic shakes his head. “No, Mistress.”

  “Good.” I reach down and pull at the thong, unleashing his cock, then release the fabric and peer down as his thong slides down his legs to the floor.

  As I take a step back, I look down at his cock in full glory, reach for it and run a finger along the shaft, up to the head. Gripping it firmly now, I run my hand up and down a time or two, helping it grow to its full potential.

  Dominic closes his eyes and inhales an audible breath, reveling at the touch of my hand stroking him.

  “You won poker,” I say. “Would you like to collect your prize now or later?”

  He opens his eyes again, considering his options for a moment.

  “Later, Mistress.”

  Wasn’t expecting that.

  No matter. Though slightly disappointed, I can still give him a teaser. But I do it for my benefit, not his.

  “In that case, I’ll have to give you a little door prize.” Still holding his cock firmly in my grip, I drop to my knees then shove his manhood into my mouth. Rubbing, stroking, wrapping my lips around the inviting appendage, occasionally scraping my teeth gently around the shaft.

  “Fuck, Rebel.” It slips before he can stop himself.

  How disappointing.

  I stop immediately then pinch his ass before rising to my feet. I click my tongue, showing my disapproval.

  Being experienced in kink, this man knows better. All the more reason to punish him. I’ve never had the opportunity, and to do so, now I’m on edge considering my options.

  “I apologize Mistress,” Dominic says, eyes cast down toward the floor.

  That also catches me off guard. He’s acting like a true sub. Something I’m really not used to. But I can’t let this opportunity pass so I give an obvious disappointed sigh, then leave to retrieve the riding crop from inside the suite. In all honesty, I should have had him retrieve it, but I don’t. Next time.

  Standing before Dominic, I crack the crop on my hand a time or two for effect, making my point clear.

  He’s fucked up.

  “On your knees,” I say firmly.

  Although Dominic’s not happy as he stopped being submissive a long time ago, he submits to me now because he agreed. He’d be disappointed in me if I didn’t be true to my word.

  Eying Dominic as he gets in position for his punishment, I can’t help but feel a little pang of both disappointment and exhilaration at this. Punishing my Dom. A day to go down in history.

  Standing behind Dominic now, I take the crop and gently slide it along his round ass, letting him know I’m about to take it out on him.

  Gently, I tap on his balls and cock for good measure. To remind him who’s in control.

  In a second, I deliver three quick strokes to his ass. No further warning, being sure to hit the fleshy spot in the middle.

  “What’s my name?”

  “Mistress.”

  “That’s right. Now. Since you’re a seasoned Dom, I expected better from you. I guess I’m going to have to remind you who’s really in charge here.” I run the crop along the other cheek, then deliver three more quick, hard strokes. Much harder than I gave Jude or Silas. Much. Harder.

  He inhales sharply as two pink blotches light up his fine ass.

  “Now. What’s. My. Name?”

  “Mistress.”

  “Good boy.” I walk around to face him. “Kiss the crop.
Thank it for teaching you respect.”

  He does as he’s told, eyes still facing the floor. “Now, kiss my kitty hello. She’s lonely.”

  At my command, Dominic rises just enough, grabbing my ass, then dives his tongue between my thighs. Licking my kitty cat reverently, as every good boy should.

  Fuck, it feels amazing. But I can’t let him know that. Not now, after he’s clearly misbehaved. That would be a reward, and he doesn’t deserve a reward. That, and I need to shut this down before I chuck the whole Mistress thing and drag his ass off to a bedroom to fuck him.

  “Enough.” I pull Dominic away. “Hot tub.” I peer down at him, kneeling before me. So fucking hot. “Now.”

  “Yes, Mistress. Thank you for allowing me to taste you.”

  I smile as Dominic rises to his feet, turns, and heads to the Jacuzzi, but not before I take my hand and crack it across his ass once more.

  “Don’t worry. If you like the taste now, wait till you eat it with wine and strawberries.”

  Dominic, Silas and Jude are now all three sitting in the hot tub as I step up to the edge, preparing to climb in.

  I take a minute to consider my options then decide to sit with Silas. Of my three lovers, he’s had the hardest night. Never having played with kink before, he tried really hard, and I need to reward him for his attempts to please me.

  His hand is outstretched to help me in, so I take it and climb in, then sit on his lap. Circling my arm around his shoulders, Silas reaches around my waist and holds me tight. His cock presses on my ass, showing his approval of my choice.

  Silas has the prettiest green eyes. I stare into them as I’m perched on his lap. Feeling the buzz of anticipation, I’m a little worked up, having a hard time waiting.

  As of now, every one of them has done amazing. I’ve made the rounds, kissing and teasing each of them, and so far, they’ve all kept their jealousies at bay. This has given me hope that we can do this after all. I’m one happy girl. Lucky as all get out.

  Silas tugs me closer, and all I want is to kiss him. To feel him inside me. Feel him and Dominic and Jude. All of them. But I can’t make love to them all at once, so my mind reels on how to make this work.

  Regardless of how, I want to be the star of the show, at least for a little while. The thought excites me so much, that I notice the wetness dampening deep inside my core, even sitting in a hot tub.