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The music in the rotunda paused. Several musicians began striking silver triangles, the measured notes echoed by a trilling answer on the flutes, like a piercing bird call over mist-covered waters.
One, two, three…
Evan, Niall and Alanna slipped away on one of the garden paths. Skye was sure Evan was taking them somewhere he could sate himself.
Sounded like an excellent idea.
She rested her hand on Tiger’s leg again. He hadn’t moved. He’d remembered that he wasn’t done until his Mistress said he was.
Her gaze coursed over his turgid cock, pulsing inside that golden spiral, and how the torchlight made the chainmail glitter. She wanted to run her hands under it, grip his testicles, play with the contrasts between velvety flesh and metal heated by it.
But she kept her hand on his knee and continued to gaze up at him. Still and motionless, as if they had both become statues.
When the clock finished, it meant he was all hers again.
She held up her phone. “You’re done. You did well. Athena offered a guest house for the night. Stay with me.”
He looked at the screen, and at her. Then her silent, golden-plated warrior gave her a nod.
The guest house had a wading pool and patio framed by a cottage garden, a lattice wall screening the area from the main house without blocking the view of the marsh and inlet. The water rippled silver in the moonlight.
There was also a hose with a hot water option coiled up near the wading pool, so Skye had Tiger stand on the patio near it, his feet braced and hands laced behind his head. She moved around him, looking at Evan’s work from all angles. The orange, black and ivory bold strokes, part stripes and part swirls, covered his buttocks and the backs of his thighs.
He had a second tattoo in the center of his back, an infinity symbol made of razor wire. Crimson and black blood dripped from it. He’d told her he’d gotten it when he was a teenager, and it had the fading color and less sharp edges that confirmed it had been acquired as a rite of passage. Unlike the vibrant details of the one on his shoulder.
She trailed her fingers over the borders between tattooed, painted and unpainted flesh. Caressing his cock beneath the spiral ring, she dragged a nail across his slit, then closed the chain mail over his testicles, tightening her grip to provide some discomfort. Which she soothed when she let it go and put her fingers beneath it to stroke his ball sac.
She gazed at the metallic gold scales on the one side of his upper body, but she didn’t disturb the hardened surface. Not yet.
“Stay here,” she typed. “I’m going to change clothes. No talking or moving until I command it.”
His expression was hungry and full of need. Needing her. She liked him on that edge, and showed it, trailing her fingertip over his navel, then his hip bone. Moving closer, she gazed up into his face. “Wait. You wait for me.” She mouthed the words slowly, enunciating. Gestured to him, to herself.
“Always, Mistress.”
Satisfied, she stepped back and went into the cottage. Though she hadn’t been sure she’d stay overnight, she’d been prepared, and had retrieved her bag from her car, leaving it in the bedroom when they arrived at the cottage.
The bed was king-sized, plenty of room to share it with a big man. If she was feeling like sharing the space. A Mistress’s prerogative.
Athena encouraged visitors to bring their swimsuits. With Tiger’s presence in mind, Skye had given thought to her choice. As she put it on, her body tightened, anticipating his reaction. Awhite string bikini, which could be adjusted to cover as much or as little as she preferred. The thin silken top shaped her nipples.
She tied a mid-thigh wrap over the suit, hiding it from view. On the way back to Tiger, she stopped at the kitchen to see what options the pantry and refrigerator offered. She found ample snacks and beverages, including a Mexican sauce and salsa sampler with fresh chips. Athena thought of everything.
She was hungry for other things right now, but that salsa was going to come in handy. When she emerged from the cottage, she was approaching him from behind, though she made sure the lighting from the house cast her shadow, alerting him to her return. The slight shift of his shoulders told her he’d noticed. She trailed her hand over the infinity symbol on his back, then moved to his tattooed shoulder, pausing on that scar. He tensed when she touched it. Not from pain, but from memory, so she didn’t linger.
She’d told him not to move, and he’d obeyed. He didn’t turn his head toward her. But the muscles under her hand were vibrating with energy.
She took her time, sliding her body against his buttocks, her upper thigh teasing his. They’d walked to the cottage with him like this, naked. She’d tucked his shorts in the overnight bag he carried for her. When patrons reluctantly taking their leave saw them, they had devoured him with their gazes, lingering on his cock in those snug spirals, the glitter of the chain mail rippling over his balls. The graceful movements of his body, the flex of his buttocks. She’d laid her hand on his elbow, guiding him. Staying in between him and them. Telegraphing ownership.
Now they were alone. She didn’t have to think of anyone else but him, and her own desires. Turning away from him, she untied and dropped the wrap and her phone on a nearby chair. She sauntered to the wading pool, pausing to dip her toe in, her arms lifting to her sides to balance herself on one foot.The concrete apron wasn’t wide, so she wasn’t surprised to find her outstretched hand clasped in his as her statue came to life, reaching out to steady her.
When he broke a rule, it was almost always for her benefit. To care for her.
The water’s temperature was comfortable. She followed the steps into the pool, deep enough at this end to reach her breasts, and dropped below the surface, immersing herself. When she came back up, she pushed her hair back, feeling the water wash over her body. As she turned around, she gestured to her eyes, then pointed up. She wanted his eyes on the heavens.
To avoid temptation, until temptation commanded him to do otherwise.
She could see the effort it took him to obey, especially as she came back up the stairs. She came close enough to touch his chin, then pointed to his eyes.You can look at me.As his eyes lowered, she stepped back.
