Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
“On the same page?” Cara asked Heath. “In which way? Horny or a rule breaker?”
He didn’t bother to fight his grin. “Both.”
“Are we done with questions for now?” Dayne interrupted. “Once we’re done here and continue the tour, you’ll have plenty of time to ask more.”
“What if I have questions inside there?” Cara lifted her chin towards the closed, windowless door.
“If they’re time sensitive, ask. If not, try to wait. Let’s try to keep our voices down and not disturb anyone inside.”
Cara nodded as Dayne pulled open the steel door.
Heath’s heart sped up. He might not be into the Dom/sub dynamics, but he did have a few preferred kinks. Like Dayne, he loved sex and intimacy. He just didn’t get enough of it.
Especially lately.
This break was sorely needed.
After Dayne guided Cara inside, Heath followed and shut the door behind him .
Glancing down the wide hallway lit by rose-colored lights, he was sure the playrooms were popular with guests. Since it was afternoon, only a few guests currently filled the hallway, gathered in front of windows with open blinds .
Dayne flipped a hand to their right and whispered, “Medical Room, if you’re in the mood to play doctor, nurse, or patient. Blood play, golden showers and the like are allowed in this one. It’s full of medical equipment and tools, of course, as well as an exam table with stirrups.”
That could be fun. Unfortunately, the blinds were closed. He had to assume the room was not only occupied, but by guests wanting privacy.
Their hot-as-fuck tour guide flipped a hand to their left. “The Entertainment Room.”
Since the room was empty and the blinds open, Heath could see it included things like a stripper pole in the center, a sex swing in one corner, and a Sybian saddle machine in another. The walls not facing the window were mirrored, as well as the ceiling.
This also looked like a fun room. He could picture Cara dancing around the pole and doing a striptease to some sexy music.
Dayne added, “The Sybian has a variety of attachments.”
Keeping his voice down, Heath asked, “Are all the rooms usually equally busy?”
“No. We plan to reevaluate the less popular rooms in a few months and maybe change out the theme.
Of course, some similar equipment and toys are in every room.
Toys and tools commonly used, like whips, crops, paddles, dildos, and strap-ons.
There are also supplies like lube, condoms, and dental dams; just like in your accommodations.
“We also didn’t forget items needed for aftercare, like ice, ointments, bottled water, even sports drinks. We tried to think of everything, but if we missed anything important, we’re always open to suggestions for toys, supplies, or even themes.”
Being open to suggestions from their guests was a plus. It probably was a benefit to the resort, too. Keep a guest happy and they’ll keep coming back.
Dayne continued down the hallway. “Room three is the puppy play room,”
Also unoccupied at the moment.
“Room four is all about bondage and restraints.” Dayne paused in front of that window.
Not only was it occupied, the blinds were wide open, a clear invitation for guests to watch.
“Come, Cara. See if this is something you might like to explore.” He reached for her and brought her forward to stand in front of him.
Heath stepped behind Dayne—not quite touching, but damn close—and studied the breadth of his shoulders and back. He had the urge to lick the nape of his corded neck, but managed to refrain.
Lifting his gaze, he pointed it at Cara while she focused on the action inside the playroom, then past her to see what she was watching.
A woman, wearing a skin-tight purple vinyl catsuit, showcasing a generous amount of cleavage, and three-inch spiked heels, circled a naked man suspended from the ceiling, bound by ropes.
Shibari. Japanese rope bondage.
A true art.
Dayne leaned forward and whispered, “The woman is the rigger or rope top. The man is the receiver or rope bottom. This form of rope play is called Shibari. Jute and hemp rope are used more often than not, instead of soft or silky rope. We’ve had experts come in and do demos for our guests and it’s quite impressive, even breathtaking, when done right.
I haven’t done it myself, so I’m certainly no expert, but I do appreciate the skill involved.
But as always, communication and trust are key. ”
Heath could hear Cara’s breathing catch. He would love to see her bound like that. Those ropes would frame her curves perfectly.
“The rope can create sensations of pleasure or pain, depending on the technique used and what the receiver desires,” Heath added softly. Like Dayne, he’d never had it done to him, but wasn’t opposed to it with an experienced rigger.
The woman even had the man’s cock and balls bound tightly, too. Heath wasn’t sure he’d be down for that. Cock ring, sure. Cock cage, maybe. But the possibility of cutting off the circulation to his family jewels was pushing it a little too far for him.
Once the woman finished tying her last knot, she stepped back to appreciate her work.
“Let’s keep going,” Dayne encouraged after a few more seconds.
The blinds were closed on room five, and for whatever reason, Dayne skipped mentioning its theme, instead, stopping in front of room six next. “This room was set up specifically for impact play.”
This room was where the most observers gathered in the hallway.
Once again, Dayne tucked Cara in front of him so she’d have an unobstructed view. And once again, Heath stepped close enough to sandwich the younger man between them. Heath flared his nostrils to fill his lungs with whatever subtle cologne Dayne wore .
He wondered if Dayne was a giver or receiver, or if he was fine with either, depending on the circumstances.
Heath himself was good with either, depending on the partner or partners he was with. Given a choice, he preferred to top other men but he’d bottom for someone he trusted.
The impact room was occupied by four individuals.
A naked, dark-haired woman was strapped to a St. Andrews Cross.
Since she faced it, they could see numerous raised welts all over her ass, back, and thighs.
The tails on that flogger being wielded were not made of soft suede, but instead what looked like nylon paracord.
That was some serious shit.
For himself, he preferred a weighted flogger with soft tails. He found the heavy, rhythmic thumping relaxing. However, this woman looked relaxed, too, so he had no doubt she had dropped into her subspace.
In the center of the room was a custom-made spanking bench.
On that bench was a man whose ass looked like it was on fire.
Nearby was a wooden paddle with holes to give it more of a wallop.
His arms and legs were secured to the legs of the custom piece with chains, a ball gag filled his mouth, and a black leather blindfold covered his eyes.
The man’s fiery ass cheeks were kept spread open by some contraption he’d never seen before. Standing behind him at the end of the bench was a woman wearing a harness with a strap-on attached.
Heath sure hoped she had used a lot of lube because she was pegging the man with no mercy, especially considering the size of the dildo attached. It was far from average.
His own cheeks clenched at the size. He was up for almost anything, but he did have his limits.
A sound next to them had them glancing to their right .
A male guest instructed the woman he was with to plant her hands on the wall next to the window and tip her ass up and out.
After quickly fumbling with his pants, he then flipped up her short skirt, ripped her thong to the side, licked three fingers and rubbed them against her plump, pink folds.
Shuffling forward, he lined up his cock and jammed himself deep, causing the pretty brunette to throw back her head, mewing in pleasure.
Gripping her hips tightly, her partner kept ramming hard and deep.
Heath was torn on whether to keep eyes on them, watch the action inside the room, or take in Cara’s expressions.
Instead of simply watching, he decided to take a little action by pressing his lips to the exposed skin at the back of Dayne’s neck, at the same time curling his hand around the front to collar it possessively.
He put his mouth to Dayne’s ear and slightly squeezed his fingers tighter. Dayne’s pulse raced against his palm. “Do you like that?”
“I don’t hate it,” came his rumble.
Cara turned her attention to them from the couple fucking only inches away.
Heath circled Dayne with his other arm, thumbing the hard tip of one nipple over the resort owner’s polo shirt before running his hand down the man’s abs and finally cupping the erection pressing against his zipper.
Heath pressed his own hard-on against Dayne’s ass.
He figured Dayne invited them to a “hands-on” tour but didn’t realize it would happen toward the beginning of the journey. “If I asked you to drop to your knees right here and suck my cock, would you?”
Dayne asked, “Would you like to see that, Cara?”
“I…” She cleared her throat, then lifted her chin and answered, “Yes. ”
“I can’t do it here,” Dayne whispered. “We can find a more secluded spot on our tour.”
“Understood,” Heath said. Most likely because he was a co-owner. Maybe he was limited to where and when he played with the guests.
Though, he did finger Cara out in the open this morning. But then, he had remained completely clothed and anyone from a distance might have only thought it was an intimate hug.
The man next to them planted himself deep one more time and his hips jerked as he obviously came. Not even seconds after he pulled out and tucked himself away, he glanced over at them and asked, “Anybody else?”
Dayne shook his head and Heath murmured a, “No.”
Heath had no idea who the brunette was to the guy, but apparently he didn’t mind sharing. While Heath would normally be up for that, he had his eye on another woman. Only, she was blonde with a hell of an ass he would love to wreck.
He doubted he would get that chance, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t fantasize about it. Luckily, he had almost a full week to see how far they could get.
Since her sexual experience seemed to be limited, he might not get very far at all in that department. This week needed to be all positive experiences for her. If they were, she might return and continue her education.
Too bad he wouldn’t be here to help with that. However, the owner of the cock he was stroking would be.
“We need to keep going.” Dayne’s voice sounded a bit strained.
“Am I tempting you?”
“You are. And again, this isn’t the best place to do anything about it. ”
“Understood,” Heath repeated, reluctantly freeing him and stepping back.
Dayne blew out a relieved breath and pointed to the last two rooms. “Room eight at the end and on the right is for extreme play. Again, anyone into electro-stimulation, wax play, blood play and the like. We put it at the end on purpose. By the crowd down there, I’m taking an educated guess that the room is occupied with the blinds open.
I’d say let’s not shock Cara with that. Just yet. ”
Heath’s eyes sliced to her. He agreed with not scaring her. “Baby steps,” he murmured.
“I think it’s for the best.” Dayne turned toward her. “However, I don’t want to take that decision away from you. If you want to head?—”
“I’m good for now,” she quickly answered, with her cheeks still flushed. She was also wringing her hands together.
Heath pulled her twisted fingers free from each other, lifting one hand to his mouth and brushing his lips over the back of it.
“Like he said, you don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.
This place is set up for pleasure, not fear.
Not everyone has the same tastes or kinks.
Some desires are much darker than others. ”
“Apparently.”
“No rush to figure out what you crave. It’ll come naturally if you let it.”
“C’mon,” Dayne encouraged. “Let’s finish the rest of the tour before dark.”
As they headed to the exit, Heath wasn’t sure which playroom was his favorite yet. He might have to try them all and see.
Dayne showed them the spa, the sheds, the barn, the paddocks, even the farthest fields in double time. Heath swore both he and Cara had to hang on to the jostling UTV so they wouldn’t get launched out of it every time Dayne sped over a bump or hit a pothole along the dirt lanes.
On their way to the far end of the three-hundred-acre property, he only pointed at the new employee bunkhouse, explaining it was almost complete. He also did a quick drive-by of the half dozen employee cabins that were being built behind the bunkhouse.
The resort was set up similarly to a true ranch that housed their wranglers and ranch hands. The difference was, their business was merely enhanced by the livestock and animals they kept. They didn’t rely on them to be the business.
On their return to the main resort area, Dayne hooked a sharp left at the cabins and parked behind the one farthest from the main dirt lane. He quickly shut down the engine and climbed out.
“Is this the more secluded spot you mentioned?”
Dayne’s answer was, “It is.”
Now, the only question was whether Dayne would actually get down on his knees or expect Heath to.
And what Cara would be doing during it.