Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Dylan flipped through the live feeds of the cameras installed all over the resort’s common areas. Since the property was three-hundred acres, they were needed, not only for security, but to make sure that everything was going as planned, especially during the hectic opening week.
Of course, since the guests’ privacy was also important, none were installed in the cabins or the guest rooms in the lodge. Or in the farmhouse, of course.
From what he could see, everyone was having a good time. Guests were enjoying the pool and attached in-ground spa. A few sunbathers were taking advantage of the lounge chairs on the pool deck. Some of them were naked, others in bathing suits.
Signs posted around the pool reminded them that clothing was optional. The lodge lobby and dining hall were the only places where it was mandatory for guests to be dressed at all times.
He continued to scroll through the feed on his laptop and saw a small group heading out on a trail ride with one of their newly hired, but very experienced, wranglers. The wranglers were in charge of the herd’s care, as well as guiding guests on short horseback riding excursions around the property and the longer rides through Moshannon State Forest, which butted up against the property.
He next checked the event reservation system to see if anyone was booking the playrooms above The Mane Event Hall. Since the resort was all-inclusive, they weren’t charging extra for their use, but they had to be reserved in advance to avoid scheduling conflicts and to ensure the room was thoroughly cleaned after each session.
He was pleased to see that all eight themed playrooms were being used off and on throughout the day and night. He didn’t pay attention to which guests booked them until a couple familiar names caught his eye as he scrolled.
The first one being Dayne.
His twin reserved room one last night, the medical examining room, where guests could play doctor, nurse, or just take advantage of the equipment. Dylan wondered who Dayne had been playing doctor with and where he found that person. Had he hooked up with a guest?
They hadn’t made any rules about employees fraternizing with guests when off the clock. At least, not yet. They might need to. Not that Dayne was an actual employee, so the rules wouldn’t pertain to him or Danica, anyway.
Ultimately, it was best to keep his nose out of Dayne’s business in hope that he would stay out of Dylan’s.
The next familiar name had his heart stopping and when it restarted, it began to pound.
Ford Harris.
Now Ford was a damn employee. He booked room six, the impact room, from…
Dylan’s eyes sliced to the corner of his laptop screen.
Seriously? He was using the room right now? The fucking balls on that man. Not only was he in Erin’s life, he had also kissed Dylan last week.
A kiss Dylan was having a hard time wiping from his memory. Every time he laid in his massive bed at night—unfortunately, alone—he relived the kiss he shared with Erin before it morphed into the one with Ford.
Every damn time, he ended up hard as a rock and having to jack off on his own.
Maybe he needed to be more like his twin. Find a willing guest, book one of the playrooms and forget both Erin and Ford existed.
It might work. At least for a little while.
However, right now, seeing his name put Ford front and center in Dylan’s mind. He quickly went back to the camera footage to see who the facilities manager took upstairs for private playtime.
He rewound the recording from the hallway until he came across the exact moment Ford walked through the door to “Heaven.”
He stabbed his finger so hard on the keyboard to pause it, he was surprised the key didn’t shatter. He leaned in closer with narrowed eyes.
Was that…
Did he really…
The man not only had a huge set of balls, he was playing with fire when it came to his job.
He glanced to see for how long Ford had reserved the room, then at the time again. He slammed the lid closed on his laptop and shot to his feet. As he strode out of his office and patted his pockets to make sure he had his keys.
Just in case he needed them.
It took no more than two minutes to get to the rear of the event hall, ten seconds to jog up the back stairway, and less than that to get through the door.
Immediately, he noticed room two was also occupied with the blinds drawn.
He beelined it down to room six, where another couple stood in front of the window watching whatever Ford and his partner were doing inside the “impact” playroom.
A male guest—Dylan drew a blank on his name—was pressed against the woman standing in front of him. He had one hand down her shorts and another up her shirt. Her mouth was open, and her head thrown back against his shoulder, but her eyes remained glued to whatever was happening inside that room. The man watched the action inside room six, too, while whispering into his companion’s ear and playing with her.
Dylan ignored the twitch in his jeans and joined them at the window, leaving enough space between them so they didn’t feel crowded. They acted like he wasn’t there, and he did the same. What he couldn’t ignore was what was going on the other side of the glass.
Jesus.
Erin, completely naked, was sprawled face down across the spanking bench. A rubber bit gag filled her mouth.
Her arms were bound with leather cuffs behind her, but the restraints, attached to an O-ring above her, lifted them toward the ceiling. Her ankles were also cuffed, and her legs were spread and raised, too.
She was completely vulnerable in that position. She had no use of her arms or legs to get free. The gag also prevented her from saying a safe word.
He sure as hell hoped they had another way of communicating that, in case their scene got too intense.
Ford stood at the end of the bench with only his cargo pants pulled down far enough to rail her hard. With one hand, he kept jerking on the chain attached to clamps pinching her nipples.
Her ass was a bright cherry red with discernible welts. Most likely caused by the discarded riding crop nearby.
What the actual fuck?
He had no idea Erin was into impact play. But then, how would he know since they hadn’t kept in touch once he graduated high school. Most people reconnecting didn’t go straight for the, “I love to be tied up and have my ass whipped. How about you?” conversation.
Not that Dylan would share what he was into with anyone but a partner. It wasn’t anyone else’s business.
Once over his initial shock, Dylan realized neither Ford nor Erin were paying attention to their audience. They were lost in their own world, while Dylan’s employee continued to fuck his ex-girlfriend.
With his pulse now rushing in his ears, he continued to watch them, unable to walk away. Hell , he couldn’t even turn away. His cock, now as hard as steel, throbbed intensely with each heartbeat.
It hit him then, he had never seen Erin completely naked before. Of course, they fooled around as young kids—just normal teenage stuff—but he never let it get further than that since they were going to wait until she turned eighteen.
Even so, he was damn sure back then she did not look as she did now. She was much more mature and filled out. But it was her red ass that kept drawing his attention.
She allowed Ford to use a crop on her.
Was this the first time? Or did they play like this on a regular basis?
Did she like it? Seek it out? Or was Ford the one who liked to spice things up and somehow convinced her to go along with it?
And leaving the blinds open? Dylan wasn’t sure if he himself would be secure enough to do that. He valued his privacy and letting others watch him, whether by himself or with partners, went against his grain.
Erin didn’t look worried, embarrassed, or even tense. Instead, her face was full of what Dylan could only describe as ecstasy. If he listened closely enough, he could also hear her moaning around the rubber bit every time Ford slammed his cock into her.
Dylan took a snapshot in his mind of the scene before him and tucked it away for later. Despite that, he wished like hell he was standing in Ford’s place. But he wasn’t, and Erin might not even want him there.
The woman next to him whimpered, then bucked against her man before releasing a long sigh. Most likely she just got off.
Dylan wished he could pull out his cock right then and there and do the same, but it was important to remember that he was one of the owners of this resort. Business came first. Pleasure second. He and his siblings needed to act professional while in the public eye, then they could do whatever they wanted behind the privacy of a closed door.
The male guest next to him asked, “You’re the owner, right?”
“One of them,” he muttered.
“I have to say, so far, we’re really enjoying our stay. My wife and I have traveled all over the world and even stayed at every swingers resort we could find, but this place… I have a feeling it’s a gem that, with time, will only shine brighter and brighter. I can’t wait to tell our friends about it.”
Dylan reluctantly pulled his attention from inside the room to the couple next to him. “I’m glad you’re enjoying your time with us, and we would love to welcome your friends here. We’re also open to any suggestions, so make sure to fill out our online survey after you check out.”
“We will,” the man responded.
The woman pulled herself free from her husband’s embrace. “Will we see you at dinner?”
When he could, he stopped at each table during one of the meals and made sure guests were enjoying themselves. If any issues were mentioned, he wanted to nip those in the bud immediately. Complaints were taken seriously since word of mouth would be the best advertising, especially since it was also free.
“Maybe,” Dylan mumbled. “If not, enjoy the rest of your day.”
The woman’s lips curved up and she squeezed her partner’s forearm. “We plan on it.” With that, they turned and, with her husband’s hand possessively planted on the small of her back, headed toward the exit.
Now he could concentrate on the other couple behind the closed door without any distractions. Dylan turned just in time to see Ford take a couple more hard thrusts before burying himself deep and staying there. Ford’s hips and glutes flexed a few times as he came inside Erin.
To Dylan, it seemed like Ford took forever to pull out but maybe because he was being impatient. When Ford finally slipped from Erin, Dylan couldn’t miss that the man was, once again, not wearing a condom. That twisted Dylan’s gut.
Ford’s slick erection bobbed freely as he leaned over, brushed his palms over her red ass and then placed a kiss on each cheek.
Then he straightened and turned…
They specifically didn’t want one-way glass for the playrooms. Some people got off from people watching. Others loved to create a show for an audience.
Dylan and Ford’s eyes met and held for far too long. Ford finally jerked into motion, approaching the window and giving Dylan an eyeful of his impressive girthy cock. His balls hung heavily over the elastic band of his boxer briefs. He also got a glimpse of powerful thighs lightly covered in dark hair.
Dylan wanted to see more. He wanted to see all of Ford. Unfortunately, the closer Ford got to the window, the less Dylan could see. When they only had the glass separating them, Dylan waited for Ford to say something.
He didn’t. With his expression masked, his arm shot out and within seconds, the blinds were pulled shut, blocking Dylan’s view of both the man and Erin, still tied up on the spanking bench.
Regretfully, Dylan would miss the aftercare Ford provided her. Most likely a bottle of water or one of the Gatorades kept stocked in the mini-fridge. Ointment for her welts. A massage to soothe her stiff muscles. Cleaning up her cum-filled cunt.
Maybe even him moving around to the front of the spanking bench and making her suck his cock clean.
If asked, Dylan would volunteer to do that for him. Or even lick Erin’s pussy clean. He would do anything to taste the two people he wanted the most right now.
Would they shower together in the attached bathroom? Share cuddles and kisses? Would he praise her and tell her what a good girl she was?
Or would they have a conversation about Dylan standing outside the window like a jealous stalker.
His imagination was running wild.
But one thing he knew for sure: it should’ve been him in that room playing with Erin. Not Ford.