Chapter 1
We sit in the car in silence for a few minutes as James begins the drive to Daylesford, a sleepy town of hot springs and countryside and then we both speak at the same time.
“You go first,” I say.
“No sorry, you speak,” James replies looking at me with a longing in his eyes I have never seen before.
They are asking me to choose him, not the eight men still cramming into my brain and my heart.
I knew it would be an experience spending seven days with eight men, but not once did I ever consider the pain of saying goodbye to them.
It’s not that I didn’t want to go back to James, it’s just that there are a lot of feelings raging through me and I don’t know how to deal with them or what to make of them.
Where does that leave me and my husband when there are currently eight other men in our relationship?
“How was the week with the kids, did everything go ok?” I ask almost sheepishly. I don’t want to talk about my time away, not yet, I’m not ready to explore those feelings with James yet and judging by the look in his eyes, he knows that.
The 1.5 hours’ drive to Daylesford passes with light chit chat about the kids, James’ work, our families and just about anything other than what I have been doing for the past seven days.
It feels like a cloud is hanging low over our heads, the air feels thick with a tension neither of us is trying to break or even acknowledge.
When James pulls up to a cute, white-brick Victorian house garnished with beautiful flowers and bushes, I know this is exactly where I want to be.
I open the car door and eye the pretty house before climbing out as James climbs out and pulls our weekend bags from the car boot.
I follow James’ lead, and we walk through the iron gate and up the cobblestone pathway.
Keying a code into the lock, the shiny green door opens, and I follow James inside the quaintly decorated house and close the door behind me.
There is a long, chequered rug that runs the hallway but I don’t make it two steps from the door when James turns and the look in his eyes startles me still.
“Take off your clothes,” he says in a low, almost choked voice. His eyes burn into me and I startle at the heat blazing in them. Is it pain or desire I’m staring into?
I go to speak, open my mouth to say, “Jame—”
“Now,” he cuts me off.
I stand with my mouth almost hanging open, shocked at the person I know so well staring back at me so unfamiliarly.
I almost go to speak again but think better of it.
I stare back at him surprised but I do what he says.
I step out of my shoes. I unbutton my blouse before pulling the arms down over my shoulders and off my body.
I am not wearing a bra because one of the other men kept it.
I unzip my skirt and pull it down over my naked hips, I’m not wearing any panties because that same man kept them also.
James glares at my naked body, he reaches out and turns on the lights above and I feel suddenly illuminated, every inch of me exposed and on display.
James’ eyes sweep down my neck, across my chest and shoulders, lower down past my breasts to my navel and the apex of my legs then back up to meet my eyes.
Walking slowly, he stands in front of me with only a hair’s breadth between us, running his forefinger down the side of my neck as he inspects the marks the others have left on my body.
“What was he doing to you when he left this mark?” he almost growls into my ear.
“Dr Jack lost control after he used a speculum on both my vagina and my arsehole to stretch me open and ravaged me,” I whisper as I stand bolt upright, feeling as if I’m answering the questions of a sergeant general, not my sweet caring husband.
James leans into me and I feel his mouth on my neck as his kisses and sucks in the place where his finger was just pointing.
My body melts into his as my head rolls back and I take a shallow shaky breath; this man has got me all confused and my nerves are on edge.
James is not gentle, running his teeth across my neck and sucking hard knowing he’s marking me, erasing the place where Dr Jack marked me.
Pulling away, James’ lips are pink and shiny, his finger is back on my neck and his eyes are trained on my body. His gaze trails down to my collarbone and to my right breast and the tattoo of the rose he had branded onto my skin. There is a trail of hickeys and a bite mark yellowing under the skin.
“What was he doing to you when he left this mark?” James growls the question pointing at the bite mark.
“Dr Jack was ravishing me after he took medical samples. He enjoyed your brand and wanted to leave his own.”
James nods his head subtly to my answer before lowering his head to the bite mark on my right breast and sucks deeply. I gulp in a breath at the sudden hard suction focused so close to my nipple and moan into the pleasure he is building inside of me.
Raising back to his standing height, James looks back at my breast and looks satisfied he’s replaced the bite mark and memory of Dr Jack with his own.
Not meeting my eyes, he traces his index finger across my shoulder blade and walks around me. His finger trails my back leaving goosebumps in its wake as his fingers settle on the remaining marks from David’s impact play.
“What was done to you here?” James asks, lighter in tone but heavily laced in desire.
“David likes BDSM and impact play. He used his hands, a paddle and a cane.”
Dropping to his knees James runs his tongue along every remaining welt and bruise David left on my body.
He takes his time savouring my healing lines of impact, up and down his tongue moves across my bottom and the top of my thighs.
The strokes of his tongue feel delicious on my heating skin, liquid heat begins pooling between my legs.
This is not how I envisaged our weekend of reconnecting to begin.
Pulling away from my impact lines, James presses a hand heavily on my lower back, so I bend over directly in front of him. Running his tongue along the seam of my backside he asks, “Who had you here and how many times?”
My words stumble in my fuzzy brain as I reach out my arms to the walls to steady myself.
James continues to lap at my rosette, and I manage to mumble, “Blake took me there first when I was riding his partner Jake’s cock.
Tom took me there when I thought he was hate fucking me to show me he didn’t approve of selling myself.
Then Dr Jack did yesterday during our goodbye gangbang. ”
James pulls away after I have answered the question to his satisfaction, he begins to stand and I straighten up to standing again, straight back again, like I’m under investigation.
James walks back around to my front, not looking into my eyes, he lowers them to my shaved pussy. Running his thumb across the impossibly small stubble he asks, “Who shaved you here?”
“Carl,” I reply, “Every morning.”
“Did you like it?”
“Yes,” I breathe, “Every second was erotic, the care he took, the focus and dedication to shaving every inch of my folds had me near ready to explode by the end of each session.”
Sliding back to his knees he eyes the slight tears on my folds from the clamps that bit into them when they were stretched open and wide.
“What did they do to you here?” he asks, curious but still not looking up at me.
“David ordered Jake to clamp my pussy lips open, they were tied with twine to my thighs, so I was completely open and exposed.”
Bending his head, James takes one of my folds into his mouth and sucks gently, lapping his tongue against the skin before moving to the other one. Once he’s finished, he finds the bud I so desperately need him to touch, and he runs the flat of his tongue up once, making my whole body quiver.
“How many times did this pussy take a cock Rosie?”
I stand, mentally counting all the times I was taken in the past week and eventually get to my answer. “25,” I reply.
James laps again more focused on my throbbing bundle of nerves.
I hold his head there as pleasure builds and builds but too soon he pulls away and begins to stand.
Finally his eyes meet mine and they are hungry, his mouth is on mine, devouring me.
His tongue is delving deep into my mouth, our teeth clash and his mouth opens wider as his hands circle my nape holding me so close, I cannot move from his breathless kiss.
My mouth is filled with him, the taste of me on his tongue as it stokes hungrily against mine.
Pulling away panting, he asks, griping my chin, “How many times was this mouth used?”
I try to remember but how can I forget, I just count the memories until I get to my answer.
“7,” I reply and he’s on me again, sucking every breath from my lungs, eating my mouth and sucking out my soul.
The kiss is all consuming and urgent, it makes my knees weak and my toes curl.
I feel the length of his cock pressing hard against my navel and I ache for him to be inside of me.
James nips at my lips before breaking us apart again.
“I have something for you. Something you have earned.”
I look into his eyes trying to read him and his remark. I raise an eyebrow questioningly but don’t say anything, I’m still breathless and yearning for him to tip me over the edge of the orgasm he’s been building.
James casually walks over to his brown leather overnight bag, unzips it and retrieves a box. Walking back over to me he opens the black leather box and I audibly gasp. Inside is a thick, black velvet choker. I’ve never seen anything like it before.
“You are to wear this choker as a collar whenever I say you are to submit to me,” James commands and my pussy flutters so violently, I nearly orgasm from his words alone.
I know what this means, this means he’s going to step into his new, fully dominant role, which means I now have my own role to assume.
“I love it,” I gasp as I hold the gift box as he takes out the choker and fastens it around my neck.
It has a gold buckle at the back and although it feels snug, it also fits me perfectly—just tight enough so I’m very aware it is there but loose enough to breathe easily and unrestrained.
I raise my hands to feel it between my fingers, the material is sturdy but soft on the outside.
James steps back to admire my new accessory.
A grin turns up his lips in appreciation of the view.
“You look fucking stunning Rosie. Now you will submit to me whenever I place this collar around your neck, do you understand?”
“Yes,” I breathe in reply.
“Do you agree to be my submissive Rosie?”
“I agree James.”
“Your safe word is the same as Clarendon’s, what is it Rosie?”
“Neptune.”
“Can I trust you to use it Rosie?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what, Rosie?”
“Yes Sir,” I reply as heat blazes up my body.
“Good girl.” His voice is an intoxicating blend of pride and desire. “Now tell me Rosie, is there anything you’d like to ask me right now?”
The smoulder in his eyes has me stuttering, “I-I would like to come. Pl-lease Sir.”
“Beg,” is James’ only reply.
“I need you James, Sir. I need you to make me come.”
“More.”
“I’ll do anything, I’ll take it however it’s given, please just help me come.”
James steps into me and whispers in my ear, “Good girl,” making me shudder in anticipation. He slides his left arm around my waist, so I’m held snugly to his body whilst his right hand lowers slowly down my stomach past my navel and down to my clit where he begins to rub his thumb up and down.
“Please,” I beg, “more.” Replacing his slow thumb movements with two fingers, he adds pressure as he circles my clit just the way I need it. I can feel the building orgasm so close with every circle.
“You belong to me, Rose Petal. Say it.”
“I belong to you, Sir.”
“Your pussy belongs to me, your arsehole belongs to me, your throat belongs to me.”
“Yes,” I whimper as my building orgasm rips through my body causing me to shudder in James’ arms as he rubs out the tremors that begin to rack my body. Bliss, this is what I needed. I float down from my high and lay my head on his shoulder. “Thank you,” I breathe into his ear.
“I never get enough of watching you come Rosie, nothing makes me harder than watching you tip over the edge so deliciously.” Pulling my loose, pliable body into his again, he lowers his lips to mine and tenderly kisses me.
I can no longer taste myself as much as I can taste us, our combined flavours and desires.
I begin to come back to my senses and run my hand along his length before James pulls away.
“Did I say you can touch me there?”
Frowning and confused, I reply, “No.”
“You can touch me there when I give you permission. You have had enough cock this past week. Right now, we are going to get you bathed, fed and out in the fresh air. No cocks.” And as an afterthought he adds, “But rest assured, plenty of cock will be back on the menu this weekend, I am using every ounce of control to stay out of your beautiful, used-up body right now.”