Despite having promised to stay out in the barn, Violet couldn’t resist sneaking into the house—her house now—and peeking into the rooms. No matter what that big bossy builder said about rotting floorboards and overstressed beams, the realtor had walked her though all the rooms when she’d first considered buying the farm. Well, it was her grandfather who’d bought it really, but she was the one who’d be living here.
Her grandfather was extremely wealthy and his only child, her father, had been killed in Afghanistan by an IED. He wasn’t even a soldier, just a mad-keen photographer who’d wanted to take pictures out in the countryside. Violet couldn’t remember him. She’d only been eighteen months old at the time.
Her mother hadn’t been able to cope with the death of the man she loved, turning first to alcohol, and then to social drugs, and finally to illegal hard drugs. Grandpop had admitted her to a rehabilitation program but it was too late. She’d overdosed and was dead before Violet’s fourth birthday.
Fortunately Grandpop had been one of five children and Violet had been reared in the midst of a plethora of second and third cousins, most of whom seemed to have large families of their own.
Violet tilted her head to the side. She could hear water dripping. That was weird. The workmen weren’t here yet and she hadn’t noticed it last night. She walked into the kitchen and looked at the sink, but the faucets there were turned off properly. Next she stepped into the laundry room but once again the faucets weren’t responsible for the noise. Which seemed a little louder now.
Could the noise be coming from upstairs? Violet tipped her head up to look at the ceiling. She’d kept her word and not been up there at all, but maybe now was the time to go looking. She walked out of the laundry, down the hallway, past the little room she’d planned to stay in, and into the great room. This was the heart of the house, a gigantic space, part dining room, part living room, and part sunroom. Already Violet could picture herself here wrapped in a blanket in front of the huge open fire in winter, or sitting in a rocking chair by the window in summer.
The noise was definitely louder. She hurried now over to the staircase only to stop in surprise. Water was trickling down it, forming a puddle at the base of the lowest step.
“Hot damn. Some idiot must have left water running all night.”
Violet began to run up the stairs, glad the water was only a trickle, and that the workmen would be here soon to clean up the mess.
Just as she reached the top, there was a booming crack, as if a thunderstorm was directly over her head, and Violet was drenched in water. The ceiling dropped down in pieces all around her and water, harder than any rainstorm, pelted over her, soaking her to the skin in a heartbeat. Violet found herself sitting on her ass, the force of the water racing her down the stairs and dumping her at the bottom in the midst of a growing flood.
She picked herself up and staggered through the swimming pool that had been her living room ten seconds ago to open the front door and let the water out. Then she gripped the handrail of the stairs and pushed her way against the tide to find out what faucet needed turning off. Once again, she’d just reached the top when a loud voice said, “Are you crazy, woman? What the fuck are you doing?”
She lost her grip on the handrail in her surprise, and once again splashed down to land on her ass and be swept down the stairs. The water wasn’t pouring out as fast now, and it was just like riding a waterslide at the fun park. She landed at the bottom of the stairs, laughing hard. “Oh, my god, what a ride.”
Two brawny arms hauled her to her feet and held her tight. “Are you injured?”
She looked up into the tanned face and brown eyes of the bossy builder. “I’m fine. That was the most amazing waterslide I’ve ever ridden in my life. There seems to be a problem upstairs.”
“No kidding. What the fuck were you doing? I told you to stay out of the house.”
Violet pulled away from him. “I only came in because I heard a faucet dripping. I didn’t make it upstairs to turn it off before the ceiling fell in.”
“The ceiling fell in?”
“Are you okay?”
Violet turned to look at the doorway. The second voice was her yummy cowboy. He was ankle deep in water but staring at her. Suddenly Violet realized she was soaking wet and fast getting really cold.
She’d closed her eyes to revel in the multiple sensations of Raff’s touch, but they snapped open again in a hurry when she felt Darcy’s thicker, stronger, rougher hand on her ass. It was interesting. Both men worked with their hands in hard physical labor, and both had calluses, and rough skin. But Raff’s touch was always gentle and soft compared to Darcy’s, which was much more determined. Violet wondered if it was because Raff was more used to gentling horses and getting them to obey him, whereas Darcy dealt with lumber and inanimate objects more.
Either way, she didn’t have to look to know whose fingers were on her ass. This time he was using regular lube. Last time the lube had been a warming one, which had heated her on the inside along with every touch of the men’s fingers. This time, as before, the lube was massaged inside her, softening and stretching her ready to receive her men, but it seemed different without the added element of heat. Not that she needed anything more than the knowledge that soon she, Raff, and Darcy would be in bed together and once again she was ensured of an excellent orgasm.
A-Grade orgasms and these men were a done deal she figured. She couldn’t imagine either of them ever letting her down. Violet pushed back on Darcy’s fingers, only to have Raff kneel down at her feet and begin trailing the dildo over her pussy lips again. He’d done that before, but only very briefly. She hoped that right now he’d be a whole lot more definite.
Because Darcy was behind her and the spreader bar was keeping her legs apart, not to mention the fact that she was bent right over gripping her ankles, it was a bit of a miracle that Raff could even reach her pussy. Although his arms were quite a bit longer than hers, which would help. However, he managed it. The dildo stroked over her clit, almost causing her to beg him to do it again. But she kept her mouth shut. Likely the moment she spoke Darcy would call the entire scene off. Or make her go back to having her hair wired to the ceiling. Or something else equally devilish. No, she could wait.
Just when she was ready to scream at Raff to put the dildo inside her, even if it did mean getting her hair tied up again, Darcy unbuckled one of her ankles from the spreader bar. Immediately Raff began teasing her pussy entry with the dildo, gradually working it inside her. Violet sighed with relief, and then realized Darcy was massaging her ass deeper and more temptingly. Fucking hell. Now she wanted more than just his fingers inside her ass. The dildo in her pussy simply wasn’t enough to satisfy her. Actually, the only thing that would satisfy her were her men’s cocks. The toys were fun, but cocks were much better.
Raff removed the dildo from her cunt and once again Violet had to bite her lip so she didn’t demand he put it back. Instead he locked her foot in the spreader bar again. What the fuck now?
One by one, Raff put her stilettos back on, helping her to maintain her balance, despite the spreader bar, as he did so. Meanwhile Darcy continued to prepare her ass. She was ready. She didn’t need him to do that anymore. She was certain she could take his cock now. Almost as if he’d read her mind Raff stepped back from her. Good. The scene must be over already. Now we can go to bed. I hope they’ve booked a room here because I really don’t want to have to wait until we get to a hotel.
Just then Darcy pushed the dildo into her ass. Hot damn! She was full to the brim with the fucking thing, and the strands of the flogger hung down, tickling the skin of her ass and her inner thighs with the faint movement of the air in the dungeon. That’s going to send me mad with lust.
Violet concentrated on remaining absolutely still. Even though there were no sounds at all in the dungeon, she was absolutely certain Raff and Darcy were communicating with each other, planning something behind her back. She listened as hard as she could but couldn’t pinpoint anything to clue her in to what would happen next.
Raff appeared in front of her, holding her trench coat. She went to turn around so he could help her put it on, but he shook his head at her. Violet just stared at him. He continued to hold it out to her, the inside back facing her.
“You want me to put it on backward?”
“What the fuck for?”
Again he simply stood there. Violet really couldn’t see the point of obeying him, but they were still in the dungeon so she slid her arms into the sleeves and let him step around her, folding the coat around her and tying the belt under her bust. That was wrong. With the belt right up there, as soon as she moved the flaps would fly open and expose her legs and the dildo in her ass.
Ah fuck! That was the whole point. They were going to walk her through the BDSM club with the fucking dildo and flogger strands hanging out of her ass like a fucking tail! Fucking hell!