Holly Martin climbed out of the big four wheel drive vehicle, looked around her and let out a long breath. A heavy breeze lifted strands of her auburn hair and whipped them across her creamy cheeks. She pulled her jacket a little tighter around her small frame and looked at the man who'd arrived with her.
"Oh, Michael. It's beautiful." She stretched out her arms and turned in a circle. "Just absolutely beautiful. It reminds me of my grandparents' place in Maine."
And so it did. This cottage just outside of Glendale, in the Isle of Skye, looked as if it had been set down in paradise. Made of stone and wood, it perched on a windswept bluff overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. Surrounding it were acres of natural grounds. Michael had told her it was a wildlife habitat, and this was the only house that would ever be built here. It made a perfect, private setting for the outrageous sexual adventures in which Duncan McLaughlin and his friends engaged in on a regular basis.
Holly had been looking forward to this visit ever since Michael had approached her about it. She'd met Duncan McLaughlin when he'd come to Denver on a business trip and stayed with the two of them. By then menage with closely selected friends had become a regular occurrence, something she'd grown into and not only felt comfortable with but thoroughly enjoyed. The memory of the week the three of them had spent together sent shivers through her.
The thought of another week alone with both men spent entirely in sexual activities had given rise to many nights of erotic dreams. All through the long plane trip, the connecting flight and the drive, her body had tingled with anticipation, knowing what she was stepping into.
She and Michael had been together for four years. Tuning in to her natural submissive desire on their first date, he'd brought her along carefully to the type of D/s relationship he liked, introducing her to things she'd never thought she'd dare to try. By the time she'd experienced her first menage, she'd been willing to try anything as long as it gave him pleasure, knowing that she was the one who controlled that pleasure. It was both freeing and empowering.
But lately she'd wondered where this...thing...between them would go next. Never the clingy type, she still wondered what the future held for them. Several times on the plane trip, she'd thought of casually asking him then bitten her tongue. She didn't want to destroy the mood of this trip and what they would all experience. She tucked her question in a corner of her brain, packing it away until they were back in their own place.
She lifted her face to the sun and let the strong breeze caress her skin. Everything smelled fresh and clean and looked freshly washed. A painting would not have done it justice.
Michael came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, his hands sliding under her sweater to cup her breasts. END EXCERPT