One Ring (Suncoast Society #28)(15)

Then Carl turned on the vibrator and pressed it between her legs from behind her.

She froze, the orgasm shocking her with its suddenness and intensity. Gasping for breath, she moaned, arching her back to press against the vibrator even as Don continued spanking her.

Finally, as she lay there gasping over his lap, Don stopped the spanking and Carl turned the vibrator off and draped a towel over her.

She felt Don lean in. “Are you all right?”

She nodded, processing, unable to speak yet. She hadn’t been ready for the orgasm to stop.

And, damn, that had been far better than any orgasm Mike had ever given her.

Ever!

She heard Marcia talking to them, then felt her lean in. “Mel? You all right?”

“Super green,” she mumbled, remembering a line from Marcia’s class that had made everyone laugh.

Marcia stroked her hair. “Okay. If you need me, holler.”

She didn’t want to open her eyes. She sensed the men waiting on her to recover before they started untying her.

She really didn’t want them to untie her. She wanted to lie there all night with them, but knew that was unrealistic.

They now probably thought she was a clingy psycho or something.

Gathering herself together, she raised her head. “Okay.”

They helped her sit up and started untying her. As much as she could, she kept her head tipped over against one or the other of them, just wanting the damn contact.

How long had it been since she’d been able to snuggle?

Forever, it felt like.

When they finished, she was afraid they might say okay, see ya, but they didn’t. They helped her get her dress back on. She shoved her bra into her purse and nearly cried tears of gratitude when they suggested going over to one of the couches to sit and talk for a while.

Yes, please!

As she sat there with them, a blanket wrapped around her, Marcia checked on her again and brought her a bottle of water.

“Wow, a fire cupping and a forced orgasm scene with spanking. So what do you think of your first night?”

She gave her friend a thumbs-up.

Marcia smiled. “Glad you had fun.” Then she leaned in and whispered something to the guys, first Don, then Carl.

When Marcia left, she asked. “Did she just threaten you?”

Don laughed. “No. She thanked us.”

She snuggled more deeply between them, enjoying the contact. “Thank you,” she said. “I really enjoyed that. You have no idea how much.”

“We enjoyed it, too.”





It was almost closing time when Carl and Don left Venture. Marcia, Derrick, and Mel would be staying until closing.

The men sat in the car for a moment after getting in.

“Wow,” Carl said. “That was…amazing.”

“No, shit,” Don said. “Damn, that was fun. I usually don’t like playing with brand new newbies because it’s so stressful, but damn.”

“I want it said right now, that I would not mind playing with her again.”

“Me, either.” Don finally cranked the engine. “She was something special. I’ll be taking a shower before bed.”

“Well, if you’re going to do that, then I’ll go out to the hot tub so we’re not fighting for the hot water, because I suspect you’re doing that for the same reason I’m doing that.”

They laughed. “Yep,” Don said. “Probably.”





Mel rolled over in bed the next morning and felt disoriented until she remembered she was in Marcia and Derrick’s guest room.

And she felt strange aches and pains here and there. Nice, but strange.

The good kind of strange.

When she went to use the bathroom, she turned and looked in the mirror, lifting the hem of the T-shirt she’d slept in. Yep, she still had faint marks all over her back.

A delightful shiver raced through her as she thought about the scene she’d had with the men. Definitely nothing as severe as some of the people she’d seen play, but it had changed her life. There was no way she could continue with Mike.

She needed out, before she was too old to enjoy the life she’d been given. She only had one shot at happiness, and Mike had proven beyond a reasonable doubt that he had no interest in being a part of that happiness.

And, who knew, maybe he needed some dorky little wallflower who wanted to do nothing but sit at home and watch sports with him.

She was not that woman.

She wasn’t even the same woman she’d been the morning before when she’d awakened and taken off to the beach to think.

And this woman needed to make some serious changes in her life.





Chapter Seven


Wednesday morning, Mel was in Ed’s office at eight o’clock and seated in front of his desk.

“No children, correct?”

“Just the house,” Mel told Ed. “No pets, even. He was allergic to everything. Including me, apparently,” she added. “Or might as well have been the way he’s avoided me.”

Ed took notes. “Cars?”

“They’re in both our names, but they’re paid off. He’s already signed off on the title on mine, and I signed off on the title on his.”

“Bank accounts?”