Page 28 of Unbridled

He wondered if Dayne was a giver or receiver, or if he was fine with either, depending on the circumstances.

Heath himself was good with either, depending on the partner or partners he was with. Given a choice, he preferred to top other men but he’d bottom for someone he trusted.

The impact room was occupied by four individuals. A naked, dark-haired woman was strapped to a St. Andrews Cross. Since she faced it, they could see numerous raised welts all over her ass, back, and thighs. The tails on that flogger being wielded were not made of soft suede, but instead what looked like nylon paracord.

That was some serious shit.

For himself, he preferred a weighted flogger with soft tails. He found the heavy, rhythmic thumping relaxing. However, this woman looked relaxed, too, so he had no doubt she had dropped into her subspace.

In the center of the room was a custom-made spanking bench. On that bench was a man whose ass looked like it was on fire. Nearby was a wooden paddle with holes to give it more of a wallop. His arms and legs were secured to the legs of the custom piece with chains, a ball gag filled his mouth, and a black leather blindfold covered his eyes.

The man’s fiery ass cheeks were kept spread open by some contraption he’d never seen before. Standing behind him at the end of the bench was a woman wearing a harness with a strap-on attached.

Heath sure hoped she had used a lot of lube because she was pegging the man with no mercy, especially considering the size of the dildo attached. It was far from average.

His own cheeks clenched at the size. He was up for almost anything, but he did have his limits.

A sound next to them had them glancing to their right.

A male guest instructed the woman he was with to plant her hands on the wall next to the window and tip her ass up and out. After quickly fumbling with his pants, he then flipped up her short skirt, ripped her thong to the side, licked three fingers and rubbed them against her plump, pink folds. Shuffling forward, he lined up his cock and jammed himself deep, causing the pretty brunette to throw back her head, mewing in pleasure. Gripping her hips tightly, her partner kept ramming hard and deep.

Heath was torn on whether to keep eyes on them, watch the action inside the room, or take in Cara’s expressions.

Instead of simply watching, he decided to take a little action by pressing his lips to the exposed skin at the back of Dayne’s neck, at the same time curling his hand around the front to collar it possessively.

He put his mouth to Dayne’s ear and slightly squeezed his fingers tighter. Dayne’s pulse raced against his palm. “Do you like that?”

“I don’t hate it,” came his rumble.

Cara turned her attention to them from the couple fucking only inches away.

Heath circled Dayne with his other arm, thumbing the hard tip of one nipple over the resort owner’s polo shirt before running his hand down the man’s abs and finally cupping the erection pressing against his zipper.

Heath pressed his own hard-on against Dayne’s ass.

He figured Dayne invited them to a “hands-on” tour but didn’t realize it would happen toward the beginning of the journey. “If I asked you to drop to your knees right here and suck my cock, would you?”

Dayne asked, “Would you like to see that, Cara?”

“I…” She cleared her throat, then lifted her chin and answered, “Yes.”

“I can’t do it here,” Dayne whispered. “We can find a more secluded spot on our tour.”

“Understood,” Heath said. Most likely because he was a co-owner. Maybe he was limited to where and when he played with the guests.

Though, he did finger Cara out in the open this morning. But then, he had remained completely clothed and anyone from a distance might have only thought it was an intimate hug.

The man next to them planted himself deep one more time and his hips jerked as he obviously came. Not even seconds after he pulled out and tucked himself away, he glanced over at them and asked, “Anybody else?”

Dayne shook his head and Heath murmured a, “No.”

Heath had no idea who the brunette was to the guy, but apparently he didn’t mind sharing. While Heath would normally be up for that, he had his eye on another woman. Only, she was blonde with a hell of an ass he would love to wreck.

He doubted he would get that chance, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t fantasize about it. Luckily, he had almost a full week to see how far they could get.

Since her sexual experience seemed to be limited, he might not get very far at all in that department. This week needed to be all positive experiences for her. If they were, she might return and continue her education.

Too bad he wouldn’t be here to help with that. However, the owner of the cock he was stroking would be.

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