Free Away by Allyson Young

of things they had done to her and were planning to do. They would give her privacy when she evacuated her bowels, as they were sensitive enough to understand that was somewhere even the most liberated woman would not allow them to tread. Devon pushed her gently inside and told her to hurry as they were going to put dinner on the table in a few minutes. He dared not wash her for fear his resolve not to push her any further tonight would dissolve.
    “Dev?”
    “What, honey?” he asked.
    “Can I take the plug out now?” Alex’s cheeks burned, but she stared unblinkingly at him.
    “Sure, honey, here, I’ll do it,” he replied.
    Alex backed away and shook her head. “No, I can.”
    Devon switched from accommodating to dominant in a heartbeat, his gaze darkening and lowering as he watched Alex struggle to hide her irritation
    “Come here,” he said, and she shrugged and went to him, water droplets sliding down her body, pooling in her navel and dripping off the ends of her breasts.
    Devon struggled to ignore the rising of his little man and put her over the edge of the vanity, causing her to rise on her toes. He slapped her buttocks. Alex quivered and waited.
    “Uh-uh, honey, you aren’t going to distract me,” Devon chided just as Jeff came to see what was taking so long.
    “I’m going to take the plug out, Jeff, although Alex would like to take care of that little task on her own.”
    “We like to do that for you, darlin’. I told you our job was to take care of you.” Besides, he wanted to see her rosebud wink at him again.

    * * * *

    Devon slowly pulled and twisted the plug out of Alex’s ass.
    Alex could see their faces in the wall mirror, both watching intently, and she thrilled to see the raw arousal there, even if she was a bit embarrassed and uncomfortable. They stared at her bottom hole like they did at her pussy. It was strange, but they obviously really enjoyed it, yucky as she assumed it would be. Their boxers were tented by their erections.
    “Alex?” Jeff got her attention. “Your little hole is staying open and showing a rim of pink, darlin’. Devon is one lucky guy to be the first one in there.”
    “Well, you got into me first before, Jeff,” she replied daringly, watching his face flush at the memory. She reminded them that the shower was running and then wished she hadn’t been so hasty. Maybe they could have touched her some more and made her come if she hadn’t interrupted them. Mercy, she was some kind of a slut, that’s what she was. But she wasn’t going to think about that now. Monday was in two more sleeps.

Chapter Nine

    Jeff was working the grill and Devon was pacing the terrace when Alex came out for dinner. She smiled to herself when she heard Devon’s comment.
    “I’m not having any luck here, Jeff, getting rid of this boner.”
    “I’ll just go put her nightgown out,” Jeff said.
    “Good idea,” Devon agreed.
    Dinner was strained at first, but soon settled into an almost easy camaraderie, with the good food and chatter soothing libidos. Alex felt covered to a certain degree, which helped a little, and she enjoyed the conversation. The men talked about their work, or at least the printable parts, and shared more about their growing-up years. College stories had everyone laughing, though Alex had fewer exploits to share. Devon and Jeff did not talk about girlfriends or dating, despite one comment from Alex about their unmarried status, other than to say they had never settled down.
    Devon broached the subject of the Club first, not going into great detail, but giving the impression of a place where members could let loose and release stress. He told Alex the Club had a dining room and a bar-lounge area as well as private rooms. He winked at her when he talked of the latter, and she assumed that it might be something like a gentleman’s club.
    Alex wasn’t sure she wanted to go to such a place, but Devon and Jeff seemed eager to share some of their life with