Free Repeat Offender (Hideaway) by Elyse Scott

and
the sheet beneath them. She pumped her hips as much as she could, greedily
trying to take both of them in deeper, harder, faster. She was dimly aware of
them holding her in place while they took their pleasure, shouting out their
own release.
                Everything
went white, and then dark and quiet. Someone’s hands were on her face, and then
a cool washcloth was laid on her forehead.
                “Sam.
Open your eyes, sweetheart. Look at me.”
                She
forced up heavy eyelids to see Master Dan looking down at her with concern. He
smiled. “Take it easy. You fainted.” He was taking her pulse.
                “Oh.”
She was lying on her back, her feet propped up on a pile of pillows. It was
comfortable. She shifted. There was something...
                “I’ve
given you a suppository to ease the soreness, sweetheart. When we pulled out of
you, I checked you over. You’re fine.” He smiled. “Just a little sore for a
while.”
                 “That
was incredible,” she said. “Thank you.”
                Master
Jake grinned. “I could say the same.”
    They
lay companionably on the bed, sated. Master Dan slipped the pacifier back in
her mouth, and she began to drift, all sense of responsibility gone as the doms
watched over her, occasionally speaking to her softly, checking her pulse and
pupils, and giving her sips of water.
    After
what seemed like an hour or two, Master Jake squeezed her hand. “Listen Sam,
I’ve gotta go. Master Dan’s gonna take good care of you. You take care; I hope
I get to see you again real soon.”
    Both
Sam and Master Dan thanked him. He did up his jeans, put on his hat, threw them
a grin, and was gone.
    A
dull roar came from outside. “I can hear the sea,” said Sam, dreamily.
    “Would
you like to go out onto the balcony for a minute and get some air?” said Master
Dan.
    She
laughed. “Do I sound like I need to?”
    He
laughed too. “Just a little.”
    “Okay.”
    He
threw a light blanket over her. She went to scoot off the bed, but he shook his
head and scooped her up. He carried her through the French doors and stepped
onto the balcony. Wind rustled through the palms, and the air was perfumed with
the ocean, and the balcony boxes of night-scented stocks and jasmine. She
inhaled deeply, and Master Dan set her down on a double recliner.
    Her
mind was still reeling from the night’s activities. It was all a big tangle
right now; way beyond her ability to come to terms with. Despite the soothing
crashes of waves far below, she huffed out a worried breath.
    He
adjusted the recliner so that she could lie flat. “Lie on your left side,” he
said, his voice gentle but commanding, removing all necessity to think.
    She
obeyed.
    “Pull
up your right leg.”
    Again,
she was too tired to question. He lifted her right butt cheek, and something
soft, smooth, and very well lubricated slipped in. It was slightly chilled, and
heaven on her sore back passage.
    She
sighed in pleasure.
    “It’s
an anal pacifier,” he said. “Shouldn’t cause you any discomfort. If you squeeze
down on it, it’ll release an herbal stress remedy that’ll take the edge off
what you’re feeling right now.”
    “Thank
you.” She loved that he had both the sympathy and the means to take care of
her. She squeezed, and felt the pacifier release the dose.
    His
hand slid down her side to cup her buttock. “Did you take your medicine?”
    “Yes.”
    “Good
girl.” His hand was warm and reassuring on her shoulder as he turned her onto
her back so that he could speak to her face to face. He took her hand in both
of his. “Are you all right, Sam?”
    She
was when he did that. When she could hear the genuine care in his voice, and
was able to be just that much more certain that she hadn’t done anything
tonight that she’d regret later. “Yes, Sir. Just... processing.”
    He
nodded. “Anything I can do to help?