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  “Well?” Cupid tossed the proverbial ball into their court, couples against a single, and he seemed confident he could challenge them and win. “Any takers?” He looked at their costumes. “Seems now would be the perfect time.”

  Cupid gestured broadly, encompassing the room. “Free of charge, of course, part of your weekend package, just you and me within the privacy of your suite.” He coughed gently, averting his eyes once he noticed Gabe’s erection.

  Gabe’s gaze followed the other man’s and he noticed when he looked down that his erection had shrunk from a salute to a stand-at-ease since Cupid had entered their room. He fought to keep his hands from covering his crotch. The cheek of the bastard for trying to make him feel inferior.

  He hid a smile as Kat seemed to sense his discomfort. Hands on hips, she advanced on Cupid and snapped, “Let me see your credentials.”

  Cupid slowly let his palms sweep downwards from his nipples to his crotch then slid them to his pockets, his eyes boldly holding hers. He reached into his right jacket pocket and produced a miniature, laminated L’Amour license and identification badge.

  ‘I’ll…be…damned.” Kat raked her gaze over the documents before handing them to Gabe. “He’s the real deal.”

  “As I said, just think of me as…Cupid. The real Cupid.” Eric Eros seemed to pause deliberately.

  Gabe forced himself to remain calm and stared at Cupid blankly. If you’re watching my face for a reaction, I wouldn’t give you the pleasure. Although the word Cupid alone is like a shaft of electricity up my ass.

  “Cupid?” Gabe knew his voice sounded flat, disbelieving.

  “That’s right. I’m here to enlighten, entertain, and envision for you when the two of you run out of ideas to occupy your time.” He held his ground…waiting.

  Gabe exploded. “We were doing perfectly fine before you burst in on us, and I’ll have you know that we have plenty…!”

  Kat cut him off. “We have a plethora of ideas but would be most interested in your assistance.” She glared at Gabe in mock sternness. “Wouldn’t we, Gabe?”

  Gabe shook his head. Lord, it was difficult to maintain an indignant pose before the two of them. Kat was handling this very well, considering she wasn’t wearing much.

  She walked across the room and picked up the feather duster from where Gabe had dropped it and his mask on the credenza. “This, for instance.” She slid Gabe an ornery glance. “How might this be used in BDSM?”

  Cupid took the feathered stick and turned it backwards, running the shaft through his fingers as though it were a baton. “My first suggestion is that the two of you have mismatched your personas.” He eyed Gabe. “Don’t worry—you won’t lose face. Your masculinity will still be intact.”

  He swished the duster at them and made eye contact with Kat. “You, in front of me. Gabe, behind her.”

  “What? We’re not giving you a front-row peep show, and she’s certainly not giving you a lap dance!” Genuine outrage made Gabe’s voice shake. Somehow, he felt he was now the butt of a joke instead of the mastermind of an elaborate sex play gone awry.

  “Do as you’re told. As your instructor, I will not tolerate arguments.”

  Kat seemed willing enough, but Gabe couldn’t hide his stubborn expression, which he was certain left no doubt that he wasn’t about to let Eros, or any other man, dictate his sexual activities.

  Cupid didn’t appear willing to let Gabe have the upper hand. He did the only thing that he could—he used Kat to his own advantage.

  “She knows what I mean, don’t you, sweetheart?” Cupid cupped her face and led her closer to him. Backing up, he walked to the room’s credenza and hopped onto it, facing her. “She’s the Dominatrix—she just didn’t realise it when she requested this sort of thing, but she likes to be in control. I’m surprised you haven’t noticed by now.”

  “Is that true?” Gabe blinked in surprise.

  With her back still to him, Kat nodded. “Yeah.” She fixed Cupid with a stare. “How did you know that?”

  “It’s my job.” He shrugged. “The biggest shock to your lover’s system, however, will be that he wants you to control him.”

  “Like hell!” Gabe muttered.

  “Come, come, I told you your masculinity is not in question. There’s no right or wrong in BDSM, and this is her fantasy, right?”

  Kat nodded again, and this time Gabe acquiesced, sighing and placing his hands on his hips.

  “Then do as she asks.” Cupid looked at Kat knowingly. “Tell him what you want. It’s that simple. Just do so authoritatively.”

  Kat opened her mouth slowly, obviously surprised, most likely at herself. “Stand behind me, Gabe. I want to feel your cock against my ass.”

  The stunned expression on Gabe’s face had to be enough to wreck Cupid. Still, the love doctor persisted in his instruction. “Give her what she wants, Gabe. The lady wants cock. Yours.”

  The last word did the trick. Once Gabe was secure that Cupid wasn’t there to best him, he accepted his role as Kat’s one and only lover. “Not a problem,” he said, clasping Kat’s hips and standing behind her.

  Nudged off balance somewhat, Kat leaned forward and had to grab Cupid’s knees to keep from falling. Before she could remove her hands, he held her firmly.

  He lowered his head so that his gaze was almost level with hers, his voice an erotic whisper that Gabe could still hear. “Women have such magnificent power! Use yours, sweetheart. It’s not the body, it’s the mind that controls the direction a man’s cock goes.”

  Gabe saw Kat’s fingers tensed on Cupid’s legs, and she took a deep breath. “Gabe, fuck me.”

  Cupid lifted one hand from hers and grabbed the balaclava-type mask, settling it onto his own face.

  Gabe locked eyes with him, saying a silent prayer. Maybe if he hides, I can find myself. Dear Zeus, don’t let me drop the ball, not now that my lady has gained the courage to be herself.

  Kat’s head lolled back, and she took another shuddering breath. “What are you waiting for…slave? I said fuck me!”

  Gabe’s reluctance seemed to shatter when Kat’s forceful nature surfaced. His jaw slackened, and his lips parted involuntarily. His next move was to rip the bikini underwear from her ass and rub his hands lovingly over her bottom, caressing her, massaging her. “You are so beautiful!”

  “Shit.” Cupid held up his hands in a referee’s time out gesture. “Forgot about the Egg.” His eyes welled with tears of laughter and a snigger escaped. “Sorry, ma’am. Bear with us a bit?”

  She nodded, blushing again, and Cupid signalled to Gabe to remove the blockage before beginning his mount.

  Gabe, too, was stupefied.

  “I’m assuming you know where it is?” Cupid peered at him knowingly.

  “I didn’t put it there.”

  “Yes, but you know where it is, mate, right?”

  Kat groaned. “Just yank the goddamned thing out, Gabe, so we can get on with this.”

  Cupid looked at the two perky mounds of flesh pressed directly in front of him and copped a feel. “Lovely,” he murmured. “Really.”

  Gabe was incensed. “Do you mind, mate?”

  “Not at all.” Cupid gave Kat another light squeeze, eliciting a moan from her. “Are we done back there?”

  Kat leaned weakly against him, this time laughing. Cupid bit his lips, eyes open wide, obviously feigning innocence as Gabe stabbed him with an irate stare.

  “Like I said,” Cupid began, “it’s not the props that make BDSM what it is. I’m sure this little egg is worth its weight in batteries, but all you really need is a good imagination.”

  “And just what is BDSM?” Gabe asked nastily.

  “Why, it’s love!” Cupid grinned. “Blind, dumb, sensationally sweet, and marvellous love—taken to the extreme, of course.”

  He stroked a stray strand of hair back from Kat’s face. “What would you use, for instance, if you wanted a little rough play but didn’t have this feather duster or the egg
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  Kat turned and hooked a finger through one of the leather straps crossing Gabe’s chest. “This.” Then she ripped off the baby-doll pyjamas and bikini top. “Or this.”

  “Bravo!” Cupid clapped his hands as he watched the show unfolding.

  Kat wrapped the bikini bra around Gabe’s neck and pulled him towards her. “On your knees.”

  She didn’t say the word, but Gabe saw her lips form it. Please.

  The next thing she did was place her free hand atop one of Gabe’s shoulders and press downwards until he was kneeling. “Now take out the egg.”

  Gabe’s hands tugged on the cord gently and pulled.

  Gabe watched Kat’s eyes, the desire that flamed in them. Oh, she wanted him badly, enough so that she dropped all her defences, said fuck it to modesty and aggressively demanded what she wanted of him.

  Atta girl! Gabe willingly obliged.

  Cupid rocked back on his ass until his back touched the wall. Gabe knew that he waited expectantly, wondering what she’d do next.

  She reached between her legs and stroked her pussy, moaning softly and wetting her lips. “Gabe, I want you. I want you now.”

  Gabe quickly stripped off his trousers and boots. Cupid chuckled at Gabe’s haste. “Careful, mate, or you’ll do yourself an injury. And haven’t you forgotten something?” He flicked a silver foil packet in Gabe’s direction.

  Gabe snapped up the prophylactic, tore the covering with his teeth, and rolled it down over his erection. Then, grasping Kat by the hips, he entered her from behind.

  Looking at Gabe, Cupid spoke quietly. “The one who submits, you see, really carries the most power. We’re the ones who long for someone to trust with our most precious commodity—our self-control. Deciding to whom we relinquish ourselves is in itself courageous. You happen to have chosen wisely.”

  Gabe couldn’t help but reflect on Cupid’s past, if the man before him was indeed the Greek god. Was Cupid delighted that both of them trusted in their own sexuality enough to drop their pants, ignore whatever conservative beliefs they’d possessed and pursue pleasure despite possible embarrassment and emotional ramifications later? Because there was one thing Gabe had to admit, god or not, the guy was a hell of a psychologist.

  “You humans never cease to amaze me,” Cupid said softly. “I believe you can take it from here,” he whispered to Kat. “By the way, check behind his right ear when you’re done.”

  He dropped a slow, soft kiss against her lips then winked at Gabe and waved farewell, leaving them to complete the mission he’d started.

  Gabe was too far into making love to Kat to stop, but he did falter for a second. What about my ear?

  Kat arched her back, flexing to feel every erotic sensation possible, loving the smooth cock ramming into her from behind. Gabe’s cock—his body—his soul claiming hers.

  He leaned forwards, hands working up her spine, across her shoulders, down her arms, and he pumped slowly, methodically, fiercely, building momentum and vigour with every thrust.

  He whispered against her back, “It’s true, you know. You do hold the power, Kat.”

  Her body felt weak, despite his words. Me? Strong? Powerful?

  She felt him shudder and smiled, knowing what their Cupid meant. There were more nerve endings in a woman’s body than there were bones and muscle put together, and it seemed Gabe was striking every one of hers. He was also silently admitting with every ragged breath he pulled that she was stroking his as well.

  He groaned, and the intensity with which he held her seared her, burning upon her memory, etching him in her thoughts.

  She’d met her hot, masked stud, one who willingly performed a little BDSM, as she’d verbalised to her friends. Now she wanted another fantasy—Gabe in her arms, in her bed, unmasked, vulnerable, willing to drop his guard and just be himself.

  Before she could tell him what she wanted, he slid one hand down and rubbed her clit. Kat gasped, hips jerking in response to the erotic glide of his finger over the small cluster of nerves. Tension coiled in her gut. Her body temperature spiked. Kat felt like she was in the centre of a raging fire. With every buck of her hips, Gabe flicked at her clit, driving sensation through her until she sobbed with the need to come.

  With one final, deep thrust, Gabe pushed her over the edge, her muscles convulsing around his hard cock, squeezing him tight. Spasms spread until her whole body shook with the force of her orgasm. Gripping the edge of the credenza tightly, she hung on and rode out the cataclysmic climax, Gabe enclosing her in a warm cocoon from behind.

  When he withdrew, she groaned. Nothing had ever felt so good, so right, than Gabe buried deep inside her.

  “You didn’t come,” she whispered when she finally caught her breath.

  He turned her into his arms and dropped a butterfly-soft kiss on her lips. His stormy grey eyes twinkled as he swung her up into his arms. “I’m saving myself.”

  She snorted. “What on earth for?”

  “I thought we might go try out some of the toys in the bedroom, and if I come now, I have no doubt you’ll wring me dry.” He grinned. “Surely there’s something this unworthy slave can do for his Mistress?”

  Upon reaching the bedroom, Gabe deposited her on the edge of the bed. Kat grinned up at him. “Dispose of that.” She pointed to the condom. “I have plans for you, and when the time comes that we need another one, I’ll deal with it.”

  Gabe disappeared into the bathroom and Kat suddenly woke up to the fact that she was sitting there in nothing but the red collar about her throat. She ripped it off and investigated the selection of toys. Checking that Gabe was still occupied in the bathroom, she scooted into the living area and grabbed the feather duster. By the time Gabe returned, she was standing by the bed, arms crossed under her breasts, the multicoloured duster clenched in one hand and a small, hot pink leather flogger in the other.

  “Christ, you’re beautiful.” Gabe paused just inside the room, staring at Kat.

  “Come here, slave!” A shiver slithered down Kat’s spine at the heat in his eyes.

  He sauntered towards her, and her hormones went into overdrive, hunger slicing through her gut.

  He’d shed the leather straps on his upper torso and now he was gloriously naked, his hard cock projecting from the dark hair at the apex of his thighs.

  “What does my Mistress desire of me?” Gabe drew to a halt in front of her, his gaze fixed on her face.

  “Get on the bed!” She flicked the flogger at his naked ass, lips quirking as he jumped in response. Then a glitter of excitement lit his eyes as he hastened to obey.

  He obligingly spread his legs as Kat rounded the end of the bed. Keeping her gaze fastened on his, she secured the Velcro restraints about his ankles before heading to the top of the bed. “You sure about this, Gabe?”

  In answer, he held his arm out and she fastened the bondage cuff then reached across him to the last one. “Anytime you want to stop, just pull on them. They’re easy to escape from with the Velcro fastening.”

  “Do you have any idea what this is doing to me? I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life.” He arched his hips off the bed, his cock fully engorged.

  Kat grinned. “So you want to play, hmm? How about we try out some of your toys? Or…we could use this.” She ran the feathered tip of the duster from his check to his belly.

  Gabe shivered, the muscles in his gut contracting. “Hey, that tickles.”

  “Not exactly the reaction I was looking for.” She swept the duster up the length of his cock then down again to brush it between his thighs and over his sac. Gabe groaned, the sound one of frustration and anticipation. “How about this, slave? Does that make you horny?”

  He swallowed, his throat working. “Oh yeah.”

  Too impatient for any more games, Kat threw the duster aside and reached out for one of the tubes on the bedside table. Passion Pulse Stimulating Gel for Men. Maybe just one more little bit of teasing before she got down to business.
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  She squeezed a small amount on her fingers and applied it to Gabe’s rigid cock. Curling her hand around the base, she slowly slid it up to the top and down again. “This is supposed to stimulate you and make you harder.”

  “Christ, any harder and I’ll snap.” He arched his hips and pushed against her hand. “It tingles…” His voice trailed off for a moment and then he growled. “Heat,” he whispered. “I’m so damned hot I feel like I’m about to burst into flames.” Hips jerking, he pumped his cock in and out of Kat’s hand.

  “Ah, poor little slave. You want me to put out the fire?” She climbed on the bed and settled between his thighs, ducked her head and licked up the side of his cock. “Better?” she inquired with an innocent lift of her eyebrows,

  “You really do get off on being in control, don’t you? You’re killing me here.”

  She didn’t answer. Instead, she swirled her tongue over the swollen head before taking him deep. One hand cupping his balls and the other holding his cock, she slid her mouth up and down his shaft. A gentle scrape of her teeth and then a hard suck, and repeat the process all over again. Tempting. Teasing. Building the tension in them both.

  Gabe groaned, hips pumping in time with her sucking. His breathing accelerated, the sound harsh in the silence of the room. “Don’t make me come yet.” He groaned and jerked his hips upwards again, driving his cock into her mouth. “I want to be buried deep inside your pussy when I do.”

  Kat had set out to pleasure Gabe with her mouth, but she was on the receiving end as much as he was. His salty taste invaded her senses. The feel of her lips on the silky skin of his cock. The sounds he made deep in his throat. His heightened breathing. All combined to drive her libido higher. Heat flashed throughout her body. Her nipples ached, a cord of feeling she felt deep inside her. Her clit throbbed, and moisture slicked the swollen lips of her pussy. Much more and she’d be the one climaxing.

  With a final kiss on the head of his cock, she reached across his body, grabbed a condom from the bedside table and tore the packet open. He held still while she rolled the rubber covering over his erection. Then she straddled his hips and impaled herself on him. She moaned softly as she slid downwards. She didn’t need any stimulating gel. She was so wet and hot it was a wonder she didn’t combust.