Page 53 of Winter’s Fire

A few minutes later, she was strolling hand in hand with him to the hotel complex, where the open-air restaurant with its exotic buffet breakfast awaited them. In daylight, the resort was spectacularly beautiful. Eye-achingly blue sky above them, with jewel-coloured flowers decorating the lush greenery of the landscape, the place was alive with the sounds and scents to be found in any tropical location.

Her fellow guests were a revelation for Lucy. When her gaze collided with the first stark naked male sub on a leash, she offered up a silent prayer of thanks to Logan for taking her to Aegis and breaking her in relatively gently.

After a mouth-watering breakfast, they explored some more of the resort. Although they strolled around as casually as any of the other guests, their walking tour was more like a military reconnaissance of the surrounding area.

Part of their route took them past their bungalow to the beach. When Lucy caught sight of the bay, with its brilliant white sand bordered by waving palm trees and the glittering turquoise waves, she couldn’t help herself.

“Oh my God, it’s incredible! Just look at the view, it’s so beautiful!”

“I am, and it is.”

She’d run slightly ahead of Logan. Something about the tone of his voice made her turn back to him. He was looking straight at her, not the vista beyond, and in a way that left her struggling to breathe normally. The mission momentarily forgotten, Lucy returned to stand in front of him. Driven by an impulse she couldn’t name, she knelt as gracefully as she could manage on the soft sand, and assumed the presentation position he’d taught her. Cloaked in a welcome calmness, she waited.

“Lisa?”

He’d called her by her cover identity, but she heard her own name in the questioning tone. She looked up to see that tone reflected in his expression. “You never know when someone might be watching, Sir. I thought it might be a good precaution.”

Logan offered her his hands, and helped her up. Without pausing, he swept her into an embrace that brought her hard up against his muscled frame. “Good thinking,” he murmured close to her ear. “We might make a field officer out of you yet. Now how about if we make our way back? You have enough time to make those spa appointments before we go to orientation.”

Any thought Lucy might have nurtured about ducking out of the pampering sessions was frustrated by her Dom’s insistence on remaining with her at the spa reception desk, while enough appointments were made for her to outdo a beauty queen. All well and good, but seaweed wraps and top-to-toe massages weren’t going to help her achieve her career goal.

“That should keep you out of trouble, babe,” Logan said, as she accepted the personalised schedule the receptionist had printed off for her.

“Yes, Sir—it’ll be so much fun. Thank you.” Lucy’s teeth nearly cracked under the strain of trying to look happy about it.

And as if that wasn’t enough, the blasted man insisted on escorting her to the venue for the submissives’ introduction to the resort, giving her no chance to strike out on her own.

“I’ll see you in an hour. When you’re done, wait for me here, and we’ll get some lunch, maybe go back to the beach.” He kissed her nose. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll spank your arse later.”

Fire flashed into her cheeks. He’d said that aloud and in public? Of course he had, and judging by the sighs coming from behind her, been overheard by a somewhat envious audience.

“You’re so lucky.”

Dreading what might greet her, Lucy pivoted slowly, to come face-to-face with a pair of beaming smiles. Only one of them was female, and the owner of the voice that had addressed her.

“Hi. My name’s Lisa.” She offered her hand. “I remember you from the yacht, both of you.”

Travelling in a threesome with their Dom, they were hard to forget.

“I’m Sasha, and this is Jed.”

“Hi.” Jed held out his hand. “It’s nice to put a name to a friendly face. Is this your first visit to Nenufar?”

British by their accents, they made a striking couple—or whatever the technical term was for two-thirds of a ménage. Bare-chested and barefoot, Jed was tall and blond, with a slim, lithe body. The skin-tight, low-riding, wet-look black trousers left nothing to the imagination—the outline of his cock and balls told anyone with just a glance that he was extremely well-endowed. The identification tag dangling from his metal ring collar bore a single word—PET.

A similar tag hung from Sasha’s collar. The narrow leather band in a pale shade of green was a perfect complement to her brunette colouring. She was shorter than Lucy, and her generous curves were clad in a sprayed-on minidress and, by the look of it, nothing else.

The final third of the ménage, their Dom, was an older man if Lucy recalled correctly. He’d reminded her a little of Sir Guy. From their behaviour on board the yacht, their relationship had appeared genuine, even if the logistics of it mystified her.

“It is.”

“It’s our fourth.” Sasha linked arms with her fellow sub. “I think we’d better go in, they’ll be starting soon. Master always makes us attend orientation, just in case something’s changed, but it never does. Why don’t you sit with us? If you have any questions, we can always give you the real skinny on what it’s like here afterwards.”

“Thanks, I’d like that.”

Clasping her personalised welcome pack, Lucy followed the two submissives to one of the tables near the front of the function room, where a lectern took pride of place. As they wove between the tables and chairs, she scanned the room to see how many other guests she recognised. “Sasha, were all these people on the yacht as well? I don’t remember a lot of the faces.”

“Oh, they run more than one yacht. We were on one of the late ones, but there are others during the day. We should have been on an earlier one, but Master had an emergency at work. We had to take a later flight, so…” Sasha shrugged. “Here we are.”