Her Highland Master (The Dungeon Fantasy Club Book 1) by Anya Summers Page A
Authors: Anya Summers
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toiletries bag, her purse, which she thought she'd dropped on her hike somewhere, and another small stack of her clothes. "Here you are. Master Declan said you might like to know that Jared recovered your possessions from the rental car. They were frozen and we have been working to repair them for you as best we can. This is what we have been able to retrieve thus far."
"Thank you so much. This is great. And Declan mentioned you had loaned me some of your clothes until I could get my own and I wanted to thank you," Zoey said.
"Us subs have to stick together right? Otherwise the Masters would keep us naked at all times. Can't let them think they have the upper hand all the time, now can we?" Sherry grinned.
Zoey couldn't help but return the warm-hearted smile. "Right," she responded. So, Sherry was a sub, too.
"Let me know if I can get you anything else. Master D said you can have whatever you want."
He did, did he? He had mentioned an indoor pool, Zoey thought, fingering her bikini. She had packed it on a whim. Now she was glad she trusted her instincts. On more than one account.
"Do you think I could have lunch in the pool area? I'd love to go for a swim, but I'm a little hungry."
"Certainly, tell me what you would like and I can have Mrs. Stewart whip it up for you," Sherry said, eager to please.
"A chicken spinach salad with some fruit would be sheer heaven. If that's not too much trouble." Zoey hated making extra work for people, even if it was their job.
"None at all. Do you know where the pool is?"
"I think so, I did a little tour last night. It's on the first floor, west, past the kitchens, right?" Zoey hoped Sherry didn't notice the blush she felt spreading at the mention of the previous night.
"You've got it. I will meet you there in, say, fifteen minutes." Sherry beamed.
"Perfect. Thanks," Zoey replied, thinking how lucky she had been to get stranded on Declan's mountain. She had a luxurious room, maid services, and could have made to order meals at any time, day or night. A girl could get used to this type of lifestyle very fast.
Sherry nodded, exiting the room. Zoey dressed in her black bikini with shimmering blue swirls. It didn't hide the small bruises on her hips from Declan's 'tender' ministrations. Just thinking about him, her blood pulsed and spiked to life. Putting the great big black monstrosity of a robe on, she hurried down to the pool area.
The room was the size of a small gymnasium, but so much nicer. It was tiled and designed to resemble the inside of a Greek temple, with ivory columns and carvings of Greek deities decorating the walls. The pool itself was a shimmering blue lake, roughly half the size of an Olympic pool, and titled to resemble the dark blue waters of the Mediterranean sea. There were black lounge chairs and tables placed near the entrance. At the far opposite end of the room, overlooked by a life-sized white marble statue of Aphrodite, was a bubbling hot tub.
Zoey tested the water with her toes, finding it pleasantly heated. This was luxury, this was what wealth could buy. She had the entire pool area to herself. A heated indoor pool while outside there were piles of snow. She felt a bit like Alice in that she had fallen down a rabbit hole and into a world of fantasy. All the stress and strain from recent years was beginning to recede, almost like they were a bad dream. Except the fantasy would end when her week in Scotland was over.
She shoved the depressing thought from her mind, determined to soak up enough of the fantasy to make it last a lifetime.
Draping the robe over a chair, she dove into the pool, swimming freestyle laps. What kind of woman was she? She'd had sex with a man she didn't know. Really great, likely the best she's ever had, mind-blowing, how many times can one woman orgasm before launching herself off the planet sex. In all her life, she'd never had casual sex, and definitely not with a man she didn't know, until now. She'd had serious boyfriends
"Thank you so much. This is great. And Declan mentioned you had loaned me some of your clothes until I could get my own and I wanted to thank you," Zoey said.
"Us subs have to stick together right? Otherwise the Masters would keep us naked at all times. Can't let them think they have the upper hand all the time, now can we?" Sherry grinned.
Zoey couldn't help but return the warm-hearted smile. "Right," she responded. So, Sherry was a sub, too.
"Let me know if I can get you anything else. Master D said you can have whatever you want."
He did, did he? He had mentioned an indoor pool, Zoey thought, fingering her bikini. She had packed it on a whim. Now she was glad she trusted her instincts. On more than one account.
"Do you think I could have lunch in the pool area? I'd love to go for a swim, but I'm a little hungry."
"Certainly, tell me what you would like and I can have Mrs. Stewart whip it up for you," Sherry said, eager to please.
"A chicken spinach salad with some fruit would be sheer heaven. If that's not too much trouble." Zoey hated making extra work for people, even if it was their job.
"None at all. Do you know where the pool is?"
"I think so, I did a little tour last night. It's on the first floor, west, past the kitchens, right?" Zoey hoped Sherry didn't notice the blush she felt spreading at the mention of the previous night.
"You've got it. I will meet you there in, say, fifteen minutes." Sherry beamed.
"Perfect. Thanks," Zoey replied, thinking how lucky she had been to get stranded on Declan's mountain. She had a luxurious room, maid services, and could have made to order meals at any time, day or night. A girl could get used to this type of lifestyle very fast.
Sherry nodded, exiting the room. Zoey dressed in her black bikini with shimmering blue swirls. It didn't hide the small bruises on her hips from Declan's 'tender' ministrations. Just thinking about him, her blood pulsed and spiked to life. Putting the great big black monstrosity of a robe on, she hurried down to the pool area.
The room was the size of a small gymnasium, but so much nicer. It was tiled and designed to resemble the inside of a Greek temple, with ivory columns and carvings of Greek deities decorating the walls. The pool itself was a shimmering blue lake, roughly half the size of an Olympic pool, and titled to resemble the dark blue waters of the Mediterranean sea. There were black lounge chairs and tables placed near the entrance. At the far opposite end of the room, overlooked by a life-sized white marble statue of Aphrodite, was a bubbling hot tub.
Zoey tested the water with her toes, finding it pleasantly heated. This was luxury, this was what wealth could buy. She had the entire pool area to herself. A heated indoor pool while outside there were piles of snow. She felt a bit like Alice in that she had fallen down a rabbit hole and into a world of fantasy. All the stress and strain from recent years was beginning to recede, almost like they were a bad dream. Except the fantasy would end when her week in Scotland was over.
She shoved the depressing thought from her mind, determined to soak up enough of the fantasy to make it last a lifetime.
Draping the robe over a chair, she dove into the pool, swimming freestyle laps. What kind of woman was she? She'd had sex with a man she didn't know. Really great, likely the best she's ever had, mind-blowing, how many times can one woman orgasm before launching herself off the planet sex. In all her life, she'd never had casual sex, and definitely not with a man she didn't know, until now. She'd had serious boyfriends
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