Still by Ann Mayburn

episode of the Twilight Zone yet?”
    Wyatt gripped the other man’s hand and shook it, his relief apparent. “The second I stepped through the front door.”
    James clapped him on the shoulder. “If your Mistress doesn’t object, I have some sweats that’ll fit you.”
    Michelle nodded. “Go ahead, James.”
    He blew a kiss to his wife and went out the backdoor, leaving Wyatt alone with Michelle and Yuki. They both smiled at each other then looked at Wyatt. He almost took a step back, but held his place and firmed his spine. “Any reason you wanted me to come down here in a towel?”
    The slight growl in his voice warmed things low in her body. “Yes, because of that little stunt you pulled upstairs.”
    He flushed and his gaze darted to Yuki and back to her. “Can we talk about this in private?”
    “Wyatt, Yuki is a Mistress. James is her full-time submissive. They’ve been in the lifestyle for over eight years. Trust me when I say you appearing in a towel, or you attempting to seduce me while naked with that big horse cock of yours won’t offend her in the least. In fact, she might end up dragging James over to eat her pussy while they watch us.”
    Wyatt made a choking sound and backed up another step, the whites showing all the way around his eyes.
    Yuki laughed. “If you’re going to be with us for a bit you might as well get used to it now. James and I live out here with Michelle so that we can indulge in our lifestyle without fear of ridicule or prejudice. In addition to being in a D/s relationship, James and I are also exhibitionists. Public displays of affection are not out of the norm for us. I’m not saying you have to worry about us screwing while you’re trying to eat dinner, but if you stop by the barn or our house unannounced you may get an eyeful, and instead of telling you to leave, we’ll invite you to pull up a chair and watch. Can you deal with that?”
    He tightened his hold on the towel encircling his waist and nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” He looked to Michelle and she caught the hint of desire widening his pupils. “But I don’t want to do anything to piss Doc, I mean my Domina off so I guess you’ll have to ask her before I do stuff like that.”
    Pleased, Michelle motioned to him. “Come here.”
    He did as she asked, then tried to pull away when she grabbed onto the edge of his towel. She tugged him closer until he stood between the cradle of her thighs. Due to the height of the stool her head reached just below his chin. She looked up and studied his face. In the morning sunlight his various scars stood out slightly paler than his deeply tanned skin. He must have a bit of Spanish in his ancestry because that dark tone didn’t come from British roots. A line of stubble shadowed his jaw, leaving his firm lips looking softer than normal. She reached up and traced those lips, enjoying the slight puff of air over the tip of her finger.
    He opened his mouth and the swipe of his tongue caressed her skin. Liquid heat pooled in her abdomen as she remembered all of his bragging about how well he could eat pussy. He’d never said it to her, but trash talking among the Marines was as second nature to them as breathing. She’d played it off like she wasn’t listening, but she’d heard the promise, the certainty, beneath his words. What would it be like to have those rough whiskers between her legs? The thought had her nipples hard enough to cut glass and she had to resist the urge to pull Wyatt’s mouth down to her.
    Taking a quick breath to steady herself, she rubbed his hip with her thumb in a gentle caress. “I would like to show you off as well. I love knowing that someone is watching us, appreciating the beauty of your submission, the rugged strength of your body. There is an amazing synergistic energy that can develop between a voyeur and an exhibitionist.” She closed her eyes and pulled his face down to hers, but kept his lips from touching her by the slightest bit. Oh how