The Inspector Walter Darriteau Murder Mysteries - Books 1-4 by David Carter (best finance books of all time .txt) 📕

what I want her to experience. But I’ve enjoyed the way we’ve slowly inched into the darkness, and tonight, she’s going to be thrown into the deepest, darkest woods.

Let’s hope my little red finds her way back to me.

I push my chair back and rise to my feet. Buttoning my jacket, I offer her a hand which she accepts with a shy smile. Her submissive nature is so intoxicating, and I offer a glance at Darius, who’s noticed it as well.

He grabs her glass, and I lead her out of the dining room and down toward my office. We pass by that door because tonight is not about working. At the end of the hall, I unlock a dark mahogany door which slides open, and I allow Scarlett in first.

I follow behind, with Darius hot on my heels. He shuts us inside, and I flick the switch which illuminates the room in a soft silver light. The walls are painted as if we’re in a forest, with thick trunks lined vertically from floor to ceiling.

The large windows overlook the garden, with the real woods just outside. This is the far end of the house, and you don’t notice it from the outside because the glass wall is one way, you can see out, but nobody can see inside.

An enormous king-sized bed takes up the one side of the wall, while the toys and St Andrew’s Cross take up the opposite side. All the while, you have a view of the greenery just beyond the windows.

I watch as Scarlett takes it all in. Before our wedding, I didn’t have a chance to bring her in here. Even though we played at Heaven, it has nothing on this room. It’s my sanctuary at home. I’ve always loved this space, and when I converted it into the playroom it is now, I felt at ease. It was always meant to be mine, and the fact that I can share it with her, makes it more special.

“This is incredible,” she whispers, her fingers trailing over the wood of the St Andrew’s Cross, her gaze taking in everything. She turns to face Darius and me. He’s standing beside me, his gaze locked on her. Mine flicks between the two of them. There’s no longer tension, it’s only lust.

The emotion hangs in the air like a perfume, breathtaking and powerful. I glance at Darius, who looks at me for a second, and the time has come. This is something I didn’t think I would be willing to do when he first asked, but now that we’re here, I realize I want this, I need it.

Before we start playing, she’ll need a safe word. Not that I think she’ll use it, but that’s non-negotiable. Both Darius and I won’t do anything until we’ve made sure she understands she can call out for everything to stop the moment she feels uncomfortable.

She’s been with me in a scene, but now that there are two of us, things can become more intense for her. There’s no doubt they will, and my cock throbs at the thought of seeing her break. I wanted to hurt her before, to make her pay because I knew the Bardot family were bastards, but now that she’s a Shaw, I want to hurt her with pleasure.

Flicking on the sound system, a soft melody escapes the speakers. Scarlett looks at me, awaiting an order. “Strip for us, little red,” I command, attempting but failing to keep my voice even. Knowing what’s about to happen has me anxious and anticipation has my blood turning hot, racing through my veins like a drug.

She moves to the song without question. I watch her spin around, and my little wife shocks the shit out of me when she spreads her legs, and trails her hands down those slender limbs, down to her fucking ankles and all I see are tiny panties that do nothing to hide her beautiful cunt and ass.

If I thought I was hard earlier, I’m now solid fucking steel. Darius’s cough of shock and desire catches my attention. His eyes are wide as he takes in the show before us. Scarlett straightens as she slips the thin straps of her dress over her shoulders and the flimsy red material pools at her feel. My wife is standing before me and my brother in a pair of barely there lace panties and black heels which have straps wrapped around her calves.

Never in my life have I seen a woman so alluring, so fucking mind-altering, and so sexy she’s got my cock weeping in my fucking slacks. I want to spank her ass for being a tease, but when I told her to get ready, I really wasn’t expecting her to turn into a gorgeous siren like this.

It’s more than I expected.

And I don’t think I’ve ever been prouder of her coming out of the shell I found her in. The music pumps through the speakers, and Scarlett dances, gyrating in front of us as she moves the discarded dress out of her way. She spins on her heels, locking her pretty steel eyes with ours, before she hooks her thumbs in her panties, and tugs them down, slow and steady, but before I can get a glimpse of her cunt, she turns again, her back to us, as she slips them down to her ankles and once again, both her delicious holes are bare for us to see.

My hand finds my crotch and I slowly stroke myself through the material of my slacks. My arousal seeps into my boxers, and if she continues this show, I’m going to come in my pants like a teenager.

“Stop.” One word and Scarlett freezes. Her eyes on mine, her hands shaking as she stands naked, only in heels, in front of us. “Time to play.”

23

Scarlett

I’m not sure where my confidence came from, but when Lycan told me to strip, I did it, without question. I felt a sense of power