PROLOGUE
Previously in the Clarendon Playmates Kink Series, Rosie applied for a part time job with the Clarendon Golf Club. Rosie loved the job for its people, flexibility and the relaxed culture of her new workplace but didn’t quite understand why she, all the staff and the club members needed an alias name (hers is Roxy) and all had to sign a non-disclosure agreement.
Six months into her role, she passed her probationary time and was let into a secret. That secret turned Rosie’s life upside down and now she’s a Clarendon Playmate within the secret kink club that runs underground alongside the Clarendon Golf Club.
Members of the renowned and very affluent Clarendon Golf Club are all members of the kink club. All staff work as Clarendon Playmates. That includes Rosie now.
Club members post their particular kink fantasy on the playmate portal job board. They list what they’d like to do with a playmate, the date and time required and how much money they’re willing to pay for the fantasy. Management organises the job descriptions into a traffic light system of Green, Amber and Red.
Green is your standard kinks that you might expect. Amber is your unique kinks that are a little less known and then Red are the most extreme, unspoken kinks. New members of staff only have access to the Green job board until they’ve had enough experience that management believes they are ready to move up to the next job board.
Rosie along with many of the staff are married and have families. They’re also all over the age of 30. None of that stops them, they crave being played with—many with the full support of their partners.
So far Rosie has had her breasts worshipped and whipped, been stretched wide open to gaping, become a submissive under a Dominant for a morning, played with food where food has never been before, became a pet for an overnight stay and spent seven days captive for eight men’s kinks and quirks. And that doesn’t include the things her husband enjoys doing with her body either in preparation or once he hears about her job experiences.
Rosie doesn’t have access to the Red job board yet, but she wonders what might be on it. What other kinks are out there that she hasn’t been allowed to apply for yet. So far nearly all the experiences have been new, can she handle more though?
Arriving home from her seven days of captivity, her husband James turns her around and bundles her into the car for a long weekend away to reconnect.
JAMES
1
We sit in the car in silence for a few minutes as James begins the drive to Daylesford, a sleepy town of hot springs and countryside and then we both speak at the same time.
“You go first,” I say.
“No sorry, you speak,” James replies looking at me with a longing in his eyes I have never seen before. They are asking me to choose him, not the eight men still cramming into my brain and my heart. I knew it would be an experience spending seven days with eight men, but not once did I ever consider the pain of saying goodbye to them. It’s not that I didn’t want to go back to James, it’s just that there are a lot of feelings raging through me and I don’t know how to deal with them or what to make of them. Where does that leave me and my husband when there are currently eight other men in our relationship?
“How was the week with the kids, did everything go ok?” I ask almost sheepishly. I don’t want to talk about my time away, not yet, I’m not ready to explore those feelings with James yet and judging by the look in his eyes, he knows that.
The 1.5 hours’ drive to Daylesford passes with light chit chatabout the kids, James’ work, our families and just about anything other than what I have been doing for the past seven days. It feels like a cloud is hanging low over our heads, the air feels thick with a tension neither of us is trying to break or even acknowledge. When James pulls up to a cute, white-brick Victorian house garnished with beautiful flowers and bushes, I know this is exactly where I want to be.
I open the car door and eye the pretty house before climbing out as James climbs out and pulls our weekend bags from the car boot. I follow James’ lead, and we walk through the iron gate and up the cobblestone pathway. Keying a code into the lock, the shiny green door opens, and I follow James inside the quaintly decorated house and close the door behind me. There is a long, chequered rug that runs the hallway but I don’t make it two steps from the door when James turns and the look in his eyes startles me still.
“Take off your clothes,” he says in a low, almost choked voice. His eyes burn into me and I startle at the heat blazing in them. Is it pain or desire I’m staring into?
I go to speak, open my mouth to say, “Jame?—”
“Now,” he cuts me off.
I stand with my mouth almost hanging open, shocked at the person I know so well staring back at me so unfamiliarly. I almost go to speak again but think better of it. I stare back at him surprised but I do what he says. I step out of my shoes. I unbutton my blouse before pulling the arms down over my shoulders and off my body. I am not wearing a bra because one of the other men kept it. I unzip my skirt and pull it down over my naked hips, I’m not wearing any panties because that same man kept them also.
James glares at my naked body, he reaches out and turns on the lights above and I feel suddenly illuminated, every inch of me exposed and on display. James’ eyes sweep down my neck, across my chest and shoulders, lower down past my breasts tomy navel and the apex of my legs then back up to meet my eyes. Walking slowly, he stands in front of me with only a hair’s breadth between us, running his forefinger down the side of my neck as he inspects the marks the others have left on my body.
“What was he doing to you when he left this mark?” he almost growls into my ear.
“Dr Jack lost control after he used a speculum on both my vagina and my arsehole to stretch me open and ravaged me,” I whisper as I stand bolt upright, feeling as if I’m answering the questions of a sergeant general, not my sweet caring husband. James leans into me and I feel his mouth on my neck as his kisses and sucks in the place where his finger was just pointing. My body melts into his as my head rolls back and I take a shallow shaky breath; this man has got me all confused and my nerves are on edge. James is not gentle, running his teeth across my neck and sucking hard knowing he’s marking me, erasing the place where Dr Jack marked me.
Pulling away, James’ lips are pink and shiny, his finger is back on my neck and his eyes are trained on my body. His gaze trails down to my collarbone and to my right breast and the tattoo of the rose he had branded onto my skin.There is a trail of hickeys and a bite mark yellowing under the skin.
“What was he doing to you when he left this mark?” James growls the question pointing at the bite mark.
“Dr Jack was ravishing me after he took medical samples. He enjoyed your brand and wanted to leave his own.”
James nods his head subtly to my answer before lowering his head to the bite mark on my right breast and sucks deeply. I gulp in a breath at the sudden hard suction focused so close to my nipple and moan into the pleasure he is building inside of me.
Raising back to his standing height, James looks back at my breast and looks satisfied he’s replaced the bite mark and memory of Dr Jack with his own.
