Discovering Pleasure by Marie Haynes

fingers probed, teased, coaxed. They invaded her secret places and claimed them as his. He strummed her like a musician playing a complicated guitar bridge and Rose responded like a well-loved instrument. She hummed in perfect syncopation with his movements. Heat built and she knew that a surge of honey now coated her soft inner lips.
    “That’s it. Let go,” he said.
    At those simple words, Rose did just that. She let go and gave him all control. A small sound escaped her throat and she rocked her hips against his hand. She felt him delve deeper inside her, playing her body, making sweet music with her need. She cried out again, louder this time and heard an answering female voice very close to her ear.
    “God, Rose. It feels so good,” Joe moaned.
    Rose couldn’t speak, couldn’t answer. All she could do was feel. Logically, she knew she was standing in the middle of a vineyard lashed to her best friend and her lover was finger-fucking her pussy and rubbing her hot, tender, well-spanked ass. Logically, she knew this was atypical behaviour. Logically, she knew dirt and bugs abounded. Logically, she knew if anyone walked up and saw them engaged in such crude behaviour, they’d probably be arrested. Somehow, though, logic meant nothing. All that mattered was sensation. She was floating high above the earth, carried on a current of air and encased in a cloud of pure pleasure.
    In the distance, she heard Nathan’s voice say, “Yes, yes. That’s it. Keep it going.”
    Rose lived in a different dimension. One filled with colour and texture and music and joy. She rode a wave that carried her to a faraway place where only sensation and ecstasy mattered. She forgot everything of this world. She forgot about the dirt on the plants, the heat of the sun, the sting on her ass. She only knew the voice that was her navigator to heaven and the rush of pleasure that propelled the journey. Rose tipped her head back, held her breath and saw a burst of colour before black velvet covered her consciousness.
    “Yes.” Nathan’s voice resonated in her mind.

    * * * *

    Rose fought against the light, but a kiss from a soft pair of lips pulled at her senses.
    “She’s coming back,” she heard Nathan say.
    Reluctantly, Rose opened her eyes. She was lying on the ground, nestled in Nathan’s arms.
    “Hey. How you feelin’?” he asked, stroking her hair.
    Rose smiled contentedly. “Wonderful.”
    Nathan threw back his head and laughed. Rose cocked her head and saw Joe wrapped securely in Vincent’s arms. They smiled as well and their matching looks of worry dissipated.
    “Let’s give Rose a few minutes to catch her breath then we can head back to the cabin for a nap. After a sound spanking, a heart-stopping orgasm and a little fainting spell, I think she could use a break,” Nathan suggested.
    “But Nathan, you haven’t had release?” Rose pouted. “And you said my punishment was only half over.”
    Nathan stood and easily lifted Rose into his arms.
    “No, girl. I haven’t had release yet.” He kissed her forehead. “But watching you just now was more than enough pleasure for me, at least for the moment. You were a fairy transported into a trance of passion and that, my girl, was perfect. ”
    Stunned by his words, Rose could say nothing so she simply cuddled into his strong shoulder as he carried her back to the car.
    “And no, little one,” his whisper in his deep, gravelly voice. “Your punishment isn’t even close to over unless you want it to be.”
    Rose had never been happier.

Chapter Eleven

    Sangria — Black raspberry juice, triple sec, raspberries, orange slices and maraschino cherries blended with a semi-dry red wine creates the perfect sipping beverage for a warm summer afternoon.

    Hours later, Rose awoke to the sound of water running. Reluctantly opening her eyes, she noticed a small sheet of paper on the nightstand next to her bed.
    “ Went for a hike and then dinner out. You two have the cabin to