Mistress Manor

Epilogue

Six years later

Marcus stood on the balcony overlooking the blue waters of the Pacific Ocean a drink in his hand, with a large pool off to his right. Turning his head now he looked across that pool to where Bridgett lay naked stretched out asleep on a chase lounge set up in the shade, one arm draped across her toned middle. Her golden skin an even darker dusky shade looking more bronze than gold, he loved running his hands over its heated flesh watching her eyes go wide and haze over with desire as he kneaded her breasts before pinching and tweaking her peeked nipples or worked his finger slowly through her slippery wet folds that pulsed and gripped at him begging for more. He sipped at his drink continuing to stare at Bridgett when he heard the subtle clearing of a throat behind him.

“Are they here?” he asked without turning.

“Yes, sire they are, shall I wake the Mistress?” Charlie asked from behind him.

“No, I’d like to speak with them first. Thank you.” He heard Charlie walk away as he finished his drink staring at his sleeping beauty.

Leaving the empty glass on the railing he turned and headed back into the house. Entering through the patio he could see the young couple standing in the foray due to the open concept of the houses first floor, the entryway living room dining room and den of sorts all flowing together to form one large room with little walls and slight curves to give some separation. Walking around the furniture Marcus surveyed the couple. The woman was more than a foot shorter than the man with dark hair and tanned skin, she had a slight almond shape to her brown eyes and a little bow of a mouth. Her tits were large and on display in a low-cut form hugging top, and her hips flared nicely inside her tight jeans. The man was about Marcus’s height with paler skin and golden hair that was cut close to his head, his eyes were sharp and smoky blue staring back at Marcus as he approached.

“Hello, I’m Marcus one of the owners of the club in town, Welcome to my home.” He held out his hand as he reached them shaking each one in turn.

“Hi, is there a reason you’ve asked us here. We’re not behind on our tab or anything at the club.” The man said shortly.

“No, no, nothing like that. I’m sorry if I’ve alarmed you.” Marcus rubbed the back of his neck sighing.

“No, I’ve been keeping an eye on the two of you yes and doing some asking around. But the reason I’d asked you here is to see if you two would be interested in playing with another couple?” He asked staring into the man’s eyes.

The man paused seeming to contemplate the question, then he turned looking into the woman’s eyes. When she nodded slightly, he smiled bending in for a kiss. The man broke the kiss holding his hand out again.

“Yes, we’d love to play, I’m Dan, and this is my wife, Lana.” He shook Marcus hand.

“Fallow me, I’d like to show you something.” Marcus turned and led them into the kitchen, opening a door that led down to a basement via a metal spiral staircase.

“Welcome to our playroom.” Marcus said flipping a switch revealing an almost fifteen hundred square foot space of BDSM toys.

“Wander around and make yourselves at home, now I have to go and tell my lovely Bridgett the plan.” He smiled ruefully.

Marcus walked back up the stairs wondering if Bridgett would even go for this plan he had concocted, it had been just him and her for the past six years, and he was getting concerned. Not that he didn’t enjoy their play it was just that they had never gone this long without bringing others into their play in a long time. Stopping at the cabinet of liquor in the kitchen to pour himself a fresh drink before heading back out to the patio to wake Bridgett.