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  Missionary Position by Avery Gale

  Missionary Position

  Masters of the Prairie Winds Club

  Book Seven

  by Avery Gale

  © Copyright April 2015 JK Publishing, Inc.

  ISBN# 978-1-311-32736-9

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  Dedication

  There are times in your life when the most important lessons are taught by people who are really good bad examples…my wish for you is that you are blessed with loyal friends and family and your encounters with “bad apples” are few and far between.

  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Books by Avery Gale

  Excerpt from Mated

  Excerpt from Embracing Her Desires

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  Chapter One

  Lara Emmons quietly took her place between Peter and Fischer Weston smiling to herself because they’d both taken a step to the side making room for her despite the fact she knew they hadn’t actually seen her come in behind them. It always amazed her when they sensed her approach. They had been standing shoulder to shoulder when she’d stepped silently into the room, but they had each taken a single step in opposite directions before she’d even closed the door behind her. Dressed in matching all black tuxes, the two men were mouth-wateringly gorgeous. It still took her breath away at times when she looked at them. And knowing all the delights hidden below those dapper garments? Holy craptastic capers, Batman, just standing close to them was enough to make a girl swoon.

  Trying not to snicker at her melodramatic thoughts—damn she really did need to stop watching late night television—Lara focused on the fact that even though both men were Doms, they didn’t let it keep them from being courteous to everyone they came into contact with. And speaking of contact—sweet God in heaven their touch, even the casual way they were carefully maintaining contact from shoulders to hips was sending shivers up and down her spine. Lara loved the feeling of being cossetted between them. The warmth from their bodies almost made up for the next-to-nothing dress the two of them had chosen for her to wear, even standing perfectly still the hem barely covered the bottom curve of her ass cheeks. Lara was grateful the reception was inside because the slightest breeze was sure to move the almost translucent fabric, exposing her bare girly bits to every guest in the room. And while it was true most of the people here were members of Dark Desires, there were still several from the vanilla world who might not think seeing her pink bits was appropriate. Squirming at the thought, Lara gasped when Fischer gave her a quick swat, “Stop squirming, cupcake.”

  Yes, sireee, it was just like the man to wait until there was nothing between her ass and his hand but a handful of threads to become completely focused on every move she made. Lara had spent months trying to tempt Fischer into touching her, and just when she’d finally resigned herself to the fact he wasn’t interested, everything changed.

  Fischer Weston had been Cameron Barnes’ second-in-command but had taken the helm at Dark Desires after Cam decided to move his family to St. Maarten. Shortly before the Barnes moved, Fischer’s brother, Peter, had been dispatched to help secure the club following threats to CeCe, and Lara learned quickly why Fischer had been holding back. Now, Kyle and Kent West were purchasing Dark Desires, and both Weston brothers were acting as managers. The three of them had been living in the Barnes’ former penthouse apartment and Lara marveled every day at how much her life had changed in such a short time.

  Mentally shaking her head as she remembered how often she’d dreamed of being naked and at Fischer’s mercy before it had become a reality. Lara thought back on how the handsome Dom had nearly driven her out of her mind with his attention and flirting—always close, but just out of reach. She’d been able to see his interest, but he’d always stopped just short of pushing it further and Lara had wondered a thousand times what she was doing wrong. She could still remember every detail about the first time they met, it was the day she’d finally gotten up the nerve to step through the front doors of Dark Desires and inquire about membership.

  It had taken her weeks to get up the courage to track down the kink club she’d heard so much about and then even longer to have the nerve to actually decide to visit. Hell, she had made several attempts before actually making her way inside. During the first few forays, she hadn’t even m
ade it past the gatehouse at the street. It was a miracle the security guard working in the small building hadn’t called the police…hell, it was a wonder he hadn’t dropped a net over her until the local mental health hospital could dispatch the white coat brigade to retrieve her. She’d known he watched her pace up and down the sidewalk trying desperately to work up the nerve to request admittance, she’d even seen him trying to suppress a smile a time or two. After she’d gotten a job at the club, he’d teased her about her reluctance and when she’d flushed in mortification he’d given her a solid swat welcoming her to the fun side of town.

  She’d been wearing a floral sundress the day her curiosity and desire had finally won out over her fear—good Lord, she must have looked like Alice in Wonderland. Walking though the heavy engraved doors had certainly been akin to stepping through the looking glass because her entire life had changed for forever in that moment. And now, looking back, she couldn’t help but shake her head at what everyone had to have thought because she had to have looked like the poster child for bimbo tourists everywhere. But the sad truth was she’d been trying to impress everyone by dressing up in her nicest clothes. The children of missionaries didn’t have enormous clothing allowances and the simple sundress she’d worn had been the single piece in her wardrobe that hadn’t been washed a zillion times.

  By the time she’d made her way past the gatehouse and down the long drive leading to the club itself to step into the lavishly decorated reception area, Lara had been shaking so badly she’d worried her knees were actually going to start knocking against one another. But if she’d thought working up her nerve to enter had been tough, the worst was yet to come. Hearing the exorbitant membership cost had been earth shattering—all those weeks of anticipation had paled in the disillusionment she’d felt. Even though she’d tried to cover up her disappointment, she’d seen the knowing looks in the eyes of those watching her with a mixture of surprise and disdain that someone who was so obviously an outsider had even entertained the idea she might be able to join. Oh yeah, the people standing in the opulent entry hadn’t been fooled by her quick nod of understanding and polite thanks as she backed toward the door. She’d almost made it to the exit and she was proud of herself for holding back the tears of humiliation threatening to steal the last bits of her shredded dignity. Why she’d thought she had a prayer of being able to afford a membership had been a mystery.

  Lara had been shocked when the incredibly handsome man who’d been standing to the side of the reception desk spoke up. He was without any doubt the best looking man she’d ever seen, his movie star looks had stolen her ability to focus and when he stepped around the chest high counter to stand in front of her, the only thing Lara had been able to do was stare up at him. She had probably looked even more like a fish out of water standing there with her mouth hanging open. He’d introduced himself and mentioned a program the club’s owner was considering, which would allow potential members the opportunity to work part-time in one of the small businesses being opened inside the club in exchange for a reduction of their membership fee. Lara hadn’t known until recently that Fischer’s motives had been far from altruistic.

  Listening to the ceremony taking place across the large room, Lara couldn’t hold back her giddiness as she watched her former boss and his wife recommit themselves to one another before they each in turn pledged themselves to Carl Phillips. Seeing the love so clearly written in their expressions and watching how effortlessly it flowed between the three of them renewed her hope of someday finding the same joy. And knowing the unique dynamics of their relationship made Lara smile. Their extraordinary relationship was a perfect reminder that love doesn’t always look like we expect it to. That lesson in tolerance had been one her missionary parents had impressed upon her repeatedly when she was younger. As she’d grown up, Lara had gradually realized Lawrence and Rita Emmons methods of teaching Biblical lessons was more political and action based—something she assumed was part of the reason they were transferred so often.

  Her mom and dad had taken various missionary positions around the globe, and had only settled in Texas to fulfill a promise they’d made years earlier. Allowing their daughter to complete high school in one place had been an enormous concession on their part, but Lara had made the deal with them when she’d been too young to understand the challenge it presented to them, but she had to admire the fact they’d kept their word. Her mom and dad might not have been considered Evangelicals completely devoted to spreading the word of God, but that didn’t mean they’d forgotten the fact unconditional love was at the core of their religious beliefs. Lara had lived in some of the most poverty stricken and politically volatile areas of the world, where her blond hair and curvy figure drew a lot of negative attention. But her parents had always stressed the importance of being true to yourself, and it had been that particular lesson that had given her the courage to explore the piece of sexuality that didn’t seem to fit in with her friends’ views.

  Bringing her attention back to the moment, Lara admired the transformation Tobi West and Gracie McDonald had made in the club’s main room. The entire event had been organized by the two whirlwinds from The Prairie Winds Club and they had somehow turned the kink club’s largest room into something resembling an English garden. How they had managed to use so many flowers baffled Lara and the crew that had carried in case after case of every imaginable type of flora. As she stood between Peter and Fischer Weston, she felt her heart melting at the intimacy of the ceremony itself. Tobi and Gracie might have done everything else, but the vows had obviously been written by the participants themselves. The ceremony was being conducted by a member of the club, and even though Cam and CeCe were still the only ones legally married, Lara would defy anyone to deny unity of all three people making their pledges to one another.

  Over the past six months she had watched as an entirely new side of Cameron Barnes emerged. As the owner of Dark Desires, one of the country’s more prestigious kink clubs, Master C as he was known, had a reputation as one of the most hardline Doms around. She’d been equal parts terrified and mesmerized by him the entire time she’d been working at the club. But the ruthless man who often seemed to materialize out of thin air—how could anyone move so quietly?—which continually kept her looking over her shoulder, had faded quickly and been replaced by a far more likable version.

  The only time she’d seen anything resembling the unyielding Dominant she’d known as Master C before Carl Phillips’ arrival was a few days ago during their discussion about the ridiculous amount of money he was paying her as a nanny when she wasn’t doing the work. He’d leaned back against his desk with his arms crossed over his muscular chest and his ankles crossed in a deceptively casual pose as he listened patiently and studied her intently. When she had finally paused, he’d pushed away from the desk standing to his full height before proceeding to explain in very colorful detail how much he would enjoy watching her Masters punish her for insolence if he heard another word about it. Damnable man.

  He was awfully bossy for a man who was selling the club—just in case anyone was interested in her opinion—which of course they weren’t. No, if Lara had learned one thing during her time at Dark Desires, it was Doms rarely asked anything even vaguely resembling permission after their initial negotiations with a submissive—they didn’t need to, because they watched…everything.

  “There’s that enchanting Mona Lisa smile again. I’m wondering where your mind is wandering off to, precious girl.” Peter’s sweet words moved over the shell of her ear leaving behind heat far more intense than the warmth of his breath. They had all three been so exhausted by the time they’d returned to the penthouse each night the past week , they’d barely had the energy to shower before falling face first into bed. Obviously her body was beginning to protest the lack of attention because suddenly every cell felt as if it had been electrified. Talk about being pathetic, holy craptastic, Lara, all the man did was whisper a question in your ear and your mi
nd skips right to how fast you can get naked before you trip him and beat him to the floor. Lara had big plans for Fischer and Peter after tonight’s ceremony. She fully intended to have her wicked way with her Masters, even if it meant getting a few swats beforehand.

  “My love, you know, even though I can’t hear your thoughts clearly, it doesn’t mean I’m not getting very strong emotions. Anytime we are skin to skin I’m gifted with awareness of what you are feeling, and right now I’m sensing you are feeling a bit neglected.” She couldn’t hold back her gasp of surprise, damn it all to dirty dominos. How did he know? When their grandmother had visited a few weeks earlier, the older woman had warned her as their bond grew, both men’s abilities to “read her” would probably strengthen as well. But Lara had shrugged it off as something to worry about a few years into the future rather than just a couple of months. Frack a big friggin’ frog.

  Peter moved so quickly she barely had time to register the movement before she felt two heated swats on her thinly covered ass. The dress they’d chosen for her to wear was made of midnight blue silk and was the most comfortable thing she’d ever worn—except for the fact it was cut to her naval in the front and to the dimples at the top of her ass in the back. When she’d asked how she was supposed to keep her breasts from making a sudden appearance both men had simply shrugged. She was guessing they wouldn’t be too happy about the double stick tape she’d used to secure the edges. Lara quickly banished those thoughts hoping Peter hadn’t picked them up.

  Gasping at the sting but immediately feeling her sex flood with moisture, Lara wanted to curse her traitorous body. Damn her horny self, it was going to give her away even though she wanted to act indignant about her stinging ass cheeks. Peter slid his hand up the back of her dress and Lara felt herself stiffen for just a moment. Before meeting the Weston brothers, she would have been mortified to have a man pawing her in plain view of others, but they had been slowing acclimating her to being naked in public. They’d teased her about being a prude, but she knew better. Even though they liked to remind her it was their decision when and if they displayed her in public, they had also been crystal clear about the fact they only shared with one another.