REPLAY BOOK 10: PATRIOT GAMES

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REPLAY BOOK 10: PATRIOT GAMES

by Nia Farrell

Length 22,729 words. Release date June 1, 2018.

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Will the third time be the charm?  Replay Dominant Richard Benjamin Franklin lost Gini Shelton to Marcus Vos and Jannet MacDonald to Ian McGregor.  Now it’s Revolutionary War weekend, and he’s been assigned a new submissive—and not just anyone.  Victoria St. Leger is the Replay owner’s sister and an heiress in her own right.  Earning her submission will be the ultimate prize.

This weekend they’ll play Patriot and Loyalist, Whig and Tory.  However, this Tory’s surrender isn’t guaranteed despite the electricity that sizzles between them.  Rich might have her, but can he hold her, when her life is in England and he’s stuck here?  And will he want her, once he learns Tory’s secret?

She’s not just descended from a witch.  She is one.

This paranormal BDSM erotic romance has adult content, hints of reincarnation, and elements of magick.  Written for ages 18+.

Excerpt 1:

“Are you all right?” she asked softly, regretting her initial conclusion.  He wasn’t rude.  He was hurting, at least a little.  “Can I get you anything?  Water?  Or something stronger?”

“No, thanks,” he said, his voice still strained.  “I was headed into Replay One to make a massage appointment when Eleanor brought out Piers to show him the cake.  I knew it was more than she should handle and offered to bring it in for her.  If you’ll excuse me, I need to get back.”

He forced a smile, just enough to make dimples dent his cheeks.  His teeth were wide, white, and strong.  His jaw was slightly square and shadowed by a dark scruff of beard that matched his thick locks of hair.

Unable to do anything for the pain etched on his face, she stood there, feeling awkward and foolish.  “Well, thank you for helping Eleanor.  It was very kind of you….”  Drawing out the last word, she made it a blank for him to fill.

“Rich,” he said.  “Rich Franklin.”

“Franklin.  Any relation to Benjamin?” she teased.

“Actually, yes.  My full name is Richard Benjamin Franklin. No relation to the actor, though.”

“Really?  How fascinating!  Well, Richard Benjamin Franklin, I must say, it was nice meeting you.”

She extended her right hand.  When he took it, she felt the current run from her palm into his.  He felt it, too.  His dark eyes widened.

“What was that?”  Free of icy disdain, his voice was low and mellifluous.

This close, she had to lift her chin and arch her neck to meet his gaze.  The man had to be at least six feet, three inches tall, shorter than Piers but still inches taller than she was.  His dark eyes were stunning, almost black and full of questions.

“The sparks?” she ventured.  “I’ve been told that it’s something in the blood, passed down from a Scottish ancestress who was said to be a witch.  It seems more Tesla to me than that, but I can’t explain it any more than I can command it at will.  If you’d like to venture a guess, please, feel free to do so…, Sir, is it?  I assume that you are called Sir here.”

That earned her a genuine grin.  “At Replay, you would call me Sir, and I would call you trouble.”

“Oh?”

He tightened his grip when she tried to take back her hand.

She arched a brow at his impertinence.  “And why is that?”

“Because I strained my back this week and I’m under doctor’s order to take it easy.  There’s nothing easy about you.”

She couldn’t tell if he meant that as flattery or not.  “You never know.  I might surprise you.”

He looked at her, considering.  “I don’t doubt it.  I don’t doubt it one bit.”

When he finally released her hand, she curled her fingers into a fist, as if she could capture and keep the feel of him.  She’d felt the sparks before, but never as strongly as just now.  Then again, she’d never met a man quite like Richard Benjamin Franklin.

 

SEXCERPT:

Tory took him in her mouth, licking his length and sucking his cock until his skin gleamed with her saliva.  She kissed the tip and crawled up his body.  Reaching between them, she grasped his erection and held it.  Parting her folds with his crown, she found her opening and slid down onto his shaft.

He was too much for her, but she was greedy for his possession.  She remembered how totally he’d filled her.  How he’d claimed her mouth, her pussy, her arse.  How he’d taken his time, being careful to not hurt her with that massive erection of his.  She’d never handled a man his size.  She hadn’t been certain that she could.

Somehow, they managed to fit.

What a sensation that was, being filled completely by a man who was focused on her and committed to meeting her needs.  It just kept getting better.  He more than filled her, but her body delighted in accommodating him, stretching to allow his possession.  He played with her breasts, squeezing her mounds, catching the tips between his fingers, pinching, tugging, and twisting them, sending a searing bolt of sexual energy to her root and belly chakras.

She did the same, twisting the hard peaks of his nipples and feeling his cock swell inside her.  Leaning down, she took a pebbled tip in her mouth, teasing it with her teeth, flicking it with her tongue, closing her lips and sucking on his sensitive flesh.

“Yes,” he grated, fisting her hair and pressing her face to his chest.  “God damn, that’s good.  Suck it, duchess.  Suck me and fuck me.”

She slid a hand between them to finger her clit, rubbing circles over her sensitive button of flesh.  The pressure built.  Her body stiffened, poised on the edge of release.

“Please, Sir,” she begged him.  “I need…I need…”

His fist pulled on her hair, turning her face up to meet his dark gaze.  The expression on his face was fierce, with nostrils flared, his jaw clamped, and breath hissing between his teeth.  Beneath her, she felt his testes tighten, signaling his own eminent release.

“Come for me,” he ordered.

She came with a cry, shattering around him and over him, needing his touch to keep her anchored, his fingers to pick up the pieces and put them back into place.

 

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Replay Set 3: Wing Men, The Dark Side, Naughty New Year, Gladiator

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Replay Set 3: Wing Men, The Dark Side, Naughty New Year, Gladiator

by Nia Farrell

Length: 75,405 words. Release Date April 1, 2018.

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Welcome to Replay, the BDSM theme resort where patrons roleplay in the past.  Replay Set 3 contains Replay Book 7-9 and Replay Reunion 1.

Replay Book 7: WING MEN. During World War I weekend, a singer comes under the sights of two rival fighter pilots. If they want her, they’ll have to learn to share. Released August 1, 2017. Length 20,081 words.  Teasers and Excerpt http://bit.ly/WingMenWP

Replay Book 8: THE DARK SIDE.  It’s Cinema Classics weekend at Replay BDSM theme resort.  When 1930s Hollywood vamp meets vampire on the dark side of the resort, the chemistry is off the charts.  But can a relationship survive the light of day, when a doctor requires anonymity and his submissive is a celebrity?  Release date November 1, 2018.  Length 25,313 words.  Teasers and Excerpt http://bit.ly/RB8WP

Replay Reunion 1: NAUGHTY NEW YEAR.  Replay BDSM theme resort hosts its third New Year’s Eve party in the newest addition, The Steamroom, built for Iron Domination Steampunk play.  Release date January 1, 2018.  Length 6,218 words.  Teasers and excerpt http://bit.ly/RR1WP

Replay Book 9: GLADIATOR.  Replay BDSM theme resort has four new Doms, an international team of gladiators who live and train together at the resort’s Roman villa.  Replay’s wardrobe assistant Leda Giannopoulis hopes to be the tie that will bind them, but her kidnapping fantasy will threaten to tear them apart.  MMFMM interracial multicultural bisexual reverse harem ménage a cinco.  Release date February 1, 2018.  Length 23,793 words.  Teasers and Excerpt http://bit.ly/RB9WP

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Replay Book 9: Gladiator

 

Replay Book 9: Gladiator by Nia Farrell

Length 23,793 words. Release date February 1, 2018.

MMFMM BDSM Erotic Romance, interracial, international

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Greek-born Leda Giannopoulis is a wardrobe assistant at Replay BDSM theme resort where patrons roleplay in the past.  Work interferes with participating in scenes, but it doesn’t stop her from fantasizing about being kidnapped.  She never expected to be taken, let alone by the international, interracial cadre of four gladiators who live and train at Replay’s new Roman villa. 

Sir Djiman is a bisexual Ethiopian personal trainer.  Sir Marcus is an Italian photographer.  German-born Lukas Arik Haas is a fitness model and aspiring author.  Sir Antony, the bisexual Spanish swordmaster and leader of the group, warns her that life with them will be very demanding.  Leda will be submitting to four Dominants with very different personalities.  Two of them already seem at odds with each other.  Leda hopes to be the tie that will bind them, but her kidnapping fantasy might prove to be the very thing that tears them apart. 

This book deals with subjects that include bullying and unsolved murder and may contain triggers.  An interracial, multicultural MMFMM BDSM ménage a cinco, written for Ages 18+. 

EXCERPT: 

“Does it turn you on, to imagine being taken against your will?”

“Yes.”

“And what about this?” 

Quick as a ninja, Lukas shot up from the chaise, grabbed her forearms, and threw Leda onto it, following her down and pinning her in place with his body.  He pulled her wrists above her head and manacled them in one hand.  Thrusting his other five fingers under her skirt, he felt just how turned on she was.  Her pussy lips were swollen.  The crotch of her panties was sopping wet.

She moaned when he pressed against her clit.

God damn if that wasn’t one of the sexiest things he’d ever heard.

That voice of hers was like an aphrodisiac.  Normally, he’d have her give him fellatio to take the edge off and fuck her longer.  But if hard and fast got her off, he had no problem with that.

He slammed his mouth down on hers.  Forcing her lips apart, he shoved his tongue inside to duel with hers, claiming her orifice above as thoroughly as he planned to claim those below.  She whimpered into his mouth.  He groaned, relishing the sound.

She tasted of citrus and spice and smelled like heaven, with the soft scent of peaches rising from her skin.  Her body writhed beneath his, grinding against him in silent invitation.

Hooking his fingers in her panties, he ripped them off of her and tossed them aside.  He managed to work the buttons of his Victorian-inspired steampunk pants open and freed his erection.  It thumped against her belly.  She twisted towards him, wanting more.

He gave it to her.  Prying her legs apart with his knees, he wedged himself between her creamy thighs and sank his length inside her in one long, hard, meaty thrust that had her begging for more.  Once he knew what she could handle, he cut loose, driving into her with the precision of a well-oiled machine, his body slamming into hers, again, and again, and again.

 

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Replay Book 8: The Dark Side

Handsome Muscular Bodybuilder Turned Back

Replay Book 8: The Dark Side

by Nia Farrell

Length: 26,421 words. Release Date November 1, 2017.

Amazon e-book  http://mybook.to/RB8  or https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0762SFXM3/

Goodreads http://bit.ly/Replay8GR or https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36330519-replay-book-8

Blurb: Actress Ashley Slade once filmed in Replay’s Versailles Room, and she’s been invited back for Cinema Classics weekend at the BDSM theme resort.  Nursing old wounds and fresh hurts, she can justify the expense as research for an upcoming audition.  Based on a true story, it’s a role that she desperately needs to salvage her career and save her home.

Ashley invested nearly all of her savings into her first movie as a producer.  The film failed, as did her relationship with costar Cade Madden.  The only thing that’s constant in her life is the chronic pain from a severe back injury.  She refuses to use the prescription drugs that landed her in rehab.

Master Sorin (Sebastian Moldovan) is the Romanian Dominant who portrays a vampire Dom on the RACK side of the resort.  A doctor who now teaches, Sebastian is assigned to guide Ashley throughout the weekend and keep her safe during play.

In the outside world, they can never be a couple.  Keeping his job means maintaining his anonymity.  But there’s no denying their elemental attraction to each other.  When her 1930s Hollywood vamp meets his vampire, the chemistry is off the charts.  What will happen in the harsh light of day?  Can this star-crossed couple write their own happy ending, or will the circumstances force them to go their separate ways?

This story includes more extreme elements of BDSM and may contain triggers.  Written for Ages 18+.

 

Excerpt:

He led her to the St. Andrew’s cross in the corner.  A small table nearby held four leather cuffs, a flogger, lubricant, two sizes of anal plugs, and condoms.

Just thinking about the possibility of his possession made her soaking wet.  He fastened the cuffs on her wrists and ankles and had her stand, facing the cross.  When he ordered her to spread her legs so that he could secure them, there was no hiding the scent of her arousal.

He drew his fingers up her leg as he rose, leaving a trail of gooseflesh in his wake.  He palmed her ass and slid his hand up her spine, past the scar on her low back to the base of her neck.  Tracing the line of her shoulders and arms, he grasped her wrists, put them where he wanted them, and fastened them to the cross, too.  Gathering her hair, he twisted it into a rope, brought it to her front, and tucked it between her breasts to help keep it there.

“Before we begin, I need your safewords.  One to slow the play, another to stop it.  What are your safewords, dragă?”

“I don’t know,” she said, feeling slightly panicked.  She should have chosen them before coming.  Now it was too late to be creative or clever.  “I can’t think of any.”

“Then let’s make it simple.  Yellow to slow, red to stop.  Just like driving.”

“Okay,” she breathed, glad that he wasn’t going to make her come up with something more exotic.  Her mind was too full of other things, like lube, anal plugs, condoms, and the hot, hard, and very sizeable erection that she felt pressed against her.

“Stay here.  I’ll be right back.”

Master Sorin went into her bedroom’s en-suite and returned with wet washcloths and towels.  “Now, we can begin.  Have you ever worn a plug?” he asked.

“No.”

“Have you had anal sex?”

“Yes.”

“Did you like it?”

She’d only done it with Cade, and he had to be persuaded to go there.  “It was okay.”

He grunted.  “We’ll start with the plug for now.  I’m going to check you.  I need to see how tight you are and what size plug you can handle.”

Lubricating his finger, he circled the ruched ring of her ass and pressed against it, gentle but insistent, until half of his finger was inside her.

“Give me a word,” he rumbled, testing her opening, judging how much he could give her, seeing how much more she could take.

“Green.  I’m good, Master Sorin.”

He pushed in deeper, penetrating her with one lubed finger, then two.  Stopping there, he oiled the larger anal plug and inserted it into her rectum.  “Color?” he asked, tapping on the plug.

“Lime,” she wheezed.  “Just…give me a minute, please, Master?  I need to relax my muscles, and the plug isn’t helping.”

Wiping his fingers clean on one of the washcloths, he started massaging the tension from her with those gifted hands of his.  Hands that helped.  Hands that healed.  Hands that had held countless lives in the balance and done their best to bring them through to the other side.

She wondered, when he’d lost a battle, had he cried?

“That’s it, dragă.  Relax.  Let go.  Trust me to take care of you.  Trust me to give you what you need.”

Ashley exhaled a deep, cleansing breath and put herself fully into Master Sorin’s hands.

“And now, the flogger, for your pleasure and mine.  Keep your muscles relaxed and welcome it.  Here we go.”

He stepped back.  Immediately, her body missed his warmth, and she shivered.

“Breathe, dragă,” he reminded her.

Ashley drew in a deep breath, held it, and exhaled, feeling some of her tension leave with it.  She remembered to inhale when the first blow fell, the soft leather falls striking her upper back.  He swung it again, aiming for the other side this time, checking his strength and easing her into it.  Gradually, his blows got harder, and closer together, until he was raining them down on her back, her hips, her thighs.  One carefully placed swing caught the anal plug.

Ashley moaned her pleasure.

Master Sorin dropped the flogger.  Behind her, she heard the crinkle of a foil packet, the jangle of a belt buckle, the snick of a zipper, then his breath, hot and harsh against her neck.  “One word stops it,” he reminded her, as if she could.  Weeks of masturbation had her primed and ready for him.

“Please.  Oh, please,” she begged him.  “Fuck me….”

 

Excerpt 2:

He hadn’t meant for things to go this far, this fast.

Sebastian shoved aside the thought.  Ashley wanted this.  Wanted him.  Sooner or later, what did it matter?

Wetting himself on her juices, he notched his glans in her opening and pushed inside, not stopping until he had worked most of his length into her tight,wet hole.

He smiled to feel it.  Not every woman could handle nine inches.

He hadn’t been worried.  If he couldn’t bury himself in her sex, there was always her ass.  She’d taken his fingers and the plug beautifully.  But he planned to save anal for later.  They had all weekend.  There were so many things he wanted to show her.  So many kinks that he’d like her to try.

Grasping her hips in a bruising grip, he began to pound into her, setting off a series of tiny orgasms that made her pussy gush, until her juices were running down her legs.  Keeping one hand on her hip, he wrapped his fingers around her shoulder and snapped his pelvis, driving into her and hitting her G-spot.  She came, hard, drenching them both with her juices.

“Yessss,” he grated.  Continuing to fuck her, he brought her up to her next orgasm and kept her there, hovering on the precipice, until she was begging for release and he was ready to join her.  He bit the base of her neck, twisted her nipple, and heaved inside, ripping a climax from her.  He came, filling the end of his condom while her deliciously snug walls spasmed around him, milking his length.

She was perfect.

Before they’d met, he’d had his doubts.  When he had expressed them to Sir Piers, Replay’s Master Dom had assured him that he would find Ashley Slade a pleasant surprise.

Sir Piers was right, as always.  She was intelligent, curious, and very, very guarded.  She had old scars and fresher wounds that were far from healed.  She was fractured—but not broken.  A recovering addict with a back injury that would never go away, limiting her on what they could do.

He’d never had a fragile submissive.  The women he usually paired with on the RACK side of the resort could handle anything that he gave them and more.  Given her medical history, it was possible that Ashley could not support the weight of his body when he finally took her to bed.

He kissed the place where his teeth had marked her and licked the petal softness of her skin.  Still impaled on his cock, she moaned and pressed back, grinding against him.

“Give me a color, dragă.”

“Green, Master Sorin.  Better than green.  That was amazing.”

Indeed, it was.

A glance at the clock told him what he already knew.  There was no time for a bath.  A quick shower, dress, then they’d head back to wardrobe.

Pulling free, he took care of his condom in the en-suite.  He returned with a fresh, warm washcloth for Ashley, wiping the sweat from her back and cleaning her juices from her thighs.  He removed the anal plug before washing between her legs.  Tossing the used cloth aside, he unfastened her ankles and wrists, checking the color and circulation of each one.

Taking hold of her shoulders, he turned her towards him and kissed her temple.  “Shower,” he said.  “Then dress.  If we don’t do anything else, we should make it to wardrobe with a few minutes to spare.”

Ashley rolled her shoulders and sighed.  “Too bad,” she said, her voice still husky with arousal.  “I love shower sex.  And bathtub sex.  Hot tub, swimming pool, ocean—just mention water, and I get wet.  Better Pavlov’s dog than Schrödinger’s cat, I suppose.”

Sebastian smiled.  If he wasn’t aware of her intelligence before, her casual use of scientific references would have clued him in.

Ashley Slade just became even more interesting.

Damn it.

He wasn’t looking for a permanent sub, and there was no way in hell that he could maintain anonymity with someone like her.  He had agreed to be her Dominant, knowing that this weekend was all that they could ever have.

“Shower only,” he growled.  “Tease me or try for more, and you’ll earn yourself a caning.”

“Yes, Master.”  She said the right words, but he glimpsed the brat in her eyes, clearly itching to disobey. 

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WELCOME TO REPLAY…

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Welcome to Replay, the ocean-side BDSM theme resort where patrons come to play in the past.  The settings are museum-quality, the handcrafted garments look like originals brought forward in time, and the staff members are selected for their unique talents and abilities.  Each scene that they bring to life is drawn from a page in history, but no one has to suffer through it—

Unless that’s what they want.

The books in the series so far (click on each title for buy links, the full blurb, a teaser slideshow, and an excerpt):

Replay Book 1: VIKING RAIDA curious virgin makes Replay resort’s Viking Dom an offer he can’t refuse.  Released July 1, 2016.  Length 20,051 words/99 pages.  Nominated Best Erotica, 2016 Summer Indie Book Awards.

Replay Book 2: TRIPLE PLAYA celibate sex addict meets a Scottish Dominant who’s determined to be the exception to her rules.  Released September 1, 2016.  Length 20,232 words / 100 pages.

Replay Book 3: HONOUR BOUNDA psychologist interested in BDSM experiences it first-hand with the owner of Replay resort.  Released November 1, 2016.  Length 19,946 words / 97 pages.

Replay Set 1—Viking Raid, Triple Play, Honour Bound.  Contains Books 1-3

Replay Book 4: HOOKED.  During pirate weekend, a curious librarian explores BDSM with a Dominant veteran amputee.  Released January 1, 2017.  Length 21,950 words/ 121 pages. 

Replay Book 5: NIGHT MUSIC.  In an updated version of Cyrano de Bergerac, bisexual Replay resort psychiatrist Sir Josef plays matchmaker with a blind concert pianist and her mentor and falls for them both.  A MMF ménage.  Released March 1, 2017.  Length 19,438 words / 104 pages.

Replay Book 6: HIGHLAND FLING.  During a special music weekend at Replay resort, a former ballerina must choose between two Dominants.  Released May 1, 2017.  Length 20,081 words.

Replay Book 7: WING MEN.  During World War I weekend, a singer comes under the sights of two rival fighter pilots.  If they want her, they’ll have to learn to share.  Release date August 1, 2017.  Length 20,312 words.

 

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Replay Book 7: WING MEN

 

Replay Book 7: Wing Men

by Nia Farrell

Length: 20,312 words. Release date August 1, 2017.

 

Amazon e-book http://mybook.to/RB7 or https://www.amazon.com/dp/B073SFW94N

Goodreads http://bit.ly/RB7GR 

It’s World War I weekend at Replay resort, and vocalist Lara Eastman is one of the entertainers hired to help bring the past to life.  The offer comes at a time when she’s worried about how to pay her bills.  She accepts the job but declines getting vetted to play—something that she quickly regrets when she meets not one but two very attractive—and very Dominant—pilots.

Alexander Boulton is the resort owner’s cousin.  This weekend, the handsome Brit is flying a Sopwith Camel against his rival Dmitry Chezhekov, a Russian-born pilot who portrays a German flying ace.  On the ground, the red-haired singer comes under both men’s sights. 

Lara meets Alex first, but she’s equally attracted to Dmitry.  She rarely hooks up at events, but Alex and Dmitry will prove the exception to her rules.  The truth is, she wants them both.  Unwilling to settle for one when she can have it all, Lara proposes a threesome.

The men are fierce competitors.  Each is determined to bring her the ultimate in pleasure.  Only one thing is certain.  If they want her, they’ll have to learn to share.

Written for ages 18+.

 

Excerpt:

An air raid signal sounded.  German soldiers grabbed their guns and took their places behind the sandbag barriers.  The planes came in low, strafing the field.  Bursts of blank rounds sounded from the German rifles.  Puffs of dirt flew into the air from charges that had been laid earlier.  The way that they detonated, it looked like bullets from the planes were hitting the ground.

Meanwhile, the German pilots were scrambling, climbing in their fighters, strapping on goggles, and preparing to start their engines.  Five ground crew members each took hold of a propeller and gave it a spin.  The radial engines roared to life.  Freed of their wheel chocks, the planes headed for the runway.

Dmitry was the last to take off, but his Fokker’s superb climbing ability allowed him to quickly join the others.  They flew only far enough to turn and meet the British head on.

From her vantage point, Dmitry and Alex’s planes seemed to be on a collision course.  She held her breath and fisted her gloved hands, watching, hoping, trusting that nothing went wrong.  At the last minute, the Sopwith Camel pulled up, barely missing the Fokker.

More passes were made.  Planes were “disabled.”  Billowing trails of blue smoke, the downed German planes landed here.  The “crippled” British planes returned to their imaginary base.

Finally, only three were left.  Dmitry, Alex, and another British pilot engaged in a stunning display of aerial combat, with all the climbs, rolls, and maneuvers that you’d expect in a big-budget motion picture.  Eventually, Dmitry simulated being shot, leaving a trail of smoke as he landed.  The two British planes flew off, victorious after their successful raid.

Cheers broke out from the crowd.  When the applause had quieted, Sir Piers addressed the spectators who’d come out for the morning battle.

“Thank you,” he said.  “What an amazing display!  The pilots shall all return shortly and will be joining us.  Lunch will be served at eleven thirty, to our reenactors, patrons, staff members, and guests.  The next reenactment, scheduled this afternoon at one, will be a German attack on a French airfield.  The final battle today at five pm will be a different version of this scenario.  Meanwhile, the bar will soon be open in the casino tent, where games of chance, music, and conversation may be found for those who wish to stay the day.”

While they had been watching the combat demonstration, a crew of workers had erected yet another tent, yellow striped with two massive center posts and a roof that would cover a one-ring circus.  She guessed that tables, chairs, and equipment were being carried in through a back opening.  The casino’s front door flaps were closed.

“I’m afraid that it is off limits to you, my dear,” Sir Piers said, “where you are not vetted.  Pity, but rules are rules where scenes are concerned.”

“I understand,” she assured him.  “But the day is lovely.  You’ve provided food, and shelter from the sun.  A place to sit and things to see.  I’m hoping to get a closer look at the planes, if they’ll let me.”

“I’m certain that can be arranged.”  He lowered his voice to a dramatic whisper.  “I know people.”

Lara laughed.  “I’m sure that you do.  Hopefully, he’ll be back soon.”

Sir Piers strained his ear, listening.  “I do believe that I hear a familiar stutter headed this way.  Alex should be here shortly.  I must leave soon to check on the situation at home.  With luck, I will not return alone.  We shall see.”

The German soldiers were already headed for the food tent.  The ground crews and pilots followed.  Lara sat in one of four folding chairs at a small round table in a shady corner of the space. With tea to drink and a scone to nibble on, she settled in to people watch.  It always fascinated her when costumed civilians and military reenactors intermingled.  And she loved listening to the reenactors who regaled each other with stories.  It truly was like stepping back in time.

Being a single female, sitting alone and therefore perceived as available, she halfway expected to be approached by the men, and possibly some of the women.  Introducing herself as a non-vetted performer worked like a charm.  Most of these people were here to play.

The only one who seemed to not mind that she couldn’t was Dmitry.  But then, she suspected that he looked upon her as a special challenge.  He took his time coming over, accepting accolades from the other reenactors and chatting with a few other guests.  Helping himself to a plate of late breakfast and a cup of coffee, he headed straight for her.

“I sit here, da?”

Lara managed to not smile.  “If that’s a question—May you sit here?—the answer is yes.  Yes, you may sit with me.”

Dmitry took the chair to her right.  His plate was heavy on protein and lower on carbs.  He spiked his coffee with a dash of whatever he was carrying in an antique silver flask.  Slipping it back inside his brown leather aviator’s jacket, he flashed an unrepentant grin.  “A touch,” he said.  “Safe to fly later.  Safe to sit now.  Tonight, I listen to you.  When done, maybe you listen to me.  We see.”

“Lara.”

Alex’s voice dashed the flame that Dmitry’s smoldering delivery had ignited inside her, but only for a moment.  Alex and Dmitry were rivals in the air, but were they willing to share?  She didn’t want to choose between them.  She wanted them both, if only for the weekend.

Which brought her to all of the obstacles that must be overcome.  She wasn’t vetted.  If the men could be talked into a threesome, it would be vanilla sex in Dmitry’s room at the resort, quiet kink at her bed and breakfast, or permission to use the St. Leger’s Dungeon for a full-blown session of kinky fuckery.

She knew what she wanted.

Lara wanted it all.

“Alex,” Lara chirped, hoping that she managed to sound relatively innocent.  So many naughty thoughts were in her head right now, her mind was doing a spin that would have earned her a nine point five at the Winter Olympics.  “Won’t you join us?”

Dmitry bristled, but she ignored it.  Better to find out now if there was hope for both men tonight.  They would have to agree on a number of things—first and foremost, could they play with her together, or would she need to keep them apart?

Alex looked at his plate, at Dmitry, at her.  “I believe that I shall.  Thank you.”  He took the chair to her left, sandwiching her between them.

Delicious.

Alex’s plate was a balance of protein and carbs.  He and Dmitry had both taken sausage links and scrambled eggs, but Alex had added hash browns, a biscuit with butter and jelly, and several pieces of fresh fruit.  Dmitry had opted for half a biscuit smothered in sausage gravy and no potatoes.

Dmitry seemed to be enjoying the Russian equivalent of Irish coffee.  Alex drank milk and nodded approvingly at her tea.

“So, tell me,” she said, looking at Alex.  “This morning’s combat.  From down here, it looked like you two were going to take each other out.  When you’re sharing airspace, how close do you get before you pull away?”

He sliced an apologetic glance at Dmitry.  “Today, closer than I like.  The controls were slow to respond.  I’ll check it out before I take her up again.”

Lara took a breath and looked at Dmitry, too.  “You didn’t try to avoid him.  No evasive action that I saw, anyway.””

Dmitry shrugged as if it were no big deal.  “He was close.  I wait.  He move.”

“Well,” she said, glancing at each man, connecting them with her gaze, “I’ve seen you share airspace.  I was wondering if—hoping that?—I might tempt you to share more.  Just so you know, I’m not a trained submissive.  I’ve never done anything much beyond having my wrists tied, wearing a blindfold, and getting spanked.  Pretty vanilla, I know.  But I’m willing, if you are.  Except that not being vetted limits us to what we can do on Replay property.  I’m going to leave you two to figure it out.  Come tonight and hear me sing.  After the concert, you can tell me what you want to do.”

She left them sitting, speechless.  It was a temporary state, she was certain.  While she went to look at the airplanes, they were probably stabbing at their breakfasts and dueling with each other for supremacy.

There can be only one…

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Could two Doms be in control?  She thought so.  She hoped so.  One thing was certain.  If they wanted her, they’d have to learn to share.

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