Havermouth, Present TimeAislen’s restless fidgeting increased the closer that they got to the river house and Heath tried to push down the ache that gnawed in his sternum. “We are working on the garden,” he said as he turned in the gate, seeking to relieve the growing tension with conversation. “There’s an argument whether to restore the formal gardens that were original to the house, or to do something more natural and lower maintenance.”“Oh.”“We will probably have to hire a landscaper to decide the matter for us,” he pressed the button to activate the roller door of the garage to the side of the house.“This is new,” she said as he pulled up in his space.“Needed somewhere to park the cars.”“And the tractor,” she nodded towards it. “I’m guessing that’s Cameron’s as it isn’t precisely your or Rhett’s style.”He laughed, but his laughter sounded tight and forced to his own ears. “Come on,” he got out of the car and went to the rear of the car to collect the groceries. By the time

Havermouth, Present TimeHeath continued the tour of the renovated river house, taking Aislen upstairs to where the Triquetra kept their work and play areas – and it was both. There was an office for Cameron, one for Heath, and a generous area that served both as office and art-studio for Rhett.And then there was the playroom.The door was code-locked, and Heath opened the double doors into a darkened room. As he stepped over the threshold, a strip of red lighting set at ground level lit up, revealing a massive room that easily occupied half the second level. It was so large that there were structural support poles that divided the space.A huge four poster bed was central, circled by a variety of leather covered benches, frames, restraints, swings and St Andrews’ cross.The walls of the room were curtained, and Heath picked a remote up off a table and they pulled back to reveal internally lit glass fronted cases displaying a range of toys and BDSM wear.“This is other level,” Aislen

Havermouth, Present TimeHeath arranged the spill of Aislen’s hair over the edge of the mattress. “When I tell you…” He said sliding his hand under her back. “I want you to lift here, and your leg,” he adjusted the position. “Here.” He stepped back and ran his eye over her and Cameron. “Yes, that…” He was breathing heavily.Aislen smirked. “Gets you off.”“It does,” his smile was wry. “As does looking at the images after.”“Well, let’s make these worth wanking over,” she gestured come hither with her fingers to Cameron. “You know where I want your lips, handsome,” she purred up at him. “Like you promised, an orgasm for each photo.”“That’s not quite how the game was intended. We’re supposed to be in charge,” Cameron braced his arms over her. Heath snapped a photo startling them both, and then a second as they both looked up at him. Cameron was laughing as he looked back down at Aislen. “I like this way,” he said softly, and began to kiss her beneath her jaw, so that she angled her hea

Havermouth, Present TimeAislen lay on Cameron’s chest as they watched as Heath showered in the open-air ensuite bathroom tucked into a corner of the playroom. He faced towards them as he washed, gripping his c-ck and stroking himself back to hardness, his eyes glinting wickedly and a small smile on his lips.“He’s planning evil things,” she murmured.Cameron pressed his lips into her hair. He was contentedly lazy below her, awash in post orgasm satiation. He had lasted through two of her orgasms before losing control and rolling her under him so that he could f-k himself hard and fast into completion whilst Heath photographed the action. “You’ll love every moment of the evil,” he predicted.“Highly likely,” she kissed his chest. “What happened between you and Talen?”“Why do you think something happened?” He asked, but his c-ck twitched back to life.“Your c-ck says something happened,” she closed her hand around it, encouraging him back to full hardness. “What did my vampire do to y

Havermouth, Present Time The rain came and went in patches and according to the forecast on Heath’s phone, the bulk of the storm wouldn’t strike until after midnight, so they headed into town after eating an early dinner/late lunch of steak and broccolini in the kitchen. The streets around the town hall were surprisingly busy considering the weather, with people in rain jackets huddling beneath umbrellas hurrying though the storm-dark early evening from their cars to the shelter of the building whilst exclaiming about the cold and dodging the puddles left from earlier showers. Aislen was glad that Heath had given her one of Rhett’s jackets to wear, though Cameron and Heath huddled her between them, offering their body heat to combat the cold wind that tugged at the umbrella that Heath held over the three of them. The flow of brown frothing water along the street and into the drain caught Aislen’s eyes and she frowned, something nagging at the edge of her mind. She dismissed it as t