Kinko de Mayo (6 page)

But Scott made it. Barely. He let out a cry of his own and took a few more hard strokes inside her.

“Dammit,” Keith said, his tone light. “Guess I don’t get to torture you more.” After a few last strokes, he finished and fell still.

Keith reached around him and took control of the Hitachi from him, keeping it pressed against her clit. “And a little extra pleasure for my good girl.”

She writhed, moaning and unable to get away from the vibrator. With her legs immobilized, all she could do was rock her hips a little back and forth.

Finally, he took pity on her and pulled it away. “Boy, clean up my girl, then after she cleans you up, you can free her and join me in the pool.”

Keith disappeared to dispose of the condom and clean up while Scott evilly went to town again, tongue digging deep inside her pussy when he wasn’t nibbling on or flicking her clit hood piercing. He drew one last, small orgasm out of her. Thus satisfied, he moved around to her head, where she opened wide to suck his cock clean of their mixed juices.

Before he unclipped her, he leaned in and kissed her. “Love you.”

She smiled, feeling happy, sated, whole. “Love you, too.”

They removed their cuffs and collars and were naked in the pool when Keith joined them. He drew them into his arms, kissing Scott, then Noel. “Love you, my sweet pets.”

“Love you, too, Sir,” they echoed.

They settled back against the side of the pool in the shallow end, Keith in the middle with his arms draped over their shoulders, to watch Scrye setting up to scene with June on the suspension frame.

Mark, whom most people called Scrye, was a huge bear of a man many mistook for a bearded, bad-ass biker dude.

The truth was, he was an accountant. When wearing slacks, a dress shirt, and a tie, he simply looked like a mild-mannered accountant, not an experienced rope rigger who’d written a couple of books on the topic and was the Master to his wife and slave, June.

June couldn’t have appeared to be any more the opposite of her husband had someone screwed up the algorithms of an online dating service match-up. Slim, petite, and serene, the former gymnast, who was also a former gymnastics teacher and currently a yoga instructor, was all solidly lean, muscular lines by comparison to her sometimes hyper grizzly bear of a husband, who also stood well over a foot taller than her.

With their two daughters now off to college, the couple was finally getting more time out in the community, able to attend events with their friends as well as get more playtime at home with each other.

As he laid out his rope, June stripped and stretched, eager to get started. She loved it when he suspended her and played with her, usually culminating in a fucking that left her weak in the knees and satisfied on a visceral level that vanilla sex just couldn’t provide her.

Not after years of being kinky with her husband.

There were few things June loved more than this time with her husband, his hands caressing her as the rope slid across her skin. The feel of the bonds around her, an embrace, skillfully tied by Scrye. His full attention on her and what he was doing, no distractions, no sharing his focus with anyone or anything else.

Working quickly, Scrye soon had her tied in a full harness and was preparing the suspension ropes. He lifted her one-armed so she could hold onto the ring and put slack in the lines while he secured them. Then she slowly lowered herself, testing the ropes, before releasing the ring and slowly spinning face-up in a lazy arc.

“Don’t get too comfy,” he teased. Using more rope, he tied her legs wide apart, bent at the knees, heels touching her ass while he secured her wrists under her, completely immobilizing her.

He reached into his implement bag and withdrew a lightweight wooden paddle, a cane, and a vibrating dildo, which he laid on her stomach.

He slid two fingers into her exposed pussy. “Look who’s wet,” he joked. He switched on the vibrator and slowly fucked it inside her, carefully, gently at first, until he knew she was loosened up and well-lubricated before starting to pound her with it harder, faster.

Then he grabbed the paddle and whacked the outside of her left thigh with a hard, stinging swat that shoved her over the edge into bliss. As the orgasm slammed into her, he started smacking her more, on both thighs, working back and forth even as he fucked her with the dildo, sometimes holding it deep inside her, with it buzzing her clit in the process.

“There’s my girl,” he said. “Flying, coming, taking my marks for me. Such a good girl.”

He swapped out the cane for the paddle, striping her flesh, making her cry out and driving her even deeper and harder into subspace.

Ahh…

Only after he was satisfied did he stop, remove the vibrator, and then step between her spread thighs. He unzipped his pants and shoved them down his hips, driving his cock deep inside her.

It triggered another orgasm, her nervous system primed and ready at this point by years of conditioning. With Scrye’s fingers digging into her hips, he used the harness to control her, fucking her hard, fast, furiously.

Thisss…

He buried his cock in her pussy, holding still there for a moment, his cum pumping into her. He caught his breath for a moment before pulling out, spinning her around, and shoving his cock into her mouth.

She eagerly licked and sucked, wishing her subspace lasted longer, envying those subs who could take an hour or more just to come back up from their haze.

And then…then he was bringing her down, making sure she was steady on her feet, untying her. She pulled a towel around her while he quickly coiled their ropes and gathered their belongings. Then they moved out of the way, setting their stuff aside before Scrye stripped and they both climbed into the hot tub to snuggle.

He rubbed his bearded chin against the top of her head. “Better?” he softly asked. While they had the hot tub to themselves for the moment, they were far from alone on the lanai.

She snuggled even more tightly against his side. “Much better. Thank you.”

He chuckled, a low, deep, throaty sound. “You’re always very welcome, sweetheart. It’s my pleasure, you know that.”

They’d gone through a little bit of a rough patch with their older daughter, Sonya, a few months earlier. She’d finally ended up transferring schools from Gainesville to Tampa, now rooming with her younger sister and doing much better academically.

June wouldn’t deny it was hard to let go, hard to admit your children weren’t perfect. Yes, she’d had high standards and expectations for them, as high or higher than the ones she’d had for herself. She’d competed in gymnastics for years and barely missed getting onto the Olympic team. It wasn’t that she wanted her girls to win at all costs, or to follow in her own footsteps, but she wanted them to put every ounce of effort into whatever endeavor they chose.

And that was a difficult thing to let go of. They were both adults now and had to find their own way through life, much as she and Mark were now finding their way through this new phase of their lives.

Ironically, her M/s dynamic with Mark was a large part of helping her learn acceptance and loving detachment in this area.

He’d had to learn a little detachment of his own, too. When June had told him she wanted to stop teaching gymnastics to kids—at her sister’s school—he’d first rebelled against the idea. To him, family came above all.

Unfortunately, it was also a reason that, for years, he frequently held back with June in play or in bed. Even if she wore clothes that concealed any marks he left on her, the thought of her teaching kids with those marks on her body squicked him out.

She’d grown tired and resentful of the latest generation of kids coming through her sister’s school. There was no joy in it for her any longer.

Now, she happily taught yoga to adults and loved every minute of it.

And Mark no longer hesitated to bend her over and fuck her ass—or beat it—when the mood struck him.

“So are we better, baby?” he softly asked.

That the bear of a man could have such a vulnerable tone of voice touched her deeply.

She looked up into his eyes and crooked a finger at him to lean in for a kiss. “We are
very
better, baby. I’m the happiest I’ve been in years, and I love you like crazy.”

He smiled, droplets of water beading in his beard. “I love you like crazy, too, sweetheart.”

Chelbie had been eagerly anticipating this party ever since the invitations went out. Rich had put in to take the night off from the pizza place where he worked. Yes, Kinko de Mayo was basically an excuse to have a party. Since there was rarely much alcohol at any of the private Suncoast Society parties, the fun would be had in other, devious, sexy ways.

Max and Sean were kinky engineers, their implements and bondage furniture all good quality pieces. Their friends loved helping them with their kinky BDSM R&D needs.

Hell, Chelbie had actually used one of their implements—nicknamed The Silencer—to successfully fend off an attacker one night.

When they arrived, Chelbie sought out Mallory, her best friend, and hugged her. “What’s he doing to you tonight?” Chelbie asked her.

Mal grinned. “I’ve been told he’s going to give me a pair of feathered wings.” Mallory’s guy, Kel, was fond of edge play, including cuttings and piercings. Some of the activities he couldn’t do at the club because of the logistics.

At the private parties, however, he frequently did intricate edge play with Mal that left everyone in awe and more than a few sadists—and their bottoms—defining new hard limits they didn’t realize they had before. Kel was a highly skilled artisan with needles, and Mal his beautiful living, breathing canvas.

At one point, Nick approached Chelbie. “Did you see the Sybian in the living room?”

She grinned. “You mean the world’s most expensive cat distractor? Yes, I saw it.”

“Did you want to try it?”

“No, because if I do, it’ll wear me out.” She snuggled up against Nick. “I’d rather you two wear me out on Max and Sean’s new bondage frame.”

“You would, huh?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Outside of play, she usually didn’t call him or Rich that. They didn’t have a high-protocol BDSM dynamic. With them, she was partners in love and life, even though she would eventually be marrying Rich, since she couldn’t marry both of them, to make some legal and financial issues a little easier to deal with in the future.

But in the bedroom…the dominant fraternal twin brothers rocked and ruled her world in a deliciously sexy way she damn sure wasn’t going to complain about.

“Then I guess we’ll have to take a number and wait for a chance to use the bondage frame,” Nick said.

She wiggled her hips against him, enjoying the way his cock stiffened in his shorts. “Goodie!”

It was over an hour later before they were able to grab their chance to use the frame. Chelbie had been out on the lanai watching Scrye and June scene on Kel’s portable suspension frame when Rich walked up and took her hand.

“Time for someone to play,” he said.

“I’m guessing we’re not talking beer pong or Jell-O shots.”

“Nope. Someone put in a request for time on the bondage frame.”

“Yes, someone sure did.” She already felt herself growing wet. They’d used one of the frames before. She loved all the straps and restraint points, allowing the men to completely immobilize her so she couldn’t get free. She could struggle as hard as she wanted and not worry about something coming loose.

And the struggle was part of the fun for her sometimes.

Well, most of the time.

Nick had already prepared their implements and crooked a finger at her when he spotted them entering the living room through the sliders.

Unable to suppress her grin, she followed Rich over to him, where Nick pulled her in for a deep, hard kiss, culminating with him smacking both her ass cheeks with his hands.

“Get nekkid, baby.”

“Such a romantic.” But she smiled as she stripped, which didn’t take long.

She wasn’t wearing a bra or panties under the sundress her men had instructed her to wear tonight.

The men helped her climb onto the padded metal frame, which was adjustable for a variety of different kinky purposes and positions. She lay face down, her head securely strapped into a padded cradle, arms out, legs spread wide and bent at the knees. As they tightened the straps, they checked in with her, having her wiggle to test them until she finally realized about all she could do was move her fingers and toes.

Heat filled her, her pussy already aching, her clit throbbing for the fun to begin.

Nick walked around to her head and knelt so he was eye-to-eye with her. He wore a sexy, sadistic grin that only added to her juices flowing.

“Ready to play?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” she said.

He walked back around to her ass. She closed her eyes, waiting, anticipation humming through her.

She flinched when she felt their hands touch her, massaging at first, slowly growing rougher, more intense, until they were taking turns spanking her ass and thighs with their bare hands. One of them attached nipple clamps to her, pulling a needy moan from her as it only added to her erotic torment.

They weren’t into doling out pain so much as they were into sexual sadism, enjoyed controlling her that way.

And she loved it.

In their time together, they’d grown comfortable giving her the level of impact play she wanted and needed, confident they weren’t going to harm her in the process. And discovering things they also enjoyed doing to her as well. They were quickly becoming shibari pros, having fun designing various artistic and functional rope harnesses with which to immobilize her so they could do forced orgasm play on her.

It didn’t take her men long to drop her down into subspace. From using their bare hands they stepped up to a flogger, to slappers, a paddle, even a cane.

All the while, one of them would periodically tease her with the Hitachi, not letting her come but stoking her need, making her beg to climax before they pulled it away, denying her, and returned to impact play. Combined with her inability to move, to wiggle, it was a gorgeous predicament to find herself in.