Kinko De Mayo

by Tymber Dalton

  “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.”

  Chapter Nine

  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 cou
ldn’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.

  Rich stepped around to the front of the frame. “If someone wants to come, someone has to give us each a blow job first.”

  “Yes, Sir!” Hell, she’d agree to them DPing her on the kitchen counter in front of every damn person there if it meant they’d let her come.

  Rich went first, Nick still teasing and tormenting her with the Hitachi while Rich held onto the cradle keeping her head in place and started fucking her mouth. With her hands immobilized, all she could do was lie there and moan, attempt to use her lips and tongue to coax an orgasm out of him while Nick alternated smacking her with a cane and using the vibrator on her.

  Subspace had not only rushed in, it had sent her to that sweet, muffled bliss where the entire world disappeared temporarily, where nothing existed outside the tight, secure circle of her and her two men and what they were busy doing to her right now.

  Bliss…

  She was moaning again from yet another denial by Nick when Rich gasped.

  “Yes!” He flooded her mouth with his cum, holding his cock deep in her throat as she swallowed over and over again. Then she was licking, sucking his softening cock, trying to coax every last drop out of his balls and maybe even get him hard again.

  He stroked her hair. “Good girl.” He pulled free and tucked his cock back into his shorts before swapping places with Nick.

  Nick stepped in front of her, taking a moment to stroke her hair much the way Rich had. Then he unzipped, circling the base of his cock with his fingers before holding it up to her waiting, open lips.

  “Ready for another mouthful, baby?”

  “Yes, Sir!”

  He eased his cock in slowly, teasing, withdrawing and thrusting in only a little while Rich started in again with the Hitachi and what felt like a riding crop.

  She was going to have a hella sore ass tomorrow, and she knew she’d love every second of it. Especially wiggling as she sat down to feel the marks she knew she’d be sporting there.

  Finally, Nick started fucking her mouth in earnest, a little harder, deeper than his brother had, while at her other end Rich was being especially devious with the vibrator, alternating impacts with brief contacts from the vibrator, almost encouraging her to rock against her restraints in an attempt to get both.

  The pain always made the pleasure sweeter. She wasn’t a pain slut, but she had discovered vanilla sex just didn’t do it for her any longer.

  “Ooh, our poor girl,” Nick teased. “Desperate to come, needing a good, strong orgasm.”

  She whined in the affirmative around his cock.

  Rich picked up the pace and strength of the beatings, apparently sensing his brother was close to coming. Because as soon as Nick’s cock blew a load of cum into her mouth, Rich pressed the Hitachi to her clit and quickly, relentlessly smacked her with a paddle.

  She screamed around Nick’s cock, glad it was there to muffle her cries as she rode the tsunami around and through and back again, twisting and turning, pleasure and pain no longer identifiable, one starting where the other ended and circling back again into an erotic Möbius strip she hoped she never lost sight of.

  “Aaannnd now we’ve got her where we want her,” Nick joked as she started rolling through round number two of her orgasms.

  * * * *

  Tilly and Cali watched the festivities unfolding before them. Chelbie was strapped into one of Max and Sean’s prototype Doom bondage frames, getting her ass smacked by Rich while he kept a Hitachi vibrator pressed against her clit and Nick had his cock shoved up her mouth.

  Tilly leaned in toward Cali. “I’m glad they didn’t make any more of the neon green frames.”

  Cali shuddered. “Me, too. That was a hideous color. And it’s the last time Max tries to save a buck, too.”

  “Good. So what’s the next kinky picture going to be? I heard something about a human piñata?”

  “I guess you didn’t see the website today, huh?”

  Tilly giggled. “No. Show me.”

  Cali retrieved her phone from the kitchen counter and pulled up the website.

  There, in a banner under the header, was a Photoshopped Baxter (sans sombrero) standing next to a trussed up Sean and looking up at him.

  Tilly clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her bray of laughter. “Holy fuck, I thought Easter was a scream!”

  “Don’t mention Easter to me,” Cali darkly warned.

  “Oh, come on. That was hysterical! You have to admit that.”

  “There was nothing hysterical about Sean wearing bunny ears and tied up with what looked like a pile of chocolate eggs popping out of his ass.”

  “But come on. The look on Baxter’s face was priceless!”

  “That was the look of scorn he gave us for sticking the Easter bunny ears on him. We Photoshopped him into the picture. He kept trying to swat Sean in the balls.”

  More snickers from Tilly. “Didn’t you say that image got you more hits than any of the others?”

  “But not for the right reasons! The idiots couldn’t have used the plastic colored eggs. No, they had to use chocolate ones.”

  Tilly snorted. “It. Was. Funny.”

  “Not in the good way.” She sh
ut her phone off and set it back on the counter.

  Chapter Ten

  Loren knew Ross had some overtly kinky ideas up his sleeves for the evening, but she’d already put the kibosh on any thought he might have had about volunteering her for human piñata status.

  Was.

  Not.

  Happening.

  Not that she honestly thought he’d let anyone else actually take a whack at her, but to be honest, from the moment they’d arrived at the party and she’d spotted Tilly, she had tried to maneuver her friend into a secluded corner to talk. She knew that look on Tilly’s face all too well.

  There was something bothering her best friend, and she knew she needed to talk with her.

  Loren also suspected what that something was, based on what they’d talked about a few weeks earlier on their way home from St. Pete after having lunch with Clarisse and several other friends.

  Finally, there was a lull where everyone was either watching Chelbie and her men playing together, or watching Ray and Oot put kitten through her paces on the Sybian. Loren was able to hook an arm through Tilly’s and pull her into the back bedroom, where she shut and locked the door.

  “Talk to me, sweetie.”

  Tilly sank onto the bed. “I think I’m talked out.”

  Loren sat next to her, draping an arm around her so Tilly could rest her head on Loren’s shoulder. “Did you talk to Landry and Cris?”

  “Yes. I know I have no rights to bitch about my life and the way it turned out and where I am today. I’m lucky. I get it. But…”

  Loren knew that feeling well. “But we didn’t get to choose how we got here.”

  “Exactly.”

  “Are you going to go ahead and do it, then?”

  “Probably. I don’t know. I haven’t decided for sure yet. I keep waffling. Not what I wanted to do, but everyone’s right. The doctor, Landry, Cris. Every month it’s worse, and it’s only going to keep getting worse. It’s one more way the fucker wins if I keep suffering.”

  “Stop trying to frame this in terms of winning and losing. This is your life, your happiness we’re talking about.”