A Kinkmas Carol

by Tymber Dalton

  Once they cleared out of the bathroom, Darryl got with Leah to toss their clothes in the dryer while Grant settled on the couch in the living room to snuggle with Susan.

  He rested his hand on her stomach. “I wonder which of us did it.” He smiled. “Not that it matters, seriously. I don’t care.”

  She laid her hand over his. “I don’t care either. As long as he or she is healthy.”

  “You do realize you just flipped my ‘overprotective daddy-to-be’ switch, right?”

  She smiled. “I’m betting that’s times two.”

  Darryl returned to join them on the couch. Fortunately, it was still early enough in the night that the men’s clothes should be dry before they had to leave.

  “We planning baby names yet?” Darryl asked.

  “Not yet,” Grant said as Darryl’s hand joined theirs on her tummy. “I hope Kyle’s going to be okay with being a big brother.”

  “He’s going to love it,” Darryl assured her. “He did ask me a few months ago if we thought we might have kids.”

  “He did?” she asked.

  “Yeah.” His smile faded. “He was worried about what would happen.”

  “Why didn’t you tell us?” Grant asked.

  “Because I handled it. He wasn’t sure if there’d be room for him, and I told him duh, he’s our son, of course he’s not going anywhere. Once he heard that, he was fine.”

  “His mom did a number on his head,” Susan groused. She couldn’t talk about Kyle’s mom around him. Well, she could, but she’d sworn she wouldn’t say anything negative about the woman in front of the boy. Teenager, now.

  “Yeah,” Grant said. “Thank goodness he’s got us in his life.”

  “And now we have a reason to always have game night at our house no matter what, because I’ll have the baby.” She smiled. “No moving it around anywhere.”

  Darryl sat up, staring at something.

  “What’s wrong, buddy?” Grant asked.

  Darryl seemed to be fixated on Seth and Leah’s Christmas tree. “Nothing.” He sat back again. “Trick of the light, I’m sure.”

  “What?” they asked.

  “Just thought I saw someone standing there.” He rubbed at his eyes. “Obviously, I’m more tired than I thought.” He nuzzled in close to Susan. “Sir, I know we were both going to be toppy tonight, but can I talk you into beating me in a little while?”

  Grant reached over and ruffled Darryl’s hair. “I think we can arrange that, buddy.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  June quickly stripped as Scrye started unpacking their rope and whatever implements he’d planned to use on her tonight. Her hair was still damp from where she’d had to rinse the soda out of it that Scrye had blown on her as he’d laughed.

  “I have a feeling we might lose this year, Sir,” she said.

  “Well, I can’t say it’d hurt my feelings if we did. I’ll admit, the man’s a kinky genius. What Ross lacks in technique he makes up for in sheer absurd originality. If I’m going to lose, they’d either be way better than me, or crazier.”

  June snorted. Then she stretched, already looking forward to the feel of the ropes on her flesh. Ever since she’d stopped teaching gymnastics for kids and focused on yoga for adults, Scrye had loosened up a lot, not worried about marking her like he used to.

  Maybe what she’d been through the year before had also helped loosen his mind a little in regards to that. The day she’d had to shoot a man to save her friend’s life. Although there were parts of that day she would never discuss with Scrye.

  He didn’t need to know.

  There were a lot of things he never needed to know about her.

  About ways she’d made things right.

  Tonight, however, she was looking forward to this, regardless of whether they won or not. Her sadistic husband had left her horny and on edge all day, teasing her, not letting her come, getting her worked up and making sure that by the time he got her in his ropes tonight she’d be begging him to do anything to her, just to get relief.

  In fact, she felt her clit throb as she saw him set the vibrator out, the battery-operated one he used on her in situations like this. Along with a nasty oak paddle that hurt like fuck, the most severe cane he owned, and a riding crop she wasn’t really fond of, either.

  She had no idea what he had planned, other than it would—it’d better—end with her getting at least a couple of orgasms out of it. If he fucked her in the process, she was fine with that, too.

  More than.

  He stepped behind her, wrapping his huge arms around her, engulfing her in his embrace, sliding his hands up to her breasts and squeezing.

  “Who’s my good girl?” he whispered.

  She felt the slide into subspace start as if the basement floor had been yanked out from under her. “Me, Sir,” she whispered, leaning against him.

  He wrapped the first coils around her as she closed her eyes and absorbed him, absorbed this, let go completely.

  Moving with him, instinctively feeling where he needed and wanted her, her breathing slowed and deepened as the world fell away around them. It was her and her husband—her Master—the man she loved with all her heart.

  The man who’d saved her soul and sanity so many years earlier.

  He worked quickly and quietly, the years between them spent doing this needing no words. Just the feel of his hands on her flesh, the slide of the ropes across her skin, the way she flexed and tensed as he tied her, knowing exactly what points he would be concerned about the tension.

  She didn’t even open her eyes when he lifted her, her hands automatically reaching overhead to grab the ring and hold on, resisting the urge to show off and play in the ropes the way she sometimes did when Kel let them in to Venture and they had the place to themselves.

  Being a former gymnast had its perks.

  He took up the slack and she let go with one hand, then the other, feeling his hand in the center of her shoulders as she leaned back until she was held only by the ropes.

  Ahhh.

  Now working quickly, Scrye bent her legs, tying them bent at the knees and wide open, and she knew there would be a fucking in her immediate future. He also tied her arms under her, wrists together, rendering her completely helpless.

  Once he had everything secured, she gave one last wiggle to settle the ropes and make sure there wouldn’t be any jarring slips in the tension before letting go of conscious thought.

  He kissed her, his hands caressing her cheeks. “Say it,” he whispered.

  “I belong to Sir, mind, body, heart, soul, cunt, and ass. I serve Sir at His wishes, at His whim, whenever and wherever He demands. Everything I have and am belongs to Sir, to give to Him when He demands.”

  He leaned in and bit down on her right nipple, just hard enough to make her gasp and send another flood of moisture to her pussy. Her clit throbbed, not helped any by the way he’d made sure to tease her as he tied the hip harness part of the assembly. Then he bit her left one, sucking on it a little before raising his head. “Tony’s going to take the pictures. Turn your head to the right, away from the camera.”

  She did, sensing him step back and out of the way for a moment. When Scrye returned, he kissed her, her gentle giant, her husband.

  Her Master and her sanity.

  His hands roamed her body, pinching, stroking, caressing and spanking. Unable to move, all she could do was lie there and enjoy and endure and hope he didn’t take too long to make.

  Her.

  Come.

  He stepped away again, and she still didn’t open her eyes. When he returned, she felt the cool, flat surface of the paddle against her ass cheeks.

  “Someone’s got to pay before they play,” he warned.

  And then…it started.

  He didn’t hold back, either, the paddle stinging and burning as each swat landed against her flesh. Her back arched as she processed the pain, her nervous system thrown into a confused soup as he switched on the vibrator and
pressed it against her clit.

  “Aaahhh!” Pleasure slammed into her, even as he kept smacking her with the paddle, every orgasm tempered and improved by the pain. At some point, he changed implements, sliding the vibrator inside her as he went after the outsides of her thighs on both legs with the riding crop.

  Not holding back, either, he fucked her with the vibrator as hard as he smacked her with the riding crop. Harder, even.

  Now he had her and he knew it. Her body was caught in a cycle of pleasure and pain and more pleasure. She rolled down an endless hill, Scrye alternating now between fucking her with the vibrator and holding it pressed against her clit.

  There was a pause she recognized as him stepping away to switch implements again, giving her only a moment to catch her breath before the vibrator returned.

  And this time, her husband wielded the cane.

  He took measured strokes across the backs of both ass cheeks with it, especially in the crease between her thighs and cheeks. Sharp, biting strokes that would likely leave her with gorgeous welts the next day.

  Finally, another break where she gasped for air. This time, he stepped between her thighs, shoving them apart even farther as his cock slid home inside her.

  “Last round, girl.” He pressed the vibrator against her swollen clit and with his cock buried deep inside her pussy, she came, squeezing him, her body rocking as she tried to take him in even deeper, bouncing against him and simultaneously trying to squirm away from and closer to the vibrator.

  Once he was satisfied she’d climaxed enough, he finally switched off the vibrator and grabbed her hips, fucking her hard, fast, deep, and not taking long to pump a load of cum into her. After catching his breath, he pulled out, spun her around, and she had her mouth waiting to suck his cock clean.

  “Good girl.” He tenderly stroked her cheeks as she worked at his cock, hoping maybe to be allowed to do it long enough to get him up a second time and knowing he probably wouldn’t let her do that right now, even if he could get it up again that soon. They weren’t spring chickens, either of them.

  Finally, he pulled his cock from her mouth and tucked it back into his shorts before grabbing her and tipping her up, his arms around her. “Good?” he whispered in her ear.

  She finally opened her eyes, meeting his gaze, smiling. “The best, Sir.”

  He quickly got her down, draping a fleece blanket around her and moving her and their stuff out of the way so someone else could use the frame. He led her into one of the guest rooms and sat her on the bed there to finish untying the chest and hip harnesses while she smiled at him.

  “Thank you.”

  He leaned in for a kiss. Anyone who didn’t know him thought he was a big, scary biker. Anyone who knew he was an accountant knew he was a big teddy bear, unless someone messed with his family or friends.

  “Forgive me for teasing you today?”

  “Of course, Sir.”

  She took a deep, happy breath and then did a double-take as she thought she caught a glimpse of something in the mirror over the dresser, at the end of the bed. But when she looked again…nothing.

  “What’s wrong?” She looked to see him staring at her.

  “Nothing. Tired.” She smiled. “Spacey.”

  Because that was the only explanation for what she’d thought she saw, a face in the mirror. “What’d we get from the gift exchange?”

  He pointed at the bag. She dug into it and found the wrapped presents, immediately giggling as she held them up.

  He snorted. “Well, damn.” The two tentacle dildos were like the ones they’d bought, only one was orange and blue, and the other was yellow and green.

  Bulls and Gator colors.

  “Now I understand why I thought I heard them talking about giving them all to Tilly.”

  “That store better appreciate how much business this group gives them,” he noted.

  “Word.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  When Scrye and June finished with the frame, Leah walked over to where Justin stood with Glen and Wade.

  “You ready to fly?” Leah asked Justin.

  He nodded, a nervous smile creasing his face. He was such a sweetheart, and Leah had really enjoyed getting to know him. He kind of felt like a little brother to her, in some ways.

  “I really appreciate you doing this, Leah.”

  “Hey, you’re doing me and Seth a favor.” She grinned. “And especially Seth’s balls.”

  That made Justin laugh, as did Glen and Wade, who lounged nearby to watch.

  “Oh, we have plans for his balls later, all right,” Glen joked.

  She was sure they did, especially since Glen had brought a small coil of paracord with him and had dangled it in front of Justin’s face, which made the guy turn beet red in an adorable way.

  The blatant love between the three couldn’t be missed and it warmed Leah’s heart.

  This was exactly the kind of thing Kaden had been for. People finding happiness. She had a feeling once Justin was up and immobile, the two men were going to have their way with him.

  Especially since they’d requested she suspend Justin approximately hip-high…to them.

  Leah was nothing if not helpful to her friends.

  She’d changed into shorts and a T-shirt for tying. Justin wore a leather jock, but the front of it snapped off. She suspected once she turned him over to his men that portion of his “clothes” would soon disappear.

  And she wasn’t complaining that the men had provided their own rope, purchased from the same place she’d bought hers, for her to tie him with.

  No doubt there’d be a lot of the men’s DNA all over it when they finished their part of the fun once the tying was done.

  For now, she worked on first tying his hip harness. She went for functional, sturdy, paying attention to where the wraps were supporting his weight because he’d be in the air for a little while.

  The chest harness wasn’t difficult, either. She also tied gauntlets around his lower arms and legs because Justin’s men had requested it. She’d be suspending him on his back, face-up, which was easy in terms of weight distribution.

  It took her nearly thirty minutes to finish the harnesses, tie them together, and then start running the belaying lines through various points on the harness and up to the hard point ring on the swing.

  She tightened the ropes to the chest harness. “Lean back and take up the slack.” He did.

  She noticed Glen and Wade had both stood and were watching but not making any move to step in yet. She was determined to do this by herself. She’d flown Seth without help, and Justin wasn’t as big as Seth.

  I can do this. I had a good teacher.

  Part of her imagined Kaden watching from somewhere, the pleased smile on his face, the one he always wore when he was proud of her.

  The sudden prickle of tears in her eyes startled her, and she took a second to rub her face against her shoulder, on her shirt, to brush them away since she couldn’t let go of the belaying ropes yet.

  Then Seth was there, as if materializing out of thin air, hovering just at the end of the frame. “Sweetheart?”

  She doubted even Glen or Wade could hear his low tone. Shooting him a smile, she shook her head. “I’m fine. Just a ghost from the past is all.”

  He nodded, but then stood there, arms crossed as he watched.

  It was obvious he wasn’t leaving now.

  When she refocused on Justin, she noted his concern. “I’m okay. I just thought about Kaden for a second.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “No.” The smile was genuine. “It was a good memory. A good thought. The kind of thoughts I need to have. That’s why we do this—for fun and to teach others. Now lean back. Put your weight on it.”

  He did. Once she was convinced the chest harness lines were secure, she took up the extra slack on his hip and leg lines. “All your weight back into the harness.”

  He did, swinging a little as she hauled on the belaying ropes to
bring him off the ground. He lay with his head higher than his feet, but some tweaking of the ropes finally got him where Glen and Wade had requested. She tied off the ends of the belaying lines, securing them and then stepping back, checking her work.

  Next came securing his arms under him, per Glen and Wade’s request. She used quick-release knots for those, and for his legs, which were bent at the knees, tied so they were spread wide open, like an upside-down hogtie.

  Once she double-checked everything, she held her hands up to indicate to Tony she was ready for him to take the picture.

  Glen, Wade, and Seth all gave her a soft round of applause. When Tony was done, she stepped back out of the way for Glen and Wade to have their fun.

  “How long we have?” Glen asked her.

  She shrugged. “That’s up to Justin. Keep checking his hands and feet and ask him how he’s doing. Any numbness or tingling, he needs to come down immediately.”

  * * * *

  Justin had been a little fearful—in the good way—of Wade and Glen’s plans for him at the party. They’d assured him that if he safeworded they’d take it no further than Leah suspending him…

  But he didn’t want them to stop.

  Helpless and immobile, he stared up at Glen, who stood at his head, which he held cradled in his hands, his blue eyes gazing down into his.

  “Daddy like,” Glen whispered. With one hand, he let go of Justin’s head and unfastened his shorts, shoving them down to expose his stiff cock.

  Justin already had his mouth wide open and ready when Glen slid his cock between his lips. Both of them let out moans, Glen of pleasure and Justin of happiness to be doing this for them, trusting them. He closed his eyes since all he could see was Glen’s balls and inner thighs from that upside-down angle, anyway.

  Meanwhile, he was aware of Wade having unsnapped the front of the jock. He squeezed Justin’s cock, which went from firm to rock hard at the other man’s touch. He was aware of Wade doing something, then Justin recognized it.

  The paracord.

  Wade was wrapping his cock, from his balls up, in the paracord. Meanwhile, Glen languidly fucked his mouth, sliding in deep and holding it before withdrawing again, in no hurry to come.