He hoped.
As soon as they got there, he found Derrick and Marcia to talk to them.
“We can go ahead and do it now, if you’d like,” he told Fen. “In case Milo and Axel want to watch, too. If you don’t mind them watching.”
“No, that’s fine.”
That’s how, fifteen minutes later, Fen was naked and face-down on a spanking bench in Seth and Leah’s private dungeon room with Derrick talking Joel through violet wand 101 basics.
After giving Joel the safety talk, and showing him how it worked, Derrick handed it off to him. “There you go.”
Joel leaned in. “Red immediately if you don’t like it.”
Fen lifted his head. “Sir, I love violet wands. Hit me.”
More like a zap, though. As Joel used a basic mushroom-head tip on Fen, running it back and forth over his shoulders, Fen immediately felt himself sink into subspace. Sort of a sharp and stingy kind of sensation, not like accidentally touching 110 straight from the wall, but very similar in some ways to knife play.
He loved it, because it could give him a bite that usually only impact play could provide, and yet it didn’t burn him out as fast as impact play could, in some ways. Once he had impact play, he was done with that, because Joel would only go so far with marking him.
The violet wand, however…
Yuuummm!
He squirmed under Joel’s hands, ignoring Derrick softly talking to Axel and Milo and answering their questions about the device and what it did.
After a while, he realized there wasn’t anyone talking, and looked to find them alone in the room.
Joel smiled and leaned in. “Want a little spanking, baby?”
“How about a lot of a spanking, Sir?”
“Oooh.” He paused while he grabbed a paddle from their implement bag. Then he shifted the violet wand to his left hand and used that all over Fen’s shoulders and back while he started delivering slowly-paced swats to Fen’s ass with the paddle.
“Oooohhhh!” Fen knew his cock was hard, dripping, and he was thankful they’d put the towel down under him.
“Like that, baby?”
“Yes, Sir!” Fen squirmed his ass, trying to entice Joel to resume the spanking portion, but he seemed intent on running the violet wand up and down Fen’s upper arms.
Joel wouldn’t be rushed, however. He took his time, alternating impacts along Fen’s ass and his upper thighs, the outsides of his thighs, changing position with every impact.
Finally, when Fen was truly flying, Joel put the violet wand aside and leaned in. “Someone’s been such a good boy for me, they earned a reward.”
Joel stood at the front of the bench. Before he could even start unfastening his jeans, Fen shoved his hands away and eagerly did it for him, swallowing him down to the root.
“Mmmm. Good boy.”
Fen’s fingers wrapped around the back of Joel’s jeans, the denim rough against his fingers as he held on. Joel’s hands stroked his head, fingers running through his hair and him holding on tightly. Then he started slowly fucking Fen’s mouth.
“I’ll take care of you in a minute, baby,” he said. “Take care of Sir first, like a good boy.”
Oh, hell, yeah!
He eagerly licked and sucked every inch of Joel’s cock that he fed Fen, loving the taste of him, his warm, sweet musky scent, tonight overlaid with strawberries from the body wash they’d used.
This man was perfect for him, perfectly his.
He’d never thought it was possible to feel this happy.
Joel didn’t take long to blow his load, and Fen swallowed every hot rope of cum that pumped over his tongue.
Joel flipped him over and leaned in, engulfing Fen’s cock with his mouth.
Fen pressed his mouth against Joel’s leg, muffling his loud and obnoxiously happy moan against the denim.
Ooooh, yeah!
Even in this way—perfection. Did he wish he didn’t have that mental block about that one hard limit? Yeah, but if it didn’t bother Joel, well, the man was right.
It wasn’t like either of them were unhappy with what they had right now.
Fen’s eyes rolled back in his head as Joel took his time going down on him, sucking his cock, even licking down to his balls and sucking on them, playing with them.
Finally, just when Fen thought he was going to have to beg for it, Joel lifted his mouth. “You can come for me, baby.”
He went deep again, and that was all the encouragement Fen needed. He had to reach out and hang on to Joel’s leg so he didn’t fall off the dang bench! Fire spun through his nerves, pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain taking his breath away. Joel only released Fen’s cock from his mouth when he was satisfied he’d made his boy come enough.
When he finally helped Fen sit up, Fen finally took note of his nicely stinging ass, too, from the paddling.
The whole world felt like it was coated in a sweet honey glaze.
Joel draped an arm around his shoulders. “How was that?”
Fen drew in a deep breath. “Can we pleeeeease get one?”
Joel kissed him. “I suppose we’re going to have to now, huh?”
Fen eagerly nodded.
Joel looked around. “Let’s clean up, and I’ll let Derrick know we’re done with it, so he can use it. He told me to leave it out. We’ll go stake out a corner of couch and cuddle.”
Fen pulled him in for one more kiss. “Love you, Sir.”
He smiled. “Love you, too, baby.”
* * * *
The party got into full, wonderful swing.
Scrye still wouldn’t tell June—or anyone else—what his “costume” was. From the forty or so people assembled, only about fifteen went true “Halloween” costume. The rest were either wearing something they might normally wear for one of these parties, or something easy, like what they’d wear for one of these parties topped off with a funny headband.
Since many of them would end up partially or fully unclothed by the end of the evening, maybe they didn’t want to go through the effort.
Personally, June loved Milo’s outfit and thought his was the cleverest—the man had donned a scrub shirt, and had put a name tag sticker on it.
Dr. Pepper.
It was a groaner, but it also made everyone laugh. But he had a point that finding costumes for someone his height—six-five—was sometimes a pain in the ass.
Besides, Mads was rocking her Miss Scarlett dress from Clue, the movie. She was dressed up enough for both of them, as far as June was concerned.
And she was glad to see the couple out and about, even though they didn’t seem to be planning on playing at the party. Milo was still so new to the lifestyle that he was soaking up information like a kinky sponge, and any chance he had to learn new stuff was a good thing. Especially since he was making good use of every opportunity like this which arose.
Seth started making the rounds around ten o’clock. “We’re doing Diving for Dildos after the costume contest,” he told June and Scrye. “So anyone who’s competing should get out to the lanai.”
“We’ll be right there,” Scrye told him.
June stared at Scrye. “When are you going to let me in on your costume?”
He smiled. “You’ll get the reveal when everyone else does.”
“You’re competing in the contest?”
He grinned. “Yep.”
She stared at him. “Puns, huh?”
His grin widened. “Yep.”
“Don’t you need to go change?”
“Nope.”
“You’re not going to say you’re a rope rigger or something, are you?”
“Nope.” His smile grew bigger.
“Then what is it?”
“You’ll see.”
When it came time for the judging, the kinky category went first. June’s Kinker Bell lost by one vote to Shayla’s nearly nekkid Shayla the Red-Assed Reindeer. Rightfully so, because Shalya’s rack, complete with red reindeer-head-shaped pasties, t
o which Tony had stuck glowing red dog collar reflector lights, was impressive. Hell, if June wasn’t a straight, married woman, she’d happily do Shayla herself. The butt-plug tail sticking out over the top of her G-string was something else, too.
For the sexy category, Mads handily won by five votes as Miss Scarlett from Clue, which seemed to make Milo’s night, from the proud, beaming grin he wore as both she and Fen adorably squeed with excitement and hugged each other before Mads went up to collect the gift certificate.
While the traditional category was largest, with eight individuals or couples vying for the win, Gilo and Abbey won by a landslide with their Middle-Aged Morphing Tripping Tortoises costumes, a recycling and reimagining of their Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles costumes from a previous party.
Scrye disappeared into the kitchen for a moment with Seth while the other smart-asses lined up for the judging of the puns.
When Scrye returned, he was holding something behind his back, but June couldn’t see what.
Milo and his Dr. Pepper scrub shirt got a lot of laughs, even more than Ross’ smart-ass version of Fifty Shades—a T-shirt covered with grey paint-chip cards—and Essie’s Pumpkin Smuggler T-shirt. Which was even funnier with her baby belly stretching it.
Tony reached Scrye last. “And what are you?”
Scrye smiled and produced the saucepan he’d apparently snagged from Seth and Leah’s kitchen, held it up so everyone could see it and see what it was, and then he donned it like a hat.
He cleared his throat. “I’m a pot-head.”
June’s groan was probably the loudest of all.
“Ooooh,” Tony groaned as he winced, along with everyone else. “Red. Dude, just…red.” He laughed. “That’s just painful.” But Scrye did get laughs.
“Oh, I’m not in the running, by the way,” Ross said. “I just wanted to torture y’all.”
It was Milo by five votes, with Essie second, and only one vote for Scrye.
June leaned in. “You didn’t even vote for yourself?” she teased.
He snorted. “No. I voted for Milo. That’s funny, and it’s his first time competing in one of these things. I wanted him to win. Besides, Essie used that T-shirt when she was pregnant before. I wonder who the hell voted for me?”
She playfully backhanded his shoulder. “I did, Daddy. That’s how I knew you didn’t vote for yourself.”
“Oh.” He leaned in for a kiss. “Thank you, baby.”
“You’re welcome, but that’s kind of scary, an accountant couldn’t figure that out.” He stuck his tongue out at her while she reached for the pilfered pot. “I’ll go wash that and put it away for them. Now I know why you didn’t need a costume. You cheated.”
He grinned as he tapped his temple. “I use these brains every once in a while.”
* * * *
June’s consolation was that she decided at the last minute to participate in Diving for Dildos and ended up winning first prize on her first attempt. Fen snagged second place, and Ben ended up with third, but he didn’t find it until his second attempt.
While she was drying off and changing clothes in Seth and Leah’s master bathroom, which Leah had told her to use, since she was a close friend, June thought she heard a noise out in the bedroom.
She peeked her head out. “Hello?”
Not seeing anyone, she finished drying off and getting dressed. When she emerged, she stopped as she passed their bed. It was neatly made, but it almost looked like someone had sat down on it. She could clearly see the outline of what looked like a person’s ass.
She would swear it hadn’t looked like that before.
Gooseflesh rippled over her, and she was still standing there when Leah opened the bedroom door a moment later.
When she saw June’s face, she quickly closed the door behind her. “What?”
“You really want to know?”
“Yes.”
June pointed at the bed. “I heard a noise while I was changing, but I didn’t see anything. When I came out here, I saw that.”
Leah slowly walked over to the bed and laid her hand on the space. She sadly smiled. “He used to sit there in the morning before he’d go to work,” she said as she blinked back tears. She lovingly stroked the spot before smoothing the covers. “Every morning, before he’d leave, after he got dressed he’d have me kneel, and he’d sit there.” She knelt next to the bed and laid her head on the covers. “And I’d put my head in his lap.” She closed her eyes as tears spilled down her cheeks.
“Sweetie, I’m so sorry.”
“No, this is good.” Leah wiped away her tears as she stood, then turned and hugged June. “Thank you. I thought I was just imagining that. I’d seen it a couple of times before, but I thought it was Seth, or maybe me. Thank you.” She hugged her again, hard. “This is why I want you guys to tell us stuff you see. It helps. Because I know he’s not really gone as long as he’s here with us, and in our hearts.”
June struggled to block out an image from her own memory and wasn’t sure if she’d ever want that same kind of “blessing” in her life. How and when Kaden died was a drastically different set of circumstances from how July had been murdered.
Then again, maybe knowing might be a comfort, in some ways.
She waited until they were on their way home to tell Mark about it. He listened, slowly nodding but not saying anything.
Once she finished, she waited him out.
“How does that make you feel?” he asked.
“I don’t know. I mean…” She sighed. “I never got to say good-bye to July. I guess part of me would want to know she was still around, somehow.”
She was still thinking about that when they went to sleep that night, until another thought hit her.
There were other ghosts she hoped weren’t still hanging around. It was, in fact, one of the reasons she hadn’t wanted their parents’ house after they died and it came time for her and May to decide what to do with everything. May and her husband already had a house then, so they’d sold it.
Because June would never forget that rainy night when she stood over a bloody tarp and silently screamed tears of rage and vengeance for what she’d lost that night. Some things could never be made right.
They could only be made even.
Chapter Nine
June finally convinced Mark to dress up for Fen and Joel’s Halloween night dinner, since she knew the men, and their other guests, would be dressed up. It wasn’t often June and Mark could break out the vanilla costumes. When they attended a costume party, it was usually one thrown by their kinky friends, meaning pornographic costumes were the expected norm.
Tonight, Scrye had finally given in to June and put on the suit again, like she’d asked. In the pocket of his blazer, he tucked a card that stuck up far enough one could read where he’d written ACCOUNTANT across it in black marker.
She was dressed as a little slave girl.
Ironic that it was a PG-rated costume, a belly dancer’s outfit with a face veil, almost looking like something out of I Dream of Jeannie.
Both of them were enjoying the hell out of knowing it’d crack up Fen, Joel, Mads, and Milo something fierce.
When they arrived, Fen opened the door. Tonight, he wore a black cloth mask tied around his head and eyes, and was dressed all in black, with a fake rapier in his belt.
“Zorro?” June asked.
“No,” Fen said in a fake British accent. He struck a pose. “Sleep well, I’ll probably kill you in the morning.”
“Dread Pirate Roberts,” Mark drawled. “The Princess Bride.”
Fen giggled, delighted, and actually clapped his hands together as he jumped up and down. “Yes! You are the first person besides Mads to get it!”
June looked up at him. “How the hell did you know that?”
“That week I stayed with Maren when she was home from school with chicken pox, and you and Sonya had to stay over at May’s, because you’d never had it and we didn’t want to risk Sonya spreadi
ng it? We must have watched that fricking movie about a thousand damned times.” He smacked his forehead. “That’s what I could’ve done.”
“What?” she asked.
“I could have made a name tag that said, ‘My name is Mark Montoya, I did your taxes, prepare to amortize.’”
June and Fen both groaned. She dropped her voice. “You might as well have said you were Christian Grey, if you were going to do that.”
“Don’t give him any ideas, June,” Fen softly warned. “He is a sadist.”
“I’m a sadist,” Mark teased. “Not an asshole.”
They’d met all the various parents at Fen and Joel’s wedding, but it was nice to see everyone again. Out on the lanai and manning the grill stood Joel, who was dressed as Fezzik from The Princess Bride—apparently against his wishes, from the way he rolled his eyes as Fen explained his costume, but Joel loved making Fen happy—Mads was dressed as Princess Buttercup, to round out the theme, and Milo, who again wore his scrub shirt and the Dr. Pepper name tag.
June giggled as she hugged Milo. “Way to go with what works.”
“Hey, this is an award-winning, first-place costume right here. And do you know how hard it is to find a decent costume that fits me?”
She pointed at Mark, who, while not quite as tall, was broad-shouldered and big. “Tell me about it.”
They were having a great evening, everyone was nice, and they had fun taking turns handing out candy to the Trick-or-Treaters who stopped by. It was later, as June was heading down the hall to the bathroom, that she thought she saw someone duck into Fen and Joel’s bedroom.
But she didn’t recognize them.
Or…actually, the problem was, maybe she did.
That’s just my mind playing tricks with me after my talk with Leah. Don’t be silly.
Except, now that she thought she saw something, she was looking everywhere, maybe even hoping to see…something.
Halloween had always been their favorite holiday. And wasn’t this supposed to be the night that the veil between the living and dead was the thinnest? Wouldn’t it make sense for her to see something tonight of all nights?
Or maybe I need my head examined.
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