“Sounds like someone else is getting busy out there,” Sean said. His cock had hardened again as well. Now that he had one out of the way, he’d last longer, as would Max.
Cali knew all she could do was hang on and enjoy it while they did their thing.
Max reached around her and started playing with her throbbing clit. “Does someone want to come, baby?” he teased.
She whined, Sean’s cock muffling her protests that fuck, yes, she wanted to come! They’d gotten one each already, and she hadn’t gotten any.
“Nope,” Max said, pulling his hand away. “Not yet.” He started fucking her again, hard, deep, driving her onto Sean’s cock with every thrust.
Then he stopped, drawing another whine of protest from her.
“Not yet, baby,” he said. Then he resumed the spanking, until she was squirming between them, impaled at both ends by cock.
Sean groaned. “I hate to say this, but I’m either going to have to stop or blow. I can’t hold it.”
“Oh, okay.” Max reached around her and found her clit.
That was all it took to get her over the edge. Her back arched as she moaned around Sean’s cock and fucked herself against Max’s, the sensation of his shaft embedded in her pussy only making things feel that much better.
“There you go,” Max said. “That should make you a happy girl.”
Happy? Hell, delirious was more like it. She’d never been happier in her life than she was with these two guys.
Sean picked up the pace. It didn’t take long for him to come, filling her mouth with his juices while Max started fucking her pussy again.
Within a few strokes, he’d come, too, and the three of them fell still as they tried to catch their breaths.
The only thing that would be better right now, Cali thought, would be falling asleep in their own bed.
Finally, Max pulled out and helped her sit up. “I’m thinking hot tub,” he said, holding her close.
Sean stepped over to join their group hug. “Seconded,” he said.
“That’s still an ugly fucking color,” Cali snarked.
Max’s aggravated sigh made Sean and Cali laugh. “Yes, I know. I’ll never hear the end of this one.”
“Only until you either get another one made, or this one gets redone in the right color,” she said.
“What if I manage to sell that one, huh?”
“It’s still an ugly color. And donating it to the club doesn’t count as a sale.”
“Dammit,” he muttered.
Chapter Seven
“Well, we didn’t miss too much of it,” Tony said as he pulled their car into Seth and Leah’s driveway. “Only twenty minutes.”
“Yes, Sir.” Shayla was glad Tony had made it at all. It’d looked a little dicey there for a while, the massive repair job at his company’s Denver data center going all sorts of wrong.
A fire in a neighboring cage at the facility, the result of an explosion due to tampering by a disgruntled employee of that company renting data center space, had spread to Asher Insurance’s equipment before the fire suppression system could kick in. The guy had placed a time-delayed homemade improvised explosive, along with a jug of accelerant, which had spread the damage extensively.
And three people from the data center facility had also lost their jobs due to not keeping up with security procedures and allowing the man to get the gallon jug into the building in the first place.
Tony had been able to salvage some of Asher’s equipment, but not much. It basically meant a re-installation of all new equipment, after they’d had a full investigation and evaluation by both law enforcement and their own insurance company for the damages, and then removed the damaged equipment while awaiting the facility repairs.
“Wow, look at that display,” Shayla said. “That’s as neat as the Christmas display.”
Tony slowly nodded. “Yes, Kaden would love that.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Trick of the light. I could have sworn I saw someone walking through there who—never mind. Let’s get inside and settled. I know a certain someone long overdue a good ass beating.”
Shayla grinned. “Yes, Sir. That would be meee.”
Inside, it looked like Cali, Max, and Sean had just finished up a scene.
“Holy crap,” he said, studying the bondage frame they’d set up.
The bright neon green was nearly painful to look at.
Cali swatted Max on the shoulder. “See?”
“Well, at least people can see it,” Max said.
“Hell, a blind man could see it,” Shayla quipped. “What the hell?”
“It is a little bright,” Tony agreed.
Cali snorted. “That’s like saying my guys are a little kinky. Mr. Money Bags here decided he wanted to save a few bucks and go cheap. He got a discount because someone else had cancelled this color.”
“I can see why,” Tony said.
Max threw up his arms. “Fine. You win. I was wrong to save a few dollars on powder-coating.”
“Thank you,” Cali said. “That’s all I wanted to hear you admit.”
* * * *
Leah made Seth pull the bag of peas away from his nose so she could look. She’d tried putting ice cubes in a plastic baggy and wrapping it in a towel, but Seth said those were too large and hurt his nose too much.
So, back to the peas.
She’d glanced out the sliders leading onto the lanai when she caught sight of a guy standing off to one side. For a moment, her heart raced. She would have sworn he looked just like Kaden.
“Babe?”
Her attention fell back on Seth. “Sorry.”
“What is it?”
“I just saw a guy out there. I don’t know him, but he reminded me of Kaden.”
“I saw him earlier, too. I meant to go introduce myself to him, but then more people arrived.”
“Ross told me Ed had a plus two on his RSVP. I’d bet he came with him.”
“Probably.” He tipped his head back. “How’s it look?”
She examined his nose. “It’s not bleeding anymore, so that’s good. We should have Tilly take another look at it. The lucky thing for you, Mr. Zombie, is even if it was still bleeding, at least it works with your outfit.”
“Heh. Next time you question my judgment about something, I’ll listen a little better, babe.”
She smiled at him. “Thank you, Sir. I appreciate that.”
He handed her the bag of peas. “Go ahead and put those back in the freezer. I’ll use them again in a little while. I want to make the rounds.” He looked out the sliders. “I don’t see that guy now.”
Leah looked.
Nope, he was nowhere to be seen. She’d never gotten a clear look at his face, either. He couldn’t have ducked into their bedroom, because they kept that slider locked during parties, and their bedroom door closed.
“I’m sure we’ll end up meeting him eventually,” she said, shoving down her unease. “Meanwhile, I want to make sure everyone’s having fun. And don’t you have a barbecue grill to attend to?”
“Tony and Ross are manning it for me.”
“Well, get out there and help them.”
She wanted out of the kitchen. Mostly so she could satisfy her curiosity.
Once Seth had headed back onto the lanai, she walked to the front door, dodging the ghost hanging there, and kicked off her shoes. Barefoot, she slipped out the front door and made her way through the yard display.
Yes, the black cat inflatable was huuuge. She could easily walk under its nine-foot legs with room to spare. And making her way around other inflatables, she still didn’t spot the mystery guest.
Back in the house, she checked the garage and utility room, making sure the side door to the garage was locked as well.
Nada.
Rob and Laura were standing in the doorway of the playroom and watching a couple of friends getting ready to scene in there.
No one in their bedroom, or the
other bedrooms or bathrooms.
Hmm.
She decided it wasn’t worth it. They would eventually meet the guy, whoever he was. It wasn’t unusual for people to arrive at their parties and Seth and Leah never even realized they were there until the guests said their goodbyes before they left. They were just that busy, that crowded. Hell, there was already over thirty people there now, and there were fifty on the RSVP list.
Shoving the impossible thoughts out of her head, she made her way back out onto the lanai.
* * * *
After dinner had been served, Ross called for everyone’s attention. On the lanai next to him were five real pumpkins, laid out on pieces of newspaper, along with packages of pumpkin carving tool sets.
On the table in front of him were a pile of permanent markers in a variety of colors, including several black ones.
“Okay, this is going to be our first ever ass-o-lantern contest. We’ve got the LED tea lights to put inside the pumpkins instead of candles. We know real candles wouldn’t last five minutes around some of you wax play enthusiasts.” A round of laughter rippled through the crowd. “And I don’t even want to know how some of you will be lighting up your subby ass-o-lanterns.”
“Glow sticks?” Gilo called out.
The crowd laughed.
“Not all of us are switches, buddy,” Ross said. “Now, as you can see, we have five real pumpkins for carving. We also have markers for drawing on people. The first five people who want real pumpkins, step forward.”
Kel, Tilly, Gilo, Max, and Rob all claimed pumpkins.
“Great,” Ross continued. “This should be interesting. The knife play expert and the psycho nurse going head to head.”
“That’s psych nurse,” Tilly corrected. Tonight she was dressed as the sluttiest nurse on the face of the planet, which was even funnier because she was a nurse in real life.
“Psych, psycho, same thing with you,” Ross playfully shot back. “Who wants markers?”
Scrye, Mallory, and Landry grabbed markers.
Kel frowned. “Babe, who are you partnering with?”
Chelbie’s hand shot up, a grin on her face. “Me, boss. Bestie can draw on my ass anytime.”
“Well, this deck is stacked,” Ross joked. “A graphic artist going up against an accountant and a sadist. Okay, you have thirty minutes to do your carving and drawing. We’ll judge both categories separately, and it’ll be crowd choice by applause. I found a decibel meter app for my phone, so no paper ballot voting this time. Ready…go!”
Ross laughed as Chelbie immediately hiked the hem of her Slutty Red Riding Hood outfit over her hips and dropped to her hands and knees so Mallory could start drawing.
He walked over to Rich and Nick, who were watching with amused looks on their faces. “I’m surprised you guys didn’t enter.”
“No, watching is more fun,” Rich said. “It’s the closest thing to in-person girl-on-girl action we’ll ever see.”
Chelbie was Mallory’s best friend. Ross knew the five of them spent plenty of vanilla time together. “I can’t fault your logic there.”
Within five minutes, it was plain to see who would capture the drawing category. Landry had Cris bent over a chair in front of him for his drawing, and while it was better than just two triangles and a mouth, compared to Mallory’s artwork it looked like a preschooler drew it. Scrye’s wasn’t much better.
Mallory, however, was using not just black, but other colors as well, shading and highlighting, turning Chelbie’s ass cheeks into a grinning cat-o-lantern worthy of any animated feature.
Except for the part that it was drawn on her ass cheeks.
Landry and Scrye conceded the contest to Mallory without any votes being needed. She won a twenty-five dollar gift card to Sigalo’s, courtesy of Shayla and Tony.
When the judging was completed on the pumpkins, Kel was the clear winner there as well, with Tilly a close second.
“Looks like the next Sigalo’s dinner is on you two,” Ross teased.
Loren walked over to take a look at the results, a smirk on her face.
“What are you so happy about?” Ross asked her.
“That you respect hard limits.”
“Hey, it was one damn time.” But he smiled.
“One damn time too many.” She poked him in the chest. “No more markers. Ever. Evveerrr.”
“But you looked so cute with tiger stripes.”
She glared at him.
“Was it that I did them, or that I did them on your face that triggered the hard limit?”
More glaring.
He let out an exaggerated sigh. “Fine, no markers will ever be used on Loren. I agreed to it, I’ll stick to it. I swear.”
She leaned in and kissed him. “Thank you, Sir.” She turned at the sound of someone calling her name from inside.
“Not even a little fake tattoo on your ass?” he called after her.
The glare she tossed him over her shoulder would have frozen the pool had it landed there.
He grinned. “Love you, baby.”
She stuck her tongue out at him. “Love you, too, you damn sadist.”
* * * *
Ross had volunteered to haul the garbage bag with all the pumpkin guts in it out to the rolling trash bin sitting in front of the large garage door. He headed out the side lanai door with it when he thought he spotted someone walking through the Halloween display.
When he rounded the corner of the house, however, he didn’t see anyone.
Odd.
Especially since the guy had reminded him of Kaden.
But as Ross made his way to the trash bin with the bulging bag, he felt a shiver trail up his spine despite the warm Florida night.
Nah.
He didn’t believe in ghosts. If he did, he wouldn’t have had thirty-odd years of peaceful sleep.
Guy must have gone inside through the front door.
Which was the way Ross headed after depositing the bag in the bin, jumping when he saw the fake ghost hanging there in the foyer.
Letting out a laugh, he headed for the bathroom to wash his hands.
Seth really did a number on this place for Halloween. He’s even got me seeing things.
Chapter Eight
Derrick hunted Marcia down and found her out on the lanai, talking with Seth and Leah. He caught her hand. “Come on. Your turn to have some fun.”
“Ooh, seduce me some more,” she said as he led her inside the house, to the living room.
She thought maybe they’d be trying the Doom, but there was someone else already using it. Instead, he’d laid a towel over Seth and Leah’s very stout and secure coffee table. She knew it was, because Leah had admitted herself that she’d spent plenty of hours tied to it.
“Naked and facedown, baby,” he said. The violet wand kit was set up and ready to go, and he started pulling on his vampire gloves.
She shivered, immediately following his orders to undress. She loved the vampire gloves, leather gloves with tiny metal spikes embedded in the fingers and palms. They made for great sensation play, especially when paired with a violet wand.
Once she was in position, he started lightly dragging his hands all over her, raising gooseflesh in his wake from the sensation. A little scratchy, a little painful, a little pokey, they could be used for sensual or sadistic torment, depending on the attitude and skill of the person wearing them.
And Derrick had a lot of skill with them.
He spent several minutes playing with her body, including a few light swats to her ass with them, making her yelp. They would easily draw blood if used incorrectly, but so far, she didn’t think he’d quite gotten to that point yet.
Yet.
But the night was still young.
Then he picked up the violet wand and started using it on her. Not the body contact yet, which would electrify him or her, depending on how he set it up, but using one of the glass probes attached to it.
The mushroom-shaped glass wand glowed or
ange from the gasses inside as he passed it all over her body, sometimes zapping her with it, sometimes stroking her with it.
Building her up, promises of fun yet to come.
Then he swapped out the wand for the body contact probe, tucking it in his waistband inside his shirt, so it was touching his flesh.
Then he really went to town.
Now he was zapping her through all the little pokey points on the gloves, making her jump and moan and writhe on the table as he tormented her.
“Roll over,” he ordered.
She knew what was coming next. Over her arms, her thighs, her tummy, her breasts, including her nipples. She moaned, horny and aching now.
And he knew it. That’s why he wouldn’t be rushed.
Derrick paused and took off the gloves, swapping them out for a Mylar flogger, which created sparks and shocks everywhere he hit her with it.
Including her clit and pussy.
The sensual sadist even dragged it up and down her inner thighs, over her labia, time and again until Marcia wanted to scream and beg for him to fuck her.
Yet he knew she wouldn’t. She would tough it out, wait for him to get it out of his system, making her even hornier in the process.
After several more long minutes of this, he laughed. “I think I know what you want now.” He put the violet wand aside, removing the body contact probe from his waistband.
He grabbed their Hitachi, held it up, and grinned. “Now for the really fun torture.”
He sat on the floor at one end of the coffee table and had her bend her legs, her feet at the end of the coffee table and her ass scooted close. Like that, he pushed her legs wide apart and pressed the humming vibrator to her clit.
She exploded. Or, that’s what it felt like, every synapse in her nervous system firing at once. She reached overhead, grabbed the other end of the coffee table, and hung on as he forced her to come over and over again. So much she lost count.
She also knew that once he’d started, he wouldn’t stop until he was done.
Not that she was complaining, because she wasn’t.
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