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  He climbed on, realizing he hadn’t looked around to find Tilly while walking to the bench.

  Dammit.

  Abbey quickly buckled his leather wrist and ankle cuffs to him, using snap clips to attach them to the bench. She tied the leash off, too, preventing him from lifting his head too far and looking around.

  She walked around to the front of the bench and lifted the hem of her dress and he sank even more deeply into subspace. No panties, just her bare pussy there, ready to lick.

  And as she grabbed the back of his head, fisting his hair, he realized that’s exactly what she wanted.

  I hope I don’t swallow the damn ring.

  Fortunately, at that angle, he couldn’t really reach her anyway, and she realized it.

  “Darn it,” she said. “Well, guess I just have to do something else, then.”

  He felt a delicious thread of nervous anticipation flow through him, only the feel of the ring against his tongue keeping him remotely in his head at that point. He heard her don a disposable glove before feeling cool gel against his ass.

  His eyes dropped closed, a soft moan rolling through him.

  Ooooh, yes. This was something they couldn’t do at the club. Well, technically they probably could, since it was a toy, not a penis, but they didn’t. He’d used a vibrator on her several times during play at the club, or she’d had him put in a butt plug in the bathroom while getting dressed.

  She quickly got a fairly modest butt plug seated inside his ass, his rock-hard cock now dripping pre-cum.

  Stripping off the glove, she walked around in front of him and knelt to speak to him. “I’m thinking someone wants to get off fairly fast,” she said, untying the leash from the bench. Then she unsnapped his wrist and ankle cuffs, stood, and tugged on the leash.

  He got up, his rigid cock standing straight out, and followed her over to the recliner, where she’d put a towel down. Now she sat, spread her legs, pulled the hem of her dress up, and tugged on the leash until his face was buried in her pussy.

  Okay, yes, he could reach her now—wasn’t the first time he’d done this to her in this chair—but the ring was still posing a logistical problem. He kept it tucked between his cheek and gum in the left side of his mouth, but the stone kept digging into his gums.

  Nonconsenual jewelry play. Who knew?

  He did the best he could, but she still noticed after a few minutes, even when she had her left hand dug into the back of his head.

  “What’s going on?” she asked, looking down at him. “Wait, is there something in your mouth?”

  Somewhere behind Abbey, he heard Tilly clap her hand over her mouth to stifle a snort of laughter.

  Great, thanks for the help.

  He nodded.

  She held her left hand out in front of him. “Spit it out,” she sternly said.

  Taking this as his chance, he flipped the ring around in his mouth then worked his lips over her ring finger, sliding it on all the way. The entire time, he looked up into her eyes.

  Shock registered as she realized what he’d done.

  “John, I—”

  “Will you marry me?” he asked before he lost his chance. “I mean, I know you said you want to, and we’re already planning it, but I wanted to actually, you know, officially ask the question.”

  Then she started crying. Happy tears, he was pleased to see, nodding as she let go of the leash and flung herself onto him. “Yes!”

  Apparently their friends had been paying attention after all, maybe with Tilly’s forewarning. The room erupted into applause as John ended up on his back on the floor, Abbey straddling him, kissing him.

  He took advantage of that, grabbed her by the hips, and sank his cock home into her pussy.

  That got her attention.

  He swallowed her moans as she kept kissing him, actively fucking him back as they lay there going at it. He reached up and cupped her breasts through her dress, freeing them from it, pulling down the front, the cheers of their friends fading away in his brain as he sucked her nipple into his mouth and then nipped it.

  Her needy moan dug straight through his cock. He rolled, taking her with him, flipping her onto her back and hooking his arms under hers to keep her from sliding away from him. Harder, faster, deeper, he drove his cock into her as he stared down into her eyes, knowing she was close.

  “Come for me, baby,” he said. “Give me what I want.”

  Nails raked down his back, her heels digging into his ass as she came.

  “Good girl,” he said, speeding up and glad to finally be able to blow his load, the butt plug still wedged in his ass making it difficult to hold back in the first place. As he finally collapsed on top of her, another round of cheers went up.

  Beneath him, Abbey started giggling.

  When he pushed up onto his elbows to look, she was grinning, clamping down on her lower lip with her teeth as she tried to hold back the laughter.

  She grabbed his leash, which still hung from his collar, and pulled him in for another kiss.

  “We should give out a gift certificate to Sigalo’s to anyone who can accurately explain that scene to the rest of us,” Tilly called out, starting another round of laughter around the room.

  He unsnapped the leash and sat up, helping Abbey sit up in front of him. She blushed as she started trying to put the girls away in her dress. No, this wasn’t the wildest thing their friends had seen from them at a party, but it was certainly the least-anticipated outcome on their part. Usually if they started in one role at a party, they finished before switching over.

  “I think I need to go take out this butt plug and clean up,” he said. “What do you think?”

  She leaned in to kiss him again. “I think that’s a great idea…Sir.”

  He pulled her left hand up to his mouth and feathered his lips over her finger. “Good thing I didn’t accidentally swallow that,” he said. “You’d have to go fishing around for it in the other end with a glove and some lube.”

  She burst out laughing, falling against him. “I think I might call red on that, Sir. Sorry. You’d have to wait for it to pass naturally.”

  He stood and helped her up. “Then let’s get our stuff and ourselves cleaned up. I have a feeling people will want to say something to us, but not like…this.”

  “Agreed.”

  Chapter Eight

  Clarisse knew she couldn’t wait all night to do what she had to do. Plus she knew she’d need at least enough pee in her to do both tests. Right now, she had to go pretty darn bad.

  Add to that the worry Sully might opt to rig her instead of Mac for the contest, and there would go her chance.

  She grabbed her bag and snagged Abbey during a lull in the congratulations, pulling her into the master bedroom and closing the door behind them.

  “I need your help,” Clarisse admitted, forcing herself not to burst into tears.

  Abbey frowned. “Sweetie, what’s wrong?”

  Well, theoretically, Clarisse wanted as many of her friends around her as she could get. Practically, that would be impossible. For starters, the men of the party would notice if nearly all the women there suddenly disappeared into the master bedroom.

  Then there was the fact that a couple of them were already in the process of being rigged. Leah was actually rigging Seth, so she wouldn’t be able to join them, either.

  “Please, I can’t explain, and Mac and Sully can’t know yet. Can you grab Tilly and maybe Loren and Essie? Bring them in here? Only if they can get away without any of the guys noticing.”

  “Sure, but—”

  “Please?”

  Abbey rested her hands on Clarisse’s shoulders. “Talk to me. You’re scaring me.”

  Clarisse couldn’t say it. She opted to dig into her purse and hand one of the sealed test kits and the instruction sheet to her.

  Abbey had to turn the instructions around to read them…

  Then realization dawned.

  “I’m scared,” Clarisse said. “A
nd I really need at least a couple of you guys with me when I do this.”

  “But what about Mac and Sully?”

  “I’ll explain after. Please?”

  Abbey nodded and handed them back to her. “I’ll be right back.” Abbey hugged Clarisse, kissing her on the forehead before hurrying out, shutting the door behind her.

  As Clarisse sank to the bed, the full realization of what she was about to do hit her.

  Worse, the circumstances around it.

  She’d deliberately concealed something pretty damn big from her men, something they’d already told her was her decision to make. She’d had no reason to hide it, and now she was probably going to make it worse.

  Since she’d come this far, at least she wanted to know the full extent of how badly she’d fucked up before admitting it to her guys.

  Abbey returned a couple of minutes later with Tilly and Loren. Abbey locked the bedroom door behind her while Loren muttered and tried to shut off the glowing hearts hanging from her nipple rings. It took her a couple of attempts and getting them through the various flashing sequences before she found the off setting.

  “I hate these damn things,” Loren groused. “I feel like a derpy dog. I can see I’m going to have to readjust my hard limits with Ross.”

  Tilly wore an expression of all business. “Honey, what’s going on?” she asked Clarisse. “Abbey said you needed us.”

  She’d dug the other test kit out of her bag. She held up the two sealed pouches and the instructions.

  Tilly frowned, immediately catching on. “Why are you acting like this is a bad thing?”

  “Because I fucked up. Big time.”

  Tilly’s gaze narrowed even more. “If you are about to tell us you cheated on those guys, I’m going to drive you to the hospital myself and have you admitted for a thorough exam and an MRI. Because I wouldn’t believe you’d say something like that unless you had a serious head injury or an alien parasite or something.”

  Clarisse shook her head.

  “Well, let’s do this,” Tilly said, obviously taking charge, much to Clarisse’s relief. “Either you are, or you aren’t. But I suspect if you’ve got two test kits you already have a strong suspicion as to this question’s answer.”

  Clarisse nodded.

  Tilly took the test pouches and instructions from Clarisse before she gently grabbed her arm and herded her up off the bed and into the master bathroom. Loren and Abbey started to hang back at the doorway, but Clarisse motioned to them.

  “No, please come in. Not like I’m bashful in front of you. This is why I wanted you here. You’ve seen worse.”

  Loren snorted as she grabbed Abbey’s robe off the back of the bathroom door and pulled it on. “You ain’t kiddin’, sweetie.”

  Tilly, now in full-on nurse mode—not even the kinky kind—completely read through the instructions before ripping open the kits and handing Clarisse the first one. “I’ll get the second one ready and we’ll switch off.”

  “I have gloves, if you want them,” Abbey said.

  Tilly snorted. “Please. I’ve had my fingers up Cris’ ass before.” She must have noticed their reactions, because she said, “Hey, I’ve washed up since. Hello, nurse. Nursing students go through hell like you wouldn’t believe. Not to mention when they actually are working. Accidentally getting a little of my friend’s pee on my fingers isn’t going to kill me. Besides, Eddie nearly sprayed me in the face that first time I tried to change his diaper.”

  Clarisse had to keep from laughing so she didn’t mess up and have to wait until next time she had to pee. “I warned you boys are tricky.” She stuck the test strip into the stream as she went.

  “I never did pediatrics, except briefly in school. I mostly trained on and worked with adults.”

  “Except Landry,” Loren said. “He’s a big baby.”

  “The biggest,” Tilly agreed, swapping out the testers when Clarisse handed the first over. “Sir Fussypants.” She capped the tester and set it on the counter, the second cap at the ready. “Thank god he’s only like that when he’s not feeling well. My own damn fault. He warned me he wasn’t a good patient when we met. But I wouldn’t trade him or Cris for the world.”

  After Clarisse handed Tilly the second tester and it was capped and safely on the counter, Tilly moved to the sink to wash her hands. “Time, anyone?”

  “Eh, I don’t think that’ll be necessary,” Abbey said, pointing.

  Already, the first was starting to show a line in the positive window as well as the control window. The second was working through the control window.

  Tilly looked down at the testers. “Well, let’s see what the other one does.”

  Clarisse had finished and washed her hands and joined her friends just in time to see the second one start turning positive, too.

  Now she wasn’t sure if the lump in her stomach was from nerves…or the baby.

  Tilly, Abbey, and Loren wrapped their arms around Clarisse as she softly cried. She didn’t even know for sure if they were happy or sad or confused tears.

  Then again, at that point, it could be hormones, for all she knew.

  It was Tilly who took the reins again. She gripped Clarisse by the shoulders.

  “Okay. Now what gives? Why isn’t this a happy thing, and why aren’t your Frick and Frack in here with you?”

  She weepily explained, feeling stupid and silly and really, really guilty as she told it. When she finished, her friends surrounded her again.

  “Honey,” Abbey said, “I’m sure the guys will understand. You were nervous, and then…” She looked at Loren. “Help me out, here.”

  “You did want to have another baby, didn’t you?” Loren asked her.

  “Yeah. I just hadn’t decided yet.”

  “Well, that explains it,” Tilly snarked.

  “I just…We’d actually sort of talked about it a little. Then Essie and her guys made their announcement. And I got to thinking about it. I guess I just…”

  “Wasn’t thinking?” Tilly eventually finished for her.

  “Yeah. Then it was happy hump day every day, and I kept waffling.”

  “Until you got your ass caught in a waffle iron,” Tilly said.

  Clarisse nodded. “Yeah.”

  “I would suggest telling them now,” Abbey said. “Not just tonight, but right now. I’ll go get them and bring them in. We can stay with you while you tell them, if you want us to, or we can give you guys some privacy.”

  “Privacy might be best,” Loren gently said. “But we’ll wait outside in case you need us once Tilly gets them in here.”

  Tilly disengaged from them. “Sure, throw the Domme switch on the sword,” she teased as she headed toward the bedroom door. “I’ll bring them into the bathroom. We’ll wait in the bedroom with the door locked to keep things private until you’re done.”

  Clarisse stared down at the testers. Yep, they were both positive. No doubt about it.

  “Congratulations?” Abbey offered. “I hope?”

  “Yeah,” Loren said. “We can throw you and Essie kinky baby showers together.”

  Tilly returned, alone. “Bad news, they’re in the middle of spotting for Leah and Seth, and if I drag them out of there and get stand-ins, that’s going to make everyone wonder what the hell’s going on. Everyone who isn’t actively rigging their own stuff is watching what’s going on. I can get them if you want—”

  “No,” Clarisse said, wiping at her face with her hands. “No. I’ll tell them after that’s done. I don’t want everyone else freaking out and thinking I’m dying or something. And I’m not sure Sully will want to tell everyone yet.”

  “Why wouldn’t he?” Tilly asked.

  Clarisse gave Tilly “the look.”

  “Right, sorry. Master. Gotcha. He makes the call. See? We switches, we tend to forget about that shit.”

  Chapter Nine

  Ross wondered where Loren and Tilly had gotten off to. He wanted to finish rigging Loren’s harness. He h
ad several strands of lights to weave into her ropes yet. He’d originally planned on suspending her and adding even more, but since he wasn’t being judged, he didn’t want to tie up the suspension frame for the others who were going to use it and who were also competing.

  Come to think of it, he didn’t see Abbey or Clarisse anywhere, either. He was about to start looking for them when he saw the four of them emerge from Abbey’s bedroom.

  And Loren’s nipple hearts weren’t turned on.

  “What’s going on?” he asked her when she rejoined him. “And why aren’t you shining?”

  She looked down and sighed, then turned them on, getting them on the glow setting. “Sorry. Can’t tell you. Super-secret girl meeting.” She grinned. “Sir.”

  “Looorrren—”

  “Seriously. Please don’t make me play the wife card, because you know I will if backed into a corner.”

  Yes, she would. “Fine. I want to know as soon as you can tell me.” He dropped his voice. “Is everything okay? Clarisse looked a little shook up.” As he watched, across the room Abbey made her way over to Gilo’s side and whispered in his ear. He frowned, but then nodded.

  “She’s okay.” Loren placed a finger on her lips. “Shhh. Girl secrets. If I tell you, I’d have to fuck you with a strap-on in front of everyone.”

  “Yeah, like that’s ever gonna happen.”

  He didn’t even like the doctor sticking his finger up there for his yearly prostate exam. He damn sure wasn’t going to let his wife and slave ream him out like a grapefruit on a juicer machine the way Gilo did with Abbey.

  The man’s got bigger balls than I do.

  Different strokes, and all that, and he wasn’t dissing their kink, but it darn sure wasn’t his.

  * * * *

  It was nearly one o’clock in the morning when the last entrant in the rigging contest had their pictures taken. Then John hooked his iPad into the living room TV for everyone to see.

  “Okay, ladies and gentlemen,” he said. “Here we have your choices. I will warn you, if you hadn’t already heard, that some of the competitors have disqualified themselves from the start. So we’re not going to show their pictures.