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  “Look at me, baby.”

  She had to force her eyes open and lift her head.

  He grinned and blew her a kiss.

  She smiled, blowing one back before laying her head down again and moaning her way through another cycle of orgasms.

  Eventually, he knew she’d had enough. He shut off the Hitachi, allowing her to collapse and catch her breath.

  But she knew she wasn’t done.

  Not by a long shot.

  After he packed up the violet wand kit, he grabbed her by the arm and hauled her into a sitting position at the end of the coffee table. She was already opening her mouth in preparation, which made him smile again.

  “You’re such a good girl.” He unzipped and freed his cock, sliding it between her lips.

  She wrapped her hands around his legs, holding his ass as he slowly started fucking her mouth. There wasn’t a lot required of her from this point except to hold on and swallow. She was fine with that, though, because her brain had been turned to pure jelly. Not thinking was good.

  Very good.

  He held her head in his hands, varying his strokes, taking his time. She kept her eyes open and focused on his, knowing he liked that, preferred that.

  Loved watching her swallow his cum.

  She didn’t even know or care how many people were watching them. All she wanted was to make him happy, make him feel as good as he’d made her feel.

  That was one bad thing about the club, that unless they were locked in by themselves, they couldn’t have sex there.

  Only at home, and at the private parties.

  Inside her mouth his cock grew harder, hotter, closer to release. She tasted the tangy, salty pre-cum beginning to flow, knew from the tensing of his muscles how close he was.

  And then…

  He let out a soft groan as he went deep, her chin against his balls and her nose pressed against his belly as she swallowed to keep up with him. Finally, he loosened his grip, pulling his cock free before kneeling in front of her to kiss her.

  Now they could cuddle. Derrick moved their stuff out of the way and took over one of the sofas with her wrapped in a blanket and cuddled in his lap.

  This.

  She loved it and didn’t have words to adequately describe it. The way she felt coming down from a scene with him, the way he took total ownership and control of her body, drew the responses from her that he wanted.

  All of it.

  All of him.

  * * * *

  Tonight, Abbey had ended up in the Top slot, so to speak. Once things had calmed down following the ass-o-lantern contest, she tugged on the leash she’d snapped to Gilo’s collar and led him into the living room. After putting down a towel for herself, she sat, legs spread, and pointed at the floor in front of her.

  He grinned. “Turtle power.”

  She snorted. “Okay, rule one, stop with the jokes or I’ll just not beat you for a while. Okay?”

  “Are you trying to drive me back into my shell?”

  She arched an eyebrow at him. “I could add forced chastity and no orgasms for a month to that.”

  He made a zipping motion over his lips.

  “That’s more like it.” She pulled him in close. “Get busy and use that mouth of yours for something besides trying to distract me.”

  He grinned as he dove between her legs. She held the leash taut with one hand, the other buried in his hair and holding on tight the way she knew he loved. It wouldn’t take him long to get her over like this. Not long at all.

  Which was why she planned on making him do it at least two or three times before she let him get up. She’d been feeling her Toppy oats all day today. Not sadistically frisky, but enough to want this.

  Badly.

  She writhed her way through three orgasms before finally pushing him away, sated, satisfied.

  That’s when it backfired on her. He climbed up on top of her before she’d recovered. Grabbing her legs, he spread them wide, then shoved down his shorts enough he could work his cock inside her.

  She moaned, holding on as he started fucking her.

  “My turn, baby,” he said, his Dominant energy now washing over and through her. Even if she did have the strength to resist, she wouldn’t want to. She loved it when he got like this.

  * * * *

  There were few things John loved more than making Abbey’s brains dissolve from pleasure.

  One of those few things was sliding his cock inside her pussy after he’d dissolved her brains.

  He didn’t even care about the turtle costumes anymore, too engrossed in this, making love to her, humping her brains out there on their friends’ couch.

  He leaned in, nipping at the side of her neck. “Can I get one more from you like this, baby?” he asked.

  She moaned in response. He took that as a yes and slowed up a little, biting her neck, growling at her in the way she loved.

  That did it. He felt her pussy clamping around his cock.

  “Atta girl, baby.” He kissed her, fucking her hard, fast, trying to catch up to finish with her, rolling her onto her side for better traction.

  * * * *

  Tony stood next to Seth and Ross in the kitchen, all three of them with their heads cocked, watching things unfold in front of them.

  “You know,” Tony observed, “never in my wildest dreams could I have ever imagined I would speak the phrase, ‘So I watched two horny turtles screwing each other’s brains out on Seth and Leah’s couch.’”

  “You and me both, dude,” Seth said.

  Ross took a sip of his soda. “These parties just get more and more interesting. Tony, you should have Shayla write a book about them.”

  “No one would ever believe it,” he said. “Can you imagine trying to explain this to an editor? No.”

  Gilo had gotten Abbey sideways on the couch now, and was really pile-driving her into the upholstery.

  “Better you than me,” Ross said. “How do you get turtle semen off of a couch?”

  “Make them screw on the floor,” Seth said.

  “Make them wear condoms,” Tony said.

  Seth held out his hand for a fist bump, which Tony returned.

  Tony couldn’t help it. When Abbey and Gilo had finally finished and sat up, Tony—with Seth and Ross chiming in—yelled, “Humping in a half-shell. Turtle power!”

  Abbey smacked Gilo on the arm.

  “I didn’t tell them to do it, I swear!” Gilo protested.

  Tony was laughing so hard he had to step outside onto the lanai. That’s where he was when Shayla and Leah noticed him.

  “What’s so funny?” Leah asked.

  Tony started to tell her, burst into fresh rounds of laughter, and simply pointed at her husband to explain.

  Shayla, however, was more patient. Once Tony recovered enough to tell her, she, too, burst into gales of laughter.

  “I am sooo buying them pornographic turtle stuff if I find it,” Shayla said.

  “Do they make such a thing?”

  “I’ll have one of the guys at work draw some if I can’t find any,” she said. “Someone there will be able to do it. Or I’ll pay Mallory or Chelbie. That’s priceless.”

  Chapter Nine

  Cris stared at his ass in the bathroom mirror. “This stuff better come off.”

  Landry looked amused. “Why? You want me to make you run around bottomless at work?”

  “No. You know what I mean.”

  “No, I’m sure I don’t. Why don’t you explain it?”

  “Sadist.”

  “Your point being?”

  Cris jumped when Tilly pounded on the bathroom door. “You guys aren’t having sex in there without me, are you?”

  Landry reached over and opened the door. “No, love. He was admiring my artwork.”

  Tilly walked in. “Holy crap, that thing’s creepy.” She pulled the shower curtain shut on the blow-up clown propped inside. “So are we playing, or what?”

  Landry grabbed her and pul
led her in, kissing her hard, deeply, until she was softly moaning in his arms.

  “What was that, love?” he asked.

  Cris watched the scene play out in the mirror, amused, until he thought he glimpsed a man’s face. A blink of his eyes, and he realized he must have just seen Landry’s reflection.

  Or, something.

  “Are we scening?” she asked again, this time sounding more like a kitten than a tigress.

  He stroked her hair. “Why, yes, love. I do believe we are. Would you like to help me put some more color onto slave’s ass?”

  “Oh, no more markers, please,” Cris asked.

  “I wasn’t referring to markers,” Landry told him. “I was referring to bruises.”

  “Oh. Well, okay, then.”

  Landry sent Cris to fetch his gear bag while he led Tilly into the playroom. No one was currently using it, making it the perfect spot for them.

  He pulled Tilly close again, fondling her ass. “You should wear this outfit at home more often,” he said. “I might have been a far better patient during my cancer treatment had you been dressed like this every day.”

  She laid a finger over his lips. “Shh. That’s not funny to joke about. Especially not here.”

  He winced. “Sorry, love. I wasn’t thinking. He died here, didn’t he?”

  “Yeah. In his own bed.”

  Cris returned with the bag and Landry had him set it next to the spanking bench he planned to use. “Get naked, slave,” he said, still fondling Tilly’s ass under the short skirt. “Time for a prostate check.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Seriously?”

  “I’m trying for light-hearted.”

  “Keep trying.”

  Once Cris was secured onto the spanking bench, Landry ordered Tilly to stand by his head and let him lick her. Meanwhile, Landry broke out his implements and without any warm-up, started smacking Cris’ ass with a paddle.

  Tilly cradled Cris’ head in her hands as he worked his lips over her clit and pussy.

  “That’s it, slave,” Landry said, delivering another hard smack. “Get her over before I finish and fuck your ass, and I’ll let her give you a blow job while I’m fucking you.”

  That encouraged him, his mouth and tongue moving faster, eagerly.

  She’d long ago gotten over the shock of Cris being Landry’s slave. Watching the two of them have sex was one of the hottest things imaginable.

  Being a part of it while they had sex together was even hotter than that. Just the thought of watching Landry’s cock disappearing inside Cris bumped her even closer to orgasm.

  Some of Landry’s hits made Cris moan, which benefitted Tilly as the vibrations rolled through her clit.

  “Is he doing a good job, love?” Landry asked.

  Smack.

  “A wonderful job.” The only thing better would be if Cris were going down on her while Landry was fucking her at the same time. Something they did quite frequently, and even switched up, with Cris fucking her while Landry used his talented mouth on her.

  For a man who was homoflexible only for her, he damn sure could rock her world every time they were in bed together.

  And I’m the lucky bitch married to the guy.

  That’s the thought that tipped her over the edge. Landry noticed and picked up the tempo and severity of the impacts he delivered to Cris’ ass, until the bound man was moaning almost as loudly as Tilly was, the vibrations from his mouth intensifying her orgasm.

  Landry laughed as he relented, laying the paddle in the middle of Cris’ back. “Excellent job, slave. She looks quite satisfied.”

  That’s because she was quite satisfied.

  Landry reached over Cris, grabbed Tilly’s arm, and pulled her around to his end of the bench. This time, he fisted her hair, hard, and kissed her. “My beautiful wife is going to get on her knees and be my good little cocksucker, now, aren’t you?”

  Well, when he put it like that…

  “Uh huh!” She sank to her knees, turning so she could sit and suck Cris’ cock into her mouth and play with his balls with her hands.

  “Good girl,” Landry said.

  She heard him doing something, then he stepped close again and Cris let out a grunt. When she felt Landry’s balls now nestled next to Cris, she realized he was all the way inside him.

  “Play with my balls, too, love,” Landry said, sounding tense. “Lick them.”

  She did, eagerly, keeping Cris hard by stroking him with her fingers.

  “Okay, start sucking him again. I don’t wish him to cum in your hair right now.”

  She giggled, but did as he said, pulling another moan from Cris in the process.

  The impacts started again as Landry used the paddle on Cris while he fucked him.

  Pleasure and pain…the wily Dom had wired Cris’ brain to equate the two in many ways. Or, at least, to associate them together in the best way possible.

  “Next party, love,” Landry said, “it’ll be you on this bench, slave sucking your gorgeous pussy, while I’m fucking that sweet ass of yours.”

  She shivered with pleasure. Landry loved fucking her ass. He especially loved fucking her ass while Cris had his cock up her pussy at the same time.

  They never failed to blow her mind when they did that. There was something wonderful to be said about writhing, helpless, pinned between two hunky guys who could fuck her brains right out of her head.

  Tilly was getting lost in her fantasies when Landry stopped moving. It felt like he reached over and dug something out of his bag.

  When he handed it to her without her relinquishing the cock in her mouth, she realized what it was.

  “Put it in, love. Set to high. I don’t wish you to be left out.”

  It was the largest dildo vibrator they had, one of the ones with the little rabbit ears for the clit stimulator.

  And it usually made her scream her head off when she came.

  “In your pussy, now, or you’ll be on this bench getting your ass caned.”

  She fumbled until she found the switch and got it turned on. Closing her eyes, she moaned around Cris’ cock as she spread her legs wider and slid the vibrator inside her.

  “All the way in, as far as it’ll go, love.”

  Whimpering, feeling the release already building inside her, she did.

  Then Landry set his foot right between her legs, pressed against the base of the vibrator.

  “You can hump it against my foot if you need to, love, but it best not leave your pussy until I tell you so. Ditto that cock in your mouth.” Then he started fucking Cris again.

  Now the other man’s moans grew louder from the reaming he was getting with Landry’s cock fucking his ass, echoing her moans.

  Aaand it hit her. She cried out, rocking her hips and keeping the vibrator inside her, the clit stimulator hitting her perfectly.

  “Such a lovely sound,” Landry said. “Is it not, slave?”

  “Yes…Sir…” he gasped.

  “Slave, by the way, you may come whenever you like, as long as you do it before I do. Otherwise, you won’t get to come again until I decide.”

  Now she felt Cris moving, rocking, thrusting against Landry and her mouth. She wanted to help him, she really did, but she could barely control her own muscles with the vibrator rolling her through another series of orgasms.

  Landry chuckled. “Ah, yes. Such sweet moans.” He started smacking Cris’ ass, harder than before, shaking the bench with each stroke until Cris let out a cry before he poured a load of cum down Tilly’s throat.

  “Keep sucking, love,” Landry ordered. He put down the paddle and started fucking Cris, hard, keeping him moaning and Tilly moaning and pretty soon, Landry was moaning, too.

  When he finally fell still, he reached down and pulled the vibrator from her. “Good job, love.” He switched it off and, after pulling out of Cris, shoved the vibrator into the man’s mouth. “Suck on that until I return. Lick it clean.” Landry freed one of Cris’ hands so he could hold it
before he left the room.

  Tilly closed her eyes, content, not wanting to move just yet. She did turn her face to the side and kissed the inside of Cris’ left thigh, snuggling her face against his flesh.

  Yes, they were an odd trio, indeed.

  She didn’t care.

  She loved what they had. She was almost at the point where she could admit she was glad life had worked out the way it had, that Cris had gone back to Landry and saved his life, and that Landry had brought Cris back to her.

  Almost.

  She wouldn’t complain about where they were now, that was for sure.

  Landry returned a moment later after cleaning up in the bathroom. He unsnapped Cris’ other limbs and helped him off the bench and onto the floor next to Tilly. Smiling, he put his arms around them both and drew them close, kissing the tops of their heads.

  “Where would I be without my two beautiful souls by my side? Do you know how much I utterly love and adore you both?”

  Tilly only realized now he was speaking French. At some point, he’d switched over to it during the scene and she hadn’t even noticed, although it shouldn’t have surprised her. He did it all the time.

  “Love you, too, Master,” Cris said, kissing him.

  Tilly offered him a tired but pleased smile and kissed him. “Love you, too, Master Fussypants,” she said in English.

  Landry grinned. “When do I finally outlive that moniker?”

  “When I get sick of it.”

  Cris snorted. “That would be…never.”

  Chapter Ten

  Gabe and Bill sat with Mike and Jenny on the lanai, talking. Gabe was dressed as Hello Kitty, while Bill had gone with a Charlotte County sheriff’s office plainclothes detective’s costume, his badge holder hanging from a chain around his neck.

  Mostly because he was on-call that night and didn’t want to have to explain a costume if he got called in.

  But also partly because he wasn’t much of one for wearing costumes.

  He enjoyed sitting and talking with Mike and Jenny. They didn’t get to see them as often as he wished they did. While not exactly the same, the other couple’s BDSM path was very similar to his and Gabe’s, a gentler, less sadistic dynamic than some of their friends.