A Merry Little Kinkmas [Suncoast Society] (Siren Publishing Sensations) Read online

  “Never mind,” Tony told Shayla.

  Scrye, dressed as the jolly old elf, except his natural beard wasn’t quite as long or fully grey, emerged from around the house and entered through the side door. His slim and petite wife, June, followed him, dressed in the sluttiest elf costume ever seen on the face of the planet, including a shimmering green mesh tank top that barely covered her breasts, the see-through fabric exposing her nipples. Finishing off her ensemble was a red strap-on dildo in a harness over the front of her green sparkly G-string.

  In one hand, Scrye carried a large, red cloth sack. In the other hand he carried a dildo with several jingle bells attached by red and green ribbon. He shook it, making it jiggle and tinkle and getting a laugh from everyone standing close enough to him to realize what it was.

  “Rudolph and the other reindeer are out getting blitzed,” he boomed. “So it’s me and Mrs. Santa’s night to party. I heard there’s some fucking naughty boys and girls here tonight.”

  “You got that right, Santa,” Tilly called out. “Did you bring us coal?”

  “Coal? Why, Santa’s gone green for handing out naughty presents. And what the hell are you going to do with coal, anyway? This is Florida, you lucky bitch.”

  He made his way to a folding chair Tilly had already brought out and covered with a red tablecloth, a chair that would hold the large man’s bulk. He wasn’t obese, just tall and big.

  Tony knew the plan was, while Leah was distracted by Scrye’s Bad Santa act, to get the cake out of the fridge and prepare it to be lit to bring out just after Scrye called Leah up last. Tilly had already started edging her way to the back of the group, heading toward the sliders leading inside the house.

  Tony patted Shayla on the ass and whispered, “Help keep Leah busy.”

  She nodded and started working her way around the other side of the group, toward Leah.

  He met Tilly at the sliders. “Need help?”

  “I won’t refuse it. Come on.”

  They quickly darted out the door to the utility room, which led to the garage. There, they cleared space on Seth’s workbench and got the cake out of the fridge and unboxed, and poked six boxes worth of candles into it. It wasn’t Leah’s correct age. They just wanted it to be bright.

  The jokes about fire and wax play would run rampant, and that was fine by them. Seth wanted Leah laughing, enjoying herself, and remembering tonight in the best way possible.

  From the lanai, they heard a roar of laughter.

  “Bet that’s the Tower of Power,” Tilly said.

  “Do I even want to know?”

  She grinned. “Found it in a remnant bin at an adult store up in Tampa for fifteen dollars,” she said. “I labeled it for Max.”

  Tony snorted.

  “I know, right?” Tilly said. “My point exactly.” She hesitated. “Although, from the looks of their configuration tonight, I might owe Sean an apology tomorrow.”

  “No, I’m sure he’s a willing victim,” Tony said as he stuck the last candle into the frosting. “What are we lighting this with, a flamethrower?”

  She held up a barbecue lighter. “I came ready to do battle.”

  “I hope Seth has a fire extinguisher handy. Leah might pass out trying to blow these all out.”

  “I don’t want to light it just yet,” she said. “Scrye will call Leah up last and make her sit in his lap. Then he’ll hand her the box and Seth will be ready for us to bring out the cake.” She snuck into the utility room and cracked the door open, listening. When she returned a few minutes later, she flicked the lighter. “Okay, we’re up here shortly. I told Scrye to call Mallory and Gabe just before Leah, so I’d have a cue.”

  They got the candles lit and then Tilly scurried ahead to open the door for Tony so he could get through with the flaming cake. Tilly led the way, making sure the path was clear, and they emerged onto the lanai with it just as everyone burst into applause and Leah was tearfully hugging Seth.

  “One more song to sing,” Tilly called out, leading everyone in a round of “Happy Birthday” while Tony got the cake set safely set down on the table.

  Tony noted Leah’s bright smile as Seth led her over to the cake, then helped her blow out all the candles to raucous cheers.

  Whew.

  It seemed Seth had read the situation right. Tony had worried this might still be a year too soon for her, but was glad to see how wrong he was.

  Loren presented Leah with the card, which had been signed by all the attendees. After Shayla brought Tony a piece of cake, he smiled down at her. “I’m thinking someone needs a turn on the suspension frame tonight.”

  “Are you now, Sir?” Her eyes twinkled, playful, ready.

  “I am. I believe Rob and Laura have next dibs on it. Then it’s our turn. And then—”

  From inside the house, Cali let out a triumphant cry as she figured out it was now Essie who had the remote control.

  “Aw, dammit,” Max lightly groused, standing up, his slice of cake only half-eaten. “Please don’t let anyone take my plate. I’ll be right back.”

  Shayla turned back to Tony. “You were saying, Sir?”

  He leaned in and brushed a kiss across her lips. “Guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

  “Aw, dammit,” she muttered.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Earlier, Max and Sean had set the Doom up in Seth and Leah’s living room, off to one end where it wouldn’t be in the way.

  As people gathered around to watch the assembly process, Tilly snickered. “You guys really have a way with marketing. Baxter’s last round of pictures? Hysterical.”

  Cali’s cat, Baxter, had inadvertently become a bondage model in a spur-of-the-moment decision that had turned more fortuitous than they’d ever dreamed. Now he was a kinky viral Internet star. They never restrained him, but he’d been tied up in dozens of harnesses with different colors of paracord, as well as modeled three dozen kink-themed kitty costumes that had launched their business to Internet success.

  Cali now ran the business full time, and had hired a part-time assistant to help with packing and shipping. The men spent a good chunk of every evening out in their garage trying to keep up with demand, Cali still in the process of learning the production end of things so she could help keep up there, too.

  Now Max had claimed time on their device. They’d freed Cali’s arms after she’d successfully reclaimed the remote control to the vibrating egg.

  After Sean went and removed the butt plug and cleaned up, Max strapped him facedown on the frame, adjusting it to the perfect height for Sean to give a blow job while Cali got to fuck Sean’s ass with the Feeldoe.

  But first…

  He’d already set up their Violet Wand kit, which Cali eyed with mistrust.

  “What’s wrong?” Max asked, unable to hold back his smile.

  “Get it over with,” she said.

  He walked over, tucking the body contact probe inside his waistband, under his shirt, so it had contact with his skin. “What?”

  She closed her eyes, her entire body tensing. “Don’t what me, just do it.”

  He grinned, flicking the switch on the Violet Wand’s body. “You mean…this?” He brushed his hand across the tinsel still draped around her, making her yelp as it zapped her all along her body…

  Including her clit.

  He played with her like that for about five minutes, making her dance, until he turned his attention to Sean. Picking up a Mylar flogger they had, which was basically long strands of colored tinsel attached to a base with a wire wrapped around it, Max started flicking it against Sean’s ass, making him twitch and yelp, especially when he caught him in the cock or balls with a hit.

  “Oh, Cali, you can take the tinsel off now, by the way,” Max said. “Get ready to fuck our victim.”

  “Finally!” She started yanking it off while Max kept Sean thrashing against his restraints.

  Part of this was sheer sadism on Max’s part, but part of it was genuine Q&A te
sting. He wanted to make sure the frame would withstand the stress without tipping over.

  Once Cali was ready, the blue Feeldoe sporting a well-lubed condom over it, she gave her hips a shake and made the dildo wiggle. “Ready.”

  Max hooked a finger through the ring on the front of the leather play collar she was wearing tonight and gave her a deep kiss. “Ream him out good, baby. Don’t you come until I say so, though, deal?”

  “Aw—”

  “Deal?”

  She pouted. “Fine.” She stepped between Sean’s legs and gently eased the head of the dildo into his stretched ass. Sean let out a moan and tried to buck his hips to encourage her to go faster, but she was as much a sadist as either of them were, in her own ways.

  She lightly smacked his ass. “Hold still. We’re driving.”

  Max laughed as he walked around to Sean’s head and unzipped his jeans. His cock was already stiff and leaking pre-cum, eagerly anticipating this all night. He fisted it at the base, grabbing a handful of Sean’s hair with his other hand. “Open up, buddy.”

  Sean did, easily taking Max’s whole cock all the way to the root. Max only held it there for a moment, just long enough to feel Sean start to tense up before backing out and fucking his mouth. Max set the rhythm, Cali picking it up and following along, and pretty soon Sean was moaning between them, unable to reach his own stiff and dripping cock for relief.

  Cali’s expression had started to glaze over a little, too. “Not your turn yet, baby,” Max scolded her. “Don’t you dare try to come yet or you won’t get to come at all.”

  The pouty lip returned. She stuck her tongue out at him, but grabbed Sean’s hips and kept fucking him, grinding her hips against his ass at the bottom of every stroke. Max only needed to watch that for a few more seconds before his balls drew up and he felt his orgasm start. He grabbed Sean’s head with both hands and deep-throated him, forcing him to take it and swallow, knowing his partner loved it when he dominated him like this. Only when he knew he was done did he withdraw and tuck himself back in, ruffling Sean’s hair.

  “Good boy. Fair’s fair.” He reached down and picked up the electric vibrator they’d dubbed the “nail driver.” He walked around to stand behind Cali, who eyed it with a hopeful gaze.

  He stood behind her, his body pressing her against Sean. “You give him a reach-around, and I’ll give you one.” He flicked on the vibrator and got it wedged between her clit and Sean’s ass. Then he was able to hold onto the frame on either side of her and started thrusting with his hips.

  She’d started pumping Sean’s cock with her hand, but then she let out a moan of her own, her entire body tensing as the first orgasm hit her.

  “There you go,” he said, not letting her go.” Keep pumping his cock. You don’t get to stop coming until he does.”

  She started jerking Sean off again, Sean moaning and trying to thrust in time with her strokes even as every thrust of Max’s hips drove her—and the dildo—even deeper inside Sean’s ass. After another minute or so of that, Sean’s body arched against the restraints.

  “Fuck fuck fuck!” Sean moaned before limply collapsing against the frame.

  Max nipped the side of her neck. “Good girl,” he said, still forcing her clit to stay in contact with the vibrator. “You can stop coming…in just a minute. Don’t stop stroking his cock. If he gets hard again before I let you stop, you have to keep coming until we get him off again.”

  She let out a moan but knew he wouldn’t give her any respite until he was ready to.

  At least Max had his answer. The frame had held up well, the non-skid feet keeping it in place despite their fairly energetic fucking on top of it. And it hadn’t collapsed under their combined weight, either. Another win.

  Would Sean be able to get it up a second time in another minute or so…that remained the unanswered question.

  Despite Max taking it to two minutes, Sean’s cock didn’t revive. Max finally relented and switched off the vibrator, pulling it away while Cali flopped on top of Sean on the frame to catch her breath.

  Max slapped Sean on the ass. “Guess it’s your lucky day,” he said as he started to unfasten the leather straps binding Sean to the device. “You’re done being the filling for the night.”

  Sean gave him a cheery, satisfied thumbs-up.

  Chapter Fifteen

  After watching Cali, Max, and Sean on the Doom, Tilly wouldn’t deny it’d worked her up more than a little. She understood all too well the benefits of having two bisexual men as poly partners.

  It meant even more fun in and out of bed.

  I really need to order a Feeldoe. Those things look like fun.

  Back out on the lanai, Tilly surveyed the party with a careful gaze. There were people playing in the playroom, people playing in the living room, Tony was tormenting Shayla on the suspension frame, and Leah looked happy, hanging on Seth’s arm while they chatted with John and Abbey. There were people getting freaky in the hot tub, and someone was getting a blow job on the edge of the pool by someone in the pool.

  Success.

  A pair of arms encircled her waist from behind, tightening, drawing her close against a firm, warm torso. Landry nibbled on the back of her neck.

  “And what do we have here? A naughty little elf who appears in desperate need of something to do, perhaps?”

  Before she could squirm free and protest, he lightly bit the side of her neck, letting out a low rumbling growl and immediately downshifting her brain into please fuck me silly mode.

  Dammit. It was sooo not fair he could do that to her.

  And she loved him for it. There was no doubt who was running the show tonight, and it damn sure wasn’t her.

  Cris walked up, already naked except for his collar, carrying three towels and a bottle of lube and wearing a sexy grin. That was when Tilly realized she had been appointed the creamy filling in this particular cookie.

  One of Landry’s hands slid down, hiking up the already short hem of her sexy Mrs. Santa skirt and easily slipping inside the G-string he’d told her to wear for the night. When the pad of his finger stroked her clit, her eyes fell closed, her head lolling back against his shoulder.

  “That’s right, my love,” he said. Fuck, even his voice sounded sexy as sin, that slight French accent he still had even after so many years in the States. “No more free flight for our headstrong little cardinal tonight. Your wings have been clipped. You’ve kept us waiting long enough.”

  Her pussy throbbed, the sound of his voice, the feel of his hand, everything short-circuiting her brain, melting her will. He’d taken all the anchors and triggers Cris had set so long ago and expanded upon them, strengthened them, until she had little choice but to comply.

  Not that she didn’t want to. With Landry’s health concerns hopefully a thing of the past, she’d been able to focus on healing her heart and rebuilding her relationship with Cris. While she still didn’t know if she’d ever be able to call Cris her Master again, she knew she trusted him and Landry both enough to let go to them, let them take her out of her brain for a while like this, let them have her body and heart and something close enough to submission to not make a difference trying to label it.

  Cris stepped in close enough that her nipples rubbed against him through the fabric of her skimpy top. “Someone owes us a little sumptin’-sumptin’,” he teased. “We tried to get you to play last week and you put us off because you were busy getting stuff ready for the party tonight.”

  Landry’s finger wasn’t so much stroking her clit as it had seemingly plugged directly into a socket firing up the pleasure centers of her brain.

  “Someone,” Landry said, “begged for a pass that night, and was granted one. Cris took that one for you. Time to pay the piper, my love. To both of us.”

  The needy gasp escaped her before she could hold it back. Even though what most of the world now saw was Tilly Cardinal, the ball-busting, Toppy woman, the in-charge Domme, that wasn’t the sum of her parts. And when thes
e two men tag-teamed her, she was nothing but a melted puddle of goo by the time they finished with her. And yes, she knew she had the right to put her foot down and just say no to anything she didn’t want.

  The problem was, she didn’t want that, to say no. She liked having Landry in charge, back in the saddle with his health restored. Not just as her husband, but unofficially her Master in this way, even though it wasn’t something they’d publicly declared.

  And what Master wanted, Master got.

  One way, or another.

  They edged her over to the pool steps, Cris setting the towels off to the side while leaving the lube at the edge.

  “Here?” she whispered.

  Landry chuckled. “My love, these people have seen you naked and fucked before.”

  “But—”

  He reached up and laid a finger on her lips, a hard edge to his green gaze as he stared down at her. “Your choice, love. The pool, or we strap you down to Max and Sean’s delightful new frame, we still fuck you silly, but you don’t get to come and you spend the rest of the night with a butt plug in your ass and playing a game of your own reverse Easter egg hunt. I have one of those in my bag, too. And you get to wear the butt plug until next weekend, when we might let you beg us to let you finally have an orgasm, after being forced to go the whole week witho—”

  “Pool.”

  He grinned. “I thought you’d see things my way, love.”

  “Damn sadist,” she muttered, with full love and affection.

  Of course she loved him.

  She also knew he was sadistic enough to make good on his threat to force her to go a whole week without an orgasm. And if he made her do that, he’d ensure to torment her at every turn, likely letting Cris lick her while Landry fucked her every morning, but still not letting her get over the edge.

  Yeah, he’d done that once when she’d foolishly bet him she could take anything he dealt her.

  She’d lasted five days before begging him to please let her come.

  Then she’d had to endure three hours of forced orgasm torture, having to beg him to stop making her come.