A Merry Little Kinkmas

  Just the way Kaden would have wanted it.

  Chapter Nine

  Jenny couldn’t wait to get to Leah and Seth’s. She knew Mike had been conferring with Seth, Tony, Askel, and some of the other rope experts over the past couple of weeks.

  She also knew he’d been practicing some new shibari techniques, because she came home early from book club one night and found him in the middle of the living room floor, tying up one of their pillows while watching TV.

  They’d been settling into their new dynamic for a little over a year now. With Mike fully over his worries about hurting her, he’d embraced a slightly sadistic streak with a strong penchant for rope bondage and forced orgasm torture.

  And she wasn’t about to complain. Their twenty-six-year marriage was stronger than ever, with their rejuvenated sex life fully taking Jenny’s mind off the fact that their son now lived in Tampa full time, where he attended college.

  No more empty-nest syndrome. Not with Mike in control.

  That was just how she liked it, too.

  It wasn’t time for dinner yet when they arrived, so they took their time settling in and greeting everyone before Mike smiled at her and crooked his finger in the way that always immediately made her wet and horny.

  Sure enough, he quickly tied her up in a rope harness that made her breasts stick out and rubbed between her legs, against her clit. He also tied rope gauntlets around her wrists and ankles, but left her unrestrained for the time being.

  “What’s the plan now, Sir?” she asked.

  He grabbed a towel and slung it over his shoulder before picking up the bag holding the rest of his rope and implements. “Now we’re going out to the lanai and wait for dinner.”

  “Aaannd?”

  “Aaannd you’re going to find yourself tied up and hand-fed dinner.” He waggled his eyebrows at her. “For dessert, I’m sure I can come up with something for you.”

  Now that he’d taken full control of their dynamic, she loved where he took her. Compared to some of their friends, he didn’t even blip the sadistic end of the scale. But he’d found his own ways to torment and tease her, ways that pleased both of them.

  All she cared about was the dominance, the control. Being able to let go to him and know she could trust him.

  Especially in bed. Although the longer they did this, the more their dynamic had quietly bled into other areas of their life in ways she hadn’t even expected until the realization struck her. Especially when they were alone, going out to dinner or shopping. Calling him Sir felt easy and natural, and it was calling him by his first name that had started feeling awkward.

  One time a few months into their new dynamic, when their son, Mikey, had come home from college for the weekend, she’d let a Sir slip while in front of him.

  The shocked expression on Mike’s face had mirrored her own emotions upon the realization of what she’d said, but their son had simply shaken his head and smiled.

  “I don’t want to know what you all are doing with me gone,” he’d said.

  And that had been that.

  One of the loungers on the lanai was free, and Mike spread the towel out on that after lowering the back so it was completely flat. After she lay down on it, he used the wrist and ankle gauntlets to quickly immobilize her, hogtying them to the rope harness he’d already put on her.

  Even worse, now she was hornier than ever but with Mike apparently happy to sit there and chit-chat with their friends, she knew he would drag out her pleasurable torment for hours tonight.

  She couldn’t wait.

  * * * *

  Askel backed his truck into the parking area left free for him in front of Seth and Leah’s garage.

  “That’s good,” Mallory said, helping guide him. “I wish Chelbie could have made it.” Her best friend’s parents had opted to go visit out-of-state relatives and offered to pay for her to go with them. Mallory couldn’t blame her for missing the party, even if they were both bummed out by it.

  “I know, sweetheart. Me, too.” He shifted into park and shut the engine off. “If you will take the food inside and ask a couple of the guys to come out and help me, that’d be perfect.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Mallory said as she unbuckled her seat belt.

  Askel had already opened the topper and tailgate when Tony, Seth, Rob, John, and Bill emerged from the house. “We can take it around the side of the house and into the lanai that way,” Seth told him. “I kept a spot open in one corner.”

  “Perfect.” They helped him unload the heavy wooden glider swing frame. While it had supported many people throughout the years, none of them had been sitting on a swing in the process. He’d ordered it from the manufacturer after careful research. It was the perfect portable bondage suspension frame, able to easily support six hundred pounds of weight. Even better, it quickly assembled and disassembled with nuts and bolts.

  When the sales rep had asked him over the phone why he didn’t want a swing to go with it, he’d told them he already had one, he just needed a frame.

  They’d bought the fib.

  He’d actually got the idea from another rigger who had a similar frame.

  Kel had sanded, stained, and sealed this one with a black stain that looked gorgeous in photos. They’d get it assembled on Seth’s lanai, position two layers of MMA mats under it for safety, and let the riggers amongst them have fun with it.

  He was looking forward to trying Max and Sean’s new bondage frame, which they’d said they were bringing with them tonight for everyone to try out. Kel couldn’t wait to get Mallory strapped down to it and start playing with her.

  And considering he’d been teasing Mallory for the past three days without letting her come, he knew she was looking forward to it, too.

  After they unloaded the wooden frame and moved the pieces onto the lanai, Kel quickly reassembled it with the other men’s help. After it was ready, he rigged a suspension ring to it with both a carabiner and rope and gave it a test swing with all his body weight before pronouncing it open for business.

  His friend Scrye, who he knew would be playing Santa later, stepped up with his wife, June, for first crack at it.

  Kel went in search of Mallory and found she’d already changed into the short, sexy dress he’d told her to wear for the party.

  Well, dress in that theoretically it was one piece of fabric that draped her body, even though the shimmery, sheer piece left her breasts exposed and barely covered her pussy and ass.

  Which was exactly the effect he wanted.

  He pulled her in for a kiss. “Thank you for changing without me asking.”

  She smiled. “Oh, I plan on being a very good girl tonight.”

  “That horny, huh?”

  Her lower lip caught under her teeth as she eagerly nodded.

  He patted her on the ass. “Good girl. I’ll be right back. I have to get the rest of our stuff.” He headed out to the truck, retrieved his gear bags, and locked the vehicle.

  Mallory had come so far in their time together, no longer obsessing about her weight. He loved her ample curves, the way her flesh responded to him and what he did to her on a daily basis.

  His perfect life partner who loved playing in the shadows with him.

  He’d been teasing her with more than just orgasms. He planned on doing a play piercing on her tonight, a temporary corset lacing up her back with needles. He didn’t do those kinds of things at the club, unless it was for a demo. Too much risk of some idiot accidentally getting in the way or bumping her afterward. These kinds of things he either did in the privacy of their home, or at the smaller private parties like this where people would know to be careful.

  But tonight was about fun. And by the time he finished decorating his goddess, she’d be a living piece of Christmas art.

  And a damned horny one, too, most likely.

  Chapter Ten

  In a moment of weakness, and without properly considering the possibilities, Cali had agreed to play bottom to her two men for
the Christmas party. The private parties were always a little wilder than club play, because people could get as sexy as they wanted with their play, as long as they didn’t disturb the neighbors.

  They’d no sooner arrived at Seth and Leah’s that Max and Sean pulled Cali off to the side in the living room, where no one was currently located, and had her strip.

  “Can’t we at least go say hello to everyone, first?” she asked as she started peeling off her dress.

  Max wore an ear-splitting grin. “Oh, we will, sweetheart,” he said. “First, we have to get you appropriately attired.”

  “I’m afraid to ask,” she said as she stood there totally naked.

  “It’s a Christmas party!” Sean shook his head. “Duh.” He unzipped the large duffel bag he’d brought with him and pulled out what looked like miles of tinsel in various colors.

  “Uh, holy crap,” she muttered.

  Now she understood the evil gleam in Max’s eye when he’d packed their Violet Wand kit.

  The tinsel would light up her life.

  Literally.

  The men used the strands of tinsel to tie a chest harness that made her boobs stand out. Max also bound her hands behind her back, the tinsel holding her arms securely against her sides. Then Max produced a vibrating egg, turned it on with the remote control, and held it in front of her.

  “Guess where this is going, babe?”

  “I’m guessing not up your ass.”

  He chuckled. “Oh, you’re so cute when you realize you’ve been suckered. Spread ’em.”

  She did, knowing she’d end up on the winning end of things by the time the evening was over. Hopefully with a very sore, red ass, and a very well-fucked pussy. Her two switchy men never failed to keep her satisfied.

  He slid the vibrating egg inside her, drawing a gasp from her as he took his time and let it linger over her clit for a little while first. Then he used more tinsel to form a makeshift harness around her hips and between her legs, making sure the egg would stay in place and that her clit would be chafed by the stuff.

  He grinned and handed the remote off to Sean. “Get the game started.”

  Her eyes widened. “What?”

  “Oh, this is a reverse Easter egg hunt,” Max said as Sean scampered away, giggling like a maniac. “Everyone’ll already know where the egg is. Your job will be to find the remote control.”

  “Son of a bitch,” she muttered, getting even wetter. Everyone here at the party was a friend of hers, so that didn’t bother her. And if she got tired of their game, she’d simply call it, and it would end.

  But her friends, most of them sadists, or at the very least submissives willing to throw her under the bus, would likely be playing a game of keep-away with her all night long.

  No doubt changing the vibrator settings, too.

  “They’re not allowed to lie and say they don’t have it if they do,” Max told her, still wearing that silly grin. “But they are allowed to pass it around, sometimes back to the same person. Your job will be to figure out who has it.”

  “Or?”

  He leaned in, sucking on her left nipple, making her gasp. “You don’t get to come until we go home,” he said. He sucked on her right nipple. “You’ll get to stay nice and horny and worked up until we get home and fuck your brains out.”

  Dammit. He was right about that. While she enjoyed the vibrating egg, it wasn’t enough to get her over the edge without help, although it intensified the hell out of orgasms when it was inside her at the same time.

  And it would keep her horny.

  He produced two nipple clamps, with little plastic red and green Christmas balls hanging from them. He clipped first one, then the other, to her nipples, making her moan and increasing her torment.

  From out on the lanai, she heard a woman laugh. Then Shayla stuck her head around the corner, spotted them standing there, giggled, and disappeared again.

  Well, there went Cali’s first suspect. Shayla wouldn’t have it right now because it’d be too obvious.

  Cali stared up at Max.

  He was loving the fuck out of this.

  “Hope you remember this night next time I’m in charge,” she warned.

  His grin widened. “I’m counting on it, sweetheart. Oh, almost forgot.”

  He leaned over and pulled out a tiger-print Santa hat and settled it on top of her head. “There you go.”

  She rolled her eyes up in her head. “This is borderline humiliation play. You realize that, right?”

  “Take it or safeword,” he said with an evil grin.

  Hmph. Challenge accepted.

  And he damn well knew it.

  * * * *

  Sean fought the urge to let out a nearly demonic cackle as he returned to Cali and Max. This was going to be so much fun, watching Cali trying to figure out who had the remote control.

  She scowled at him. “You remember how mean I get if I’m denied for too long, right?”

  “Of course, sweetheart. Don’t worry. We won’t leave you hanging.”

  “And we still have playtime yet,” Max said. “I brought the Doom.”

  That was their nickname for the latest incarnation of their play frame. The modular frame was easily disassembled for storage and transport, yet sturdy enough to comfortably hold up to four hundred pounds. They’d brought it with them tonight for their friends to try out and give them feedback.

  The men’s sadistic sides loved being able to work phrases such as “this could be your Doom” and “meet your Doom” into their sales pitches and ad copy for the device.

  “Just wait until we get you up on that,” Sean told Cali.

  “Who said she was getting strapped to it tonight?” Max asked.

  Sean’s eyes widened as he looked at Max, who wore a pleased grin.

  “Aw, dammit,” Sean muttered.

  Max leaned in, grabbing Sean by the chin. “I remember someone telling me I was on top this weekend, didn’t they?”

  “Yes,” Sean said, his cock already starting to swell and throb. No telling what Max would have in mind, with the freedom to do stuff to him here at Seth and Leah’s that they normally couldn’t do at the club during their play.

  “So get naked,” Max said. “I have decorations for you, too.” He reached into his bag and pulled out a Feeldoe, shaking it at him. It was like a strap-on, except Cali inserted one end of it into herself before going to town with the business end.

  “And this is for you later.” Max dropped it back into the bag.

  Both men had been on the receiving end of the Feeldoe plenty of times, usually with the other man getting a blow job from the recipient.

  Sean’s cock throbbed even more. He loved the goddamned thing. Especially when Cali stuck the vibrating bullet into its base and turned it on.

  Cali let out a gleeful hoot. “Hot damn, Sean’s the sandwich filling tonight.”

  Sean started unbuttoning his shirt. “Could have warned me,” he said.

  “What’s the fun in that?” Max asked, holding up a butt plug in one hand and tube of lube in his other. “You should probably go put this in now, too, by the way. And hurry up. You don’t want to miss any of the reverse Easter egg hunt.”

  Chapter Eleven

  They were ready to eat a few minutes after seven. So far, everything was going well. Seth felt relieved to see how much Leah was smiling, laughing. Genuine, not a practiced mask or a forced act to placate him or anyone else.

  I guess I should relax.

  He’d wanted to make tonight as perfect as possible for Leah. For them.

  He watched as poor Cali made her way around the crowd while her men fixed their own plates of food, as well as one for her. She was asking everyone about the remote to the vibrating egg inside her. Glancing around, Seth spotted John and Abbey watching Cali from the other side of the lanai, John wearing a gleefully sadistic grin on his face.

  Seth shook his head, chuckling. It was fun to see Gilo’s toppy side come out like this. He’d known,
from his friendship with the man, that Gilo was a switch. Until meeting Abbey, Gilo hadn’t had a partner with whom he could let the Dominant part of himself be free around others.

  While intellectually Seth understood switching, personally it wasn’t something he “got.” Especially when people switched with their own partners.

  Everyone’s got their own thing.

  Tilly was a prime example of that. Everything she’d been through, it was no wonder her personality had flipped from slave to the extreme opposite end of the Dominant scale. But with balance restored to her life by having Landry and Cris, she was like a new woman, always smiling now, a force of nature to anyone she even suspected might be fucking with someone she considered a friend or adopted family, but a fiercely loyal and loving friend to everyone else.

  Leah brought Seth his plate of food. “Here you go, Sir,” she said.

  He kissed her as he accepted it. “Thank you, love.”

  Her smile in response never failed to warm his heart. She thrived on taking care of him. Long ago he’d learned to accept it, that it was who she was. She needed to take care of him. It gave her a purpose, gave her joy, and kept her focused. He’d found his own ways to make sure she was his partner and not just his slave. Together, Seth and Leah managed the estate Kaden had left to them, had improved upon it. They’d also almost finished school, both of them going for business degrees to help them keep wisely managing their assets.

  With a life as blessed as his, he had no complaints.

  Well, one.

  That Kaden wasn’t there to share this with them.

  “Go make yourself a plate of food, love,” he told Leah before she could flit away. “And I want you to actually eat it.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She would take care of all their guests to the exclusion of her own needs if he didn’t order her.

  Mike already had Jenny trussed up in a festive mix of red and green rope. She lay on one of their loungers, her head in Mike’s lap while Mike hand-fed her, an adorable tableaux.