Liability (Suncoast Society #33)(29)

Fortunately, Cole suggested it, and Kim happily and eagerly seconded it.

Would have been rude to refuse, right?

Right.

First he wanted to freshen up, and while he was in the stall he took the time to adjust everything so that he wouldn’t give himself another painful cock wedgie when it hardened up again.

Oh, it definitely would harden up again if he played with Kim after dinner. Not just from playing with her, but the knowledge that Cole was watching him play with her.

Kim automatically headed to the backseat when they walked out to their car after Mason dropped his toybag in the trunk of his. She was also asking him rapid-fire questions about the implements she’d seen in there while he’d been putting the floggers away.

He was tempted to put a ball-gag in her pretty little mouth just to see her drool around it and be able to talk to Cole, uninterrupted, for a few minutes.

But he mentally shelved that thought and answered her questions.

Although he didn’t totally discount the idea of using a ball-gag on her at some point in the evening.

Dinner was good, fun. They sat toward one end of the table, near Seth and Leah, and Mason spent most of the time answering their questions about stuff and working on hard and soft limits for the evening with Kim and Cole.

By the time they were to return to the club, Mason wouldn’t deny he had a decent chub in his pants. It’d been so long since he’d gotten to play that even a chance like this was welcomed.

Kim was ready to do more, eager, and Cole was perfectly happy letting her test her limits.

Earlier in the evening, Venture wasn’t as busy, so Mason opted to play sooner rather than sadistically drawing out the suspense for her until later. He grabbed a couple of towels and a fleece throw from the free rack of them—and a bottle of water from the kitchen area—and headed over to a bench on the “new” side of the dungeon.

As he was unpacking his bag, Cole pointed. “What’s that?”

Mason looked at the zip-top bag he was pointing at. “Oh. Heh.” He picked it up and handed it to Cole. “Needs new batteries, but feel free to borrow it. It’s a remote controlled vibrating egg.” He smiled at Kim. “Meant to be used internally, if you get what I mean.”

“Ooh,” Cole said. “Really? I can use it on her?”

“Sure. Just don’t lose track of it, please. You’ll get more use out of it than I have in years. I hope it still works. The battery types are printed inside the unit and the controller. The egg is waterproof. The wire sort of hangs out as an antenna.” His smile widened to a grin. “Maybe next weekend you can make her sit through dinner while you play with the remote under the table.”

He swore she gulped.

Cole started laughing. “Oooh, buddy. Thank you. This kind of sadism I can totally get behind.”

“I’m helpful.” He waggled his eyebrows at Kim. “Very helpful.”

“Yes, Sir,” she softly said. “You sure are.”





Kim was glad Cole was okay with her getting naked for their play. She trusted Mason not to grope her on purpose.

Mason spread a towel out on the bench for her. “Okay, ground rules,” he reminded her. “Green, yellow, red. There will be a few times tonight I deliberately take you to a red, just to make sure you’re not holding out on me. Don’t worry about hurting my feelings. I need to be assured that if I go too far that you’ll safeword. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I won’t be restraining you tonight, either. We’ll have to work you up to that. But do you want a ball gag to bite down on? I can fasten it loosely.”

She liked that he was apparently looking ahead to future play, because she already was. “Please, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

Warmth fired through her, liquid lava in her veins.

Yes, she loved Cole, but this was something different. Something she’d never felt before.

Something she’d never realized she’d needed before.

He buckled the ball gag loosely enough around her head that she could easily spit it out of she wanted to. Then he helped her get into position on the bench.

Cole sat on one of the empty couches a short distance away.

He smiled and gave her a thumbs-up.

Mason gathered her hair in his hands and pulled her head back. “Ready, pet?”

“Yes, Sir,” she mumbled around the gag.

He smiled, wide and making her horny. “Oh, yeah. Gag-speak. I f*cking love hearing gag-speak, by the way.”

He released her hair and walked around the bench. He stroked her back, one hand settling at the base of her spine. She flinched a little at the first bare-handed swat, but before long he was stepping up the pace, building her up, and she was realizing something else.

She really liked it.

Not just liked it, but that her clit was now throbbing, and if Mason was paying attention he could probably see a wet spot forming on the towel under her legs.

He paused. “Color, pet.”

“Green, Sir,” she mumbled, wishing he’d get.

Back.

To.

It.

She didn’t know how long she lay there, but a couple of times he did use implements on her that made her sit up and yellow, once even red.

And every time, he stopped, talking to her, encouraging her.