Luscious (Topped #1)(24)

“Are you ready? There’s a bar set up in the living room, but no one will be drunk here. Big Tag would never allow that. There’s a two drink max.”

“Really?”

“Discipline is the name of the game with this crowd,” Macon explained. “They can’t take care of their subs if they drink too much and they always take care of their subs. And here are our first naked people. Naturally it’s my sister-in-law. Yeah, I had to get used to that.”

Ally felt her jaw drop. Serena Dean-Miles, the mild-mannered writer she’d gotten to know over the last week, was trussed up like a turkey and all she was wearing was some rope. It looked like quite a bit of rope, but it didn’t cover anything important. Her arms were bound behind her back, her breasts proudly displayed in what looked like the reverse version of a bra since her torso was covered but her breasts were left bare.

“Who didn’t get her word count in, today?” Adam asked, his voice a low growl. She had to admit that Macon’s big brother looked fine wearing nothing but what appeared to be a pair of leather pants. His chest was perfectly sculpted, every inch of him lean muscle.

“It was me, Master,” Serena said. Gone were her glasses and her typical bun. Her brown and blonde hair flowed around, making her look feminine and sexy. She bit her bottom lip and looked up at Adam with big eyes. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t have enough time today.”

“She’s not really sorry,” Ally whispered to Macon.

Macon grinned at her. “She might be in a minute, but it’s all play. They set up this scene weeks ago. They like to call it the ‘naughty author gives in to her muses.’”

She couldn’t help but giggle at that. Did they really sit around and plan a thing like this? She tried to picture the three of them sitting around the dinner table talking about what kind of things they would use. Toys, she corrected. They would talk about what toys they would use when they played. Or maybe they would talk about it in bed. Maybe they would hold each other and talk about their fantasies.

Did she have any sexual fantasies? All of her dreams revolved around Macon, but it was more about him holding her and kissing her. She’d kind of thought she would get through the sex in order to enjoy the cuddling.

What if she could have more?

Jacob Dean stepped up. Like his partner, he wore nothing but a pair of leather pants and boots. He carried a crop in his hands. He stepped in front of Serena and lightly tapped her breasts. “And what was our favorite author doing when she should have been writing?”

“Thinking about my plot,” Serena replied.

That earned her a hard smack on her backside from Adam. The sound cracked through the air. It made Ally jump, but Macon’s arms came around her, pulling her into the warmth and safety of his body. “It’s all right. She’s okay.”

“I know,” she forced herself to say.

Macon’s deep voice rumbled in her ear. “Watch her. She winces, but she doesn’t try to wriggle away. The sound is worse than the sensation. I’ve heard Serena quite likes the sensation.”

Jake brought the crop down on her backside again. Serena did wiggle a little, but toward her husband. She definitely wasn’t trying to get away.

“Do you want to try that again, love?” Jacob asked. “I could always get out the ginger lube.”

Apparently Serena didn’t like flavored lube because she couldn’t get the words out fast enough. “I was on Facebook and then I played way too much Candy Crush. I’m so sorry, Master. Please don’t spank me again. I’ll be good. You really shouldn’t spank me with that crop.”

It sounded believable and for a moment Ally stiffened, hearing some of the words that had come from her mother’s mouth, but then Serena looked up and the brightest smile hit her face.

“Hey, Allyson. I’m so glad you could make it,” she said, sounding completely like Serena again.

Adam squinted out and then smiled, too. He gave her a wave. “Hey, nice to see you.”

Jake frowned at his partner and their wife. He put one hand on his hip as the crop tapped against his outer thigh. “Do you two remember anything about sceneing? Anything at all? Has the whole parenting thing turned us into that threesome? You know, the one that can’t concentrate on their scene and makes everyone crazy?”

Adam seemed utterly unfazed by the Dom’s stare. “I was surprised to see her here. I thought she was going to go all Anastasia Steele on us.”

“Good one, babe. I’d high-five you if Jake wasn’t so good with the knots,” Serena replied.

“I’m about to remind you how good I am with a crop.” Jake’s arm went up and came back down, the crop hitting Serena’s backside.

Serena gasped but Ally couldn’t miss the way she winked her way right before going back into her naughty author mode. Jake and Adam took turns “torturing” her.

Macon kept her close, an arm around her at all times. She leaned against him, reveling in his warmth and strength. She’d started watching the scene with a deep anxiety, but each moment that went by she relaxed a bit more. Serena would look over every now and then and give her a smile or a wink, as though she knew it was hard for her.

How much had they figured out about her background? Was she that transparent? She prided herself on never showing her pain. Only the thought of losing Macon had forced her to talk today. For a moment, when she’d been in his arms, it had been okay to talk about it, to let herself feel it one more time and let a tiny piece of the pain go.