One Ring (Suncoast Society #28)(14)

“Everything.” She still felt almost giddy now. “Sorry, I know I must seem a little out of it.”

“It’s okay,” Don assured her. “That’s normal. You might have hit subspace a little bit with the fire cupping.”

“Really? I’ve read about that.” She felt like an idiot, like she’d forgotten how to talk to people.

Then again, maybe she had. Years with Mike surely had atrophied her communications abilities outside of work.

They opened their toybags to her and let her look at everything, all the different implements. She wanted to feel a few of them, too, and they let her smack herself in the thigh with them.

“I thought some of these would hurt a lot more,” she said.

“It depends on how hard you hit with them,” Carl told her. “And sometimes, the point isn’t to hit as hard as you can, but to get someone to the edge of their endurance and keep them right there on the verge of safewording, but not quite. A lot of people, that’s the point where subspace really kicks in for them, at that fine edge. It’s not a hard and fast rule, of course.”

“That makes sense.” She was holding a silicone spatula and smacked herself even harder in the thigh with it.

That stung. “Okay, I see what you mean.” She handed it back to Don.

“So being tied up, or restrained,” Don explained, “it heightens the experience for some people. Especially if forced orgasm play is involved.”

Screw it, if she embarrassed herself too much, she could simply never come back again. “Okay, I’ve seen that done, and I’ve heard Marcia talk about it, but what is it, exactly?”

The men exchanged a glance. Carl explained. “Well, you ladies are lucky enough to be able to come more than once in a very short amount of time. Usually it takes a vibrator to help, but forced orgasm play usually involves restraining the woman and then, well, using the vibrator on her. Sometimes it’s part of a longer scene, and sometimes that is the scene. Again, it depends on the people.”

She took a risk. “Is that something you can do to me?” These two guys were cute, Marcia obviously trusted them if she passed her off onto them, and…

Well, dammit, she was horny.

Somewhere in the dungeon, someone cried out in pleasure, accentuating the fact that she couldn’t even remember the last orgasm she’d had, much less the last one Mike had given her.

Then she realized yes, she was still married.

Even if only on paper.

And that might be a no-go for them. “Or,” she quickly added, “we could do that some other time, if you wanted to show me something else.”

“What do you want to do?” Don asked her.

She took a deep breath. “Honestly?”

They nodded.

“I want to see if I can make noises like that other lady was just making.”

The men exchanged another glance. “You can keep your panties on, if you want,” Don said. “We can do vibrator play over them.”

Relief washed through her. “Even better.”

The men continued talking with her, and she realized they’d ventured into sexual history. And why.

No, they weren’t having sex, and yes, it was one-sided, but this was something Marcia had talked about in her class. Negotiations, full disclosure, all of it.

If she wanted this to be part of her life, as Marcia had emphasized, she needed to get used to discussing it and comfortable talking about it, because it got easier every time you did.

Marcia stopped by to check on them while they were still talking. “Everything okay?”

“I’m going to let them do some orgasm play on me,” she admitted, her face heating. “Panties on.”

Marcia arched an eyebrow and glanced at them, then back to her. “Your idea, or theirs?”

“Mine.”

“Oh. Good. Carry on.” She left, the men watching her go.

Mel watched their reactions. “You’re a little scared of her, aren’t you?”

“Sort of,” Don admitted. “Not scared as much as we are respectful.”





She left her panties on but took off her bra, sundress, and shoes. The men had clarified what they would and wouldn’t do to her. They were going to tie her up, give her a bare-handed spanking, and then do orgasm play with her over her panties.

They could also fondle and touch her breasts and nipples, if they wanted to.

She sure as hell wanted them to. They were both cuties, hunks compared to Mike.

It took them over half an hour to tie the harness around her. She sat there, eyes closed as they did it, enjoying the attention, enjoying them talking to her, the feel of their hands on her.

Human touch.

Damn, how she’d missed it.

With her arms immobilized in front of her, they rolled her over Don’s lap. She flinched when his hand caressed her ass through the fabric of her panties, which she was pretty sure by now had a wet spot on them.

“You can say red at any time,” he assured her once again. “Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” His hand stopped, lifted. Then, the first smack, a fairly light blow that didn’t hurt at all. He must have been testing her, because he steadily increased the force, until she was squirming in his lap from the sting.