Time Out of Mind (Suncoast Society #43)(37)

“Okay.”

Mevi nodded. “I’m fine with that.”

After a discussion of health issues and sexual history to determine if there were any concerns they had to worry about, they launched into the main discussion.

“No sexual play, and no orgasm play,” Tilly said. “No offense, you’re good looking, but I only do that with Landry, Cris, and one other good friend of ours. And that’s only as a Top. I don’t bottom to anyone but Landry and Cris.”

“I’m good with that. Does that mean you want me to wear clothes?”

“You can wear whatever you want, or be naked, if you prefer.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“Impact play,” Landry said. “Do you have any idea of your tolerance limits?”

“No.”

The experienced Dom started with bare-handed spanking and listed a wide variety of implements, none of which sounded horrible to Mevi.

“I’m going to interject here,” Cris said.

His two partners looked at him.

“Let’s let him go through Doyle’s toybag and see what he wants to try instead of spending an hour listing everything we have and still forgetting some.”

Landry nodded. “Excellent point. Is that agreeable?”

“Why my toybag?” Doyle asked.

“You using it on anyone else?” Tilly countered.

He finally shook his head.

She hooked a thumb over her shoulder toward the front door. “Go get it, then.”

Doyle finally nodded. “Okay.” He retrieved it from the rental.

They spent the next thirty minutes negotiating, the experienced Tops leading Mevi through the process while Doyle watched and nodded to okay things. Now Mevi could see exactly why Doyle trusted them. They were thorough, and took time to carefully explain things Mevi didn’t know anything about.

Mevi could only imagine how horribly things could go wrong if he’d tried to do something like this on his own.

When it was finally time to move to the pool house, Tilly had one final question. “Aftercare. Who’s doing it? If he decides he wants it.”

Mevi glanced at Doyle, after Tilly explained what it was. “Would it be okay if you did it? Would you mind?”

He seemed to need a moment to consider it. “No problem. I’ll do that for you.”

“Thanks.”





Doyle had listened to the negotiations and fought his hardening cock as well as his growing jealousy.

Both of which he knew were danger signs for him, and all the more reason he couldn’t be the one to play with Mevi.

Even doing aftercare for him was iffy and approaching very grey area. Except it wasn’t sexual, and of the four of them there, he best knew Mevi. If he didn’t want Mevi crashing into subdrop, it probably should be him.

When they moved out to the pool house, Cris bringing a portable baby monitor with them, it was Tilly Mevi ended up asking to do the actual play, and his reason impressed Doyle.

“I think it’d be better if it’s her,” he quietly said. “Not that I don’t trust you guys,” he quickly added, “but…no offense, Tilly. You’re beautiful, and very nice, but I’m not attracted to you.”

She smiled. “I got it. No offense taken. And that’s using your noggin.”

Doyle laid out the contents of his toybag on the coffee table, which Landry and Cris dragged over near the kneeler. As Mevi studied all the implements, his eyes wide, he picked up the singletail.

“How bad does this hurt?”

“Depends on how it’s used.” She looked at Doyle. “It’s yours. You want to throw it? To demo.”

Reluctantly, Doyle walked over and took it from her, uncurling it. It’d been years since he’d used it, but as he loosened up, he remembered how much fun he had with it. It had a polyester popper on it, one easily interchanged so he could use it on different people, and he had a baggie of several spares in his toybag.

Taking aim at one of the couch cushions, he gauged his distance before throwing it, lightly brushing the fabric.

“You can use it as sensory play.” He threw it again, going in just a hair, making a loud pop against the fabric. “Or for pain. Depends on the person. If you can’t play with a whip without cracking it all the time, then you don’t know how to use a whip properly.”

He coiled it and handed it to Tilly, who stepped in and took a few practice throws with it.

“Nice. Smooth. Kangaroo?”

“Yeah.” She nailed the cushion hard before examining the popper. “Bet it stings like a f*cker with those knots.”

“It can, yes.”

“Fresh popper?”

“That one is, yes.”

“Okay.” She smiled at Mevi. “If you want me to try it on you, we’ll do that on the cross first, and I’ll start gentle and step in until you call it.”

He eagerly nodded. “Thanks.”

Doyle stood back and watched as Tilly went through Doyle’s implements with Mevi and he ended up only removing four items and putting them back into the bag.

“Wow. Brave guy.”

“I won’t get many chances like this,” Mevi said. “I don’t want to waste it.”

“Okay. First, shirt off, then face forward against the cross.”