Vicious Carousel (Suncoast Society #25)(51)

At the club when they played, only her men could touch her, and they wouldn’t play with anyone but her. They would buy her a play collar to wear at the club, or when they were together privately.

For now, they’d avoid heavy impact play, and no canes. Light impact play, bare-handed spanking, flogging, riding crops, orgasm play.

Yes to all of that.

But the things Jack had done to her, the activities he’d taken and turned into punishments, those she wanted to avoid for now. On her future list of things to reclaim lay those favorite activities, like cane strokes during orgasm play, but not now.

Not until she knew for sure she could handle it.

Or that the men could handle it with her in case she triggered badly.

Tilly must have passed the word around to their friends that they were going tonight, because Loren, Eliza, Gabe, Laura, Brooke, Abbey, and June were all there when Betsy and her men arrived. Not even all their men had come with them. Rob, Bill, Rusty, and Scrye were missing.

Betsy asked her men for a moment alone with her friends and turned to the women once Nolan and Kenny moved out of earshot. “Oookaaay. What’s up? This doesn’t look at alll suspicious.”

June smirked. “The first rule about the dungeon is—”

“Shh,” Loren said. “We’re here for you. And them, too. Because, to be honest? For a couple of guys getting ready to play for the first time with a girl they’re head-over crazy about? They look a little depressed.”

Apparently Tilly hadn’t had time to spread that part of the tale. Betsy filled her friends in, feeling relieved when they all slowly nodded.

“Okay,” June said. “Now I get why they look sad. But I get it. Yeah, if you feel you need to do it, you should. Just don’t leave them dangling too long out there.”

“I won’t.”

“We’re still staying,” Eliza said. “Until you guys are done, at least.”

“You know they won’t violate my safeword,” Betsy told her.

“Oh, I know. It’s the principle of the matter. Besides, some of us would like to see you play again, because we want to get the memory of how horrible you looked those first several days out of our heads.”

“And I’m just a perv,” June joked, hugging her. “I want to watch.”





Betsy returned to her men. “Okay. Now that we have our own cheering section, I guess we can get started.”

“June’s not going to hold up numbers to score us or something, is she?” Nolan teased. “Because, I swear, she’d be like the Russian judge just to be a pest, I know she would.”

“Nope. They just want to see us happy.”

The men stepped in close, Nolan in front of her, Kenny behind. She felt hard bulges in both their jeans, but they’d have to wait until they got back home.

“Ready to play?” Nolan asked.

She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“Get undressed.”

With Kenny’s help, she pulled off her dress and kicked off her shoes. Then her panties, and she was standing there, naked. The men had put a towel down on the bench for her and helped her onto it.

She didn’t want a gag or a blindfold tonight. She needed to feel as safe as possible, focusing on what they were doing to her, not what she couldn’t do.

Closing her eyes, she breathed out stress and worry and fear as the men’s strong hands stroked her flesh, slowly exploring, feeling, caressing. Yes, it was a little odd that their first truly physically intimate time would be at a dungeon and not alone, but it was better this way. When they returned home, she’d be ready to play in other ways, having had her fears well-allayed already.

Because if this didn’t go well, there wouldn’t be sexy time later, and the men knew it.

Nolan squeezed her ass cheeks, easing up just before it got painful. Then he lightly smacked her on both ass cheeks…

And it was on.

They almost didn’t go hard enough, but she didn’t tell them that. They used floggers on her, their hands, a leather strap—nothing she hadn’t okayed, and not even some of the more strict implements she had okayed.

Then one of them was slapping her ass—she wasn’t sure who and didn’t want to open her eyes to look—and she heard the sound of a vibrator clicking to life with a loud hum.

A hand slipped between her legs, exploring, and withdrew. She arched her back as the vibrator then made contact with her clit.

Her fingers curled around the ends of the bench. She didn’t bother trying to hold back her cries. She hadn’t heard anyone else playing yet and knew she likely wasn’t bothering someone’s headspace. The hands stopped slapping her ass, leaving only the vibrator and her orgasm.

Kenny leaned in. “That’s our good girl,” he murmured in her ear. “Just think how good it might feel at home, with one cock in your mouth and another in your * at the same time.”

That thought only made her come harder. Yes, the fantasy of having the two of them at the same time was now looking like a pretty certain reality.

Oh, sweet mother dick, she couldn’t wait.

She didn’t know how long she lay squirming there on the bench with Kenny’s hands roaming her flesh while Nolan kept the vibrator perfectly positioned. Just as she thought she might have to safeword, the vibrator shut off and the men draped a towel over her.