Spank or Treat (6 page)

Sean held onto the straps immobilizing Max’s head and started fucking his mouth, hard and fast. Max’s hips tried to flex, making Cali laugh at his predicament. She loved watching the two of them together.

Especially if one of them was on the very bottom for the night, like Max now was.

Sean’s face scrunched up as his orgasm blasted through him and he sent a load of cum down Max’s throat. “Oh, fuck yeah,” he moaned. “So fucking good.”

She snapped her fingers at him and pointed. “Fair’s fair. Come on. Get busy.”

Sean didn’t even bother pulling up his pants. He shuffled around the frame and dropped to his knees under Max. Max let out a loud moan, his body stiffening on the frame as Sean sucked Max’s cock into his mouth.

She took the opportunity to start lightly swatting Max’s ass again. “You have three minutes before I make him stop. You don’t come by then, you have to hold it all night and Sean gets to fuck me.”

It only took two more swats with the paddle until Max exploded, fingers and toes curling as he blew his load into Sean’s eager mouth.

She stroked Max’s ass. “Good boy. Knew that would help inspire you.”

He started laughing. “I’m inspired, all right. Remember that life’s a switch, and so am I.”

“I’m counting on it.”

She freed him, offering him a steady hand as he climbed off the frame. He took a deep breath before grabbing her and kissing her, hard.

Then he wound a fistful of her hair around his hand and leaned in close. “Toppy time’s over for you.
I’m
taking control now.” He leaned in and grazed his teeth along her neck, lightly biting.

Dammit, if there was something that could disengage her brain and drop her into subspace, it was
that
. And Max damn well knew it.

Sean started getting everything cleaned up and moved so someone else could use the frame while Max, still naked, grabbed one of their throw blankets and led Cali by the hair to the playroom. It was empty, and he pushed her down over the spanking bench.

When she tried to sit up, he shoved her down again. “Stay,” he ordered.

Nothing submissive about his tone of voice now and she felt herself getting wet already.

She’d come dressed as a sexy witch in a short tank dress with no panties. He shoved her dress up with one hand while he pinned her by the back of the neck with the other.

“Ooh, someone’s wet,” he said as his fingers probed and played.

She tried to fuck her hips against his hand, but he wouldn’t be rushed.

Sean appeared in the doorway. “Okay, we’re cleaned up out there.”

“Stand at her head. Time for her to be spit-roasted.”

“Ooh, seconds!” Sean unzipped again and stood in front of her, taking over holding her head as she sucked his cock into her mouth.

Behind her, Max stepped between her legs. She felt him swipe the head of his cock up and down her slit. She should have known he would have gotten hard again fast because he still had the butt plug in. Wearing one of those always made him extra horny.

She moaned as Max slid his cock into her pussy. “Yeah, just like that,” he said.

Then he started smacking her ass, hard, with his bare hands, making her squirm and jump and whine around Sean’s cock.

“You thought it was so damn funny doing it to me,” Max teased. He kept one hand planted in the middle of her back, switching hands frequently so he could smack both sides of her ass, hard. “You were laughing your ass off. Time for me to return the sadistic favor, sweetheart.” He would periodically pause to fuck her, his cock now like silken steel, before starting the swats again.

And every time she tried to reach down to finger herself, one or both men would stop her.

“No, you’re under our control now, baby,” Sean said. “You had your Toppy turn. Now we’re in charge.”

Out in the living room, Cali heard the unmistakable sound of a violet wand zapping someone, followed by a female squeal.

“Sounds like someone else is getting busy out there,” Sean said. His cock had hardened again as well. Now that he had one out of the way, he’d last longer, as would Max.

Cali knew all she could do was hang on and enjoy it while they did their thing.

Max reached around her and started playing with her throbbing clit. “Does someone want to come, baby?” he teased.

She whined, Sean’s cock muffling her protests that fuck, yes, she wanted to come! They’d gotten one each already, and she hadn’t gotten any.

“Nope,” Max said, pulling his hand away. “Not yet.” He started fucking her again, hard, deep, driving her onto Sean’s cock with every thrust.

Then he stopped, drawing another whine of protest from her.

“Not yet, baby,” he said. Then he resumed the spanking, until she was squirming between them, impaled at both ends by cock.

Sean groaned. “I hate to say this, but I’m either going to have to stop or blow. I can’t hold it.”

“Oh, okay.” Max reached around her and found her clit.

That was all it took to get her over the edge. Her back arched as she moaned around Sean’s cock and fucked herself against Max’s, the sensation of his shaft embedded in her pussy only making things feel that much better.

“There you go,” Max said. “That should make you a happy girl.”

Happy? Hell, delirious was more like it. She’d never been happier in her life than she was with these two guys.

Sean picked up the pace. It didn’t take long for him to come, filling her mouth with his juices while Max started fucking her pussy again.

Within a few strokes, he’d come, too, and the three of them fell still as they tried to catch their breaths.

The only thing that would be better right now, Cali thought, would be falling asleep in their own bed.

Finally, Max pulled out and helped her sit up. “I’m thinking hot tub,” he said, holding her close.

Sean stepped over to join their group hug. “Seconded,” he said.

“That’s still an ugly fucking color,” Cali snarked.

Max’s aggravated sigh made Sean and Cali laugh. “Yes, I know. I’ll never hear the end of this one.”

“Only until you either get another one made, or this one gets redone in the right color,” she said.

“What if I manage to sell that one, huh?”

“It’s still an ugly color. And donating it to the club doesn’t count as a sale.”

“Dammit,” he muttered.

“
Well, we didn’t miss too much of it,” Tony said as he pulled their car into Seth and Leah’s driveway. “Only twenty minutes.”

“Yes, Sir.” Shayla was glad Tony had made it at all. It’d looked a little dicey there for a while, the massive repair job at his company’s Denver data center going all sorts of wrong.

A fire in a neighboring cage at the facility, the result of an explosion due to tampering by a disgruntled employee of that company renting data center space, had spread to Asher Insurance’s equipment before the fire suppression system could kick in. The guy had placed a time-delayed homemade improvised explosive, along with a jug of accelerant, which had spread the damage extensively.

And three people from the data center facility had also lost their jobs due to not keeping up with security procedures and allowing the man to get the gallon jug into the building in the first place.

Tony had been able to salvage some of Asher’s equipment, but not much. It basically meant a re-installation of all new equipment, after they’d had a full investigation and evaluation by both law enforcement and their own insurance company for the damages, and then removed the damaged equipment while awaiting the facility repairs.

“Wow, look at that display,” Shayla said. “That’s as neat as the Christmas display.”

Tony slowly nodded. “Yes, Kaden would love that.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Trick of the light. I could have sworn I saw someone walking through there who—never mind. Let’s get inside and settled. I know a certain someone long overdue a good ass beating.”

Shayla grinned. “Yes, Sir. That would be meee.”

Inside, it looked like Cali, Max, and Sean had just finished up a scene.

“Holy crap,” he said, studying the bondage frame they’d set up.

The bright neon green was nearly painful to look at.

Cali swatted Max on the shoulder. “See?”

“Well, at least people can see it,” Max said.

“Hell, a blind man could see it,” Shayla quipped. “What the hell?”

“It is a little bright,” Tony agreed.

Cali snorted. “That’s like saying my guys are a little kinky. Mr. Money Bags here decided he wanted to save a few bucks and go cheap. He got a discount because someone else had cancelled this color.”

“I can see why,” Tony said.

Max threw up his arms. “Fine. You win. I was wrong to save a few dollars on powder-coating.”

“Thank you,” Cali said. “That’s all I wanted to hear you admit.”

* * * *

Leah made Seth pull the bag of peas away from his nose so she could look. She’d tried putting ice cubes in a plastic baggy and wrapping it in a towel, but Seth said those were too large and hurt his nose too much.

So, back to the peas.

She’d glanced out the sliders leading onto the lanai when she caught sight of a guy standing off to one side. For a moment, her heart raced. She would have sworn he looked just like Kaden.

“Babe?”

Her attention fell back on Seth. “Sorry.”

“What is it?”

“I just saw a guy out there. I don’t know him, but he reminded me of Kaden.”

“I saw him earlier, too. I meant to go introduce myself to him, but then more people arrived.”

“Ross told me Ed had a plus two on his RSVP. I’d bet he came with him.”

“Probably.” He tipped his head back. “How’s it look?”

She examined his nose. “It’s not bleeding anymore, so that’s good. We should have Tilly take another look at it. The lucky thing for you, Mr. Zombie, is even if it was still bleeding, at least it works with your outfit.”

“Heh. Next time you question my judgment about something, I’ll listen a little better, babe.”

She smiled at him. “Thank you, Sir. I appreciate that.”

He handed her the bag of peas. “Go ahead and put those back in the freezer. I’ll use them again in a little while. I want to make the rounds.” He looked out the sliders. “I don’t see that guy now.”

Leah looked.

Nope, he was nowhere to be seen. She’d never gotten a clear look at his face, either. He couldn’t have ducked into their bedroom, because they kept that slider locked during parties, and their bedroom door closed.

“I’m sure we’ll end up meeting him eventually,” she said, shoving down her unease. “Meanwhile, I want to make sure everyone’s having fun. And don’t you have a barbecue grill to attend to?”

“Tony and Ross are manning it for me.”

“Well, get out there and help them.”

She wanted out of the kitchen. Mostly so she could satisfy her curiosity.

Once Seth had headed back onto the lanai, she walked to the front door, dodging the ghost hanging there, and kicked off her shoes. Barefoot, she slipped out the front door and made her way through the yard display.

Yes, the black cat inflatable was huuuge. She could easily walk under its nine-foot legs with room to spare. And making her way around other inflatables, she still didn’t spot the mystery guest.

Back in the house, she checked the garage and utility room, making sure the side door to the garage was locked as well.

Nada.

Rob and Laura were standing in the doorway of the playroom and watching a couple of friends getting ready to scene in there.

No one in their bedroom, or the other bedrooms or bathrooms.

Hmm.

She decided it wasn’t worth it. They would eventually meet the guy, whoever he was. It wasn’t unusual for people to arrive at their parties and Seth and Leah never even realized they were there until the guests said their goodbyes before they left. They were just that busy, that crowded. Hell, there was already over thirty people there now, and there were fifty on the RSVP list.

Shoving the impossible thoughts out of her head, she made her way back out onto the lanai.

* * * *

After dinner had been served, Ross called for everyone’s attention. On the lanai next to him were five real pumpkins, laid out on pieces of newspaper, along with packages of pumpkin carving tool sets.

On the table in front of him were a pile of permanent markers in a variety of colors, including several black ones.

“Okay, this is going to be our first ever ass-o-lantern contest. We’ve got the LED tea lights to put inside the pumpkins instead of candles. We know real candles wouldn’t last five minutes around some of you wax play enthusiasts.” A round of laughter rippled through the crowd. “And I don’t even
want
to know how some of you will be lighting up your subby ass-o-lanterns.”

“Glow sticks?” Gilo called out.

The crowd laughed.

“Not all of us are switches, buddy,” Ross said. “Now, as you can see, we have five real pumpkins for carving. We also have markers for drawing on people. The first five people who want real pumpkins, step forward.”

Kel, Tilly, Gilo, Max, and Rob all claimed pumpkins.

“Great,” Ross continued. “This should be interesting. The knife play expert and the psycho nurse going head to head.”

“That’s psych nurse,” Tilly corrected. Tonight she was dressed as the sluttiest nurse on the face of the planet, which was even funnier because she was a nurse in real life.

“Psych, psycho, same thing with you,” Ross playfully shot back. “Who wants markers?”

Scrye, Mallory, and Landry grabbed markers.

Kel frowned. “Babe, who are you partnering with?”

Chelbie’s hand shot up, a grin on her face. “Me, boss. Bestie can draw on my ass anytime.”

“Well, this deck is stacked,” Ross joked. “A graphic artist going up against an accountant and a sadist. Okay, you have thirty minutes to do your carving and drawing. We’ll judge both categories separately, and it’ll be crowd choice by applause. I found a decibel meter app for my phone, so no paper ballot voting this time. Ready…go!”