Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“Heh.” Gael rubbed the back of his neck and blushed as he took in the scene again. “I feel like I just walked into the lion’s den.”
I smiled.
“Wait!” Gael froze and looked like he’d solved a big math problem. “On the forum, there’s a group for the Little Maid Service, and they have a pinned list of prices for cleaning. The most expensive item costs $200, and it’s called A Full Cabin 4. Is that because of this?”
Joshua and I cracked up and exchanged a look. That was too funny. I’d heard about the cleaning service Ivy and Gretchen ran, but I’d never seen a price list.
“It wouldn’t surprise me,” I chuckled. “To our advantage, Macklin’s also pedantic, and as soon as someone’s spent the night here, he has everything cleaned and treated. Walker’s just as meticulous about all things leather.” I pointed to the floggers. “He’s made most of them.”
Now that my brother and Macklin were back together, this cabin would see fewer strangers—if any—and more action from the same four people. I’d only met Ty and Lane briefly, but Walker and Macklin were very fond of them.
“Holy crapamoly.” Gael shook his head in wonder.
General meowed and headbutted the carrier door, which snapped Gael out of whatever thoughts were running through his mind, and he bent down to let the cat out.
I tossed my bags on the couch and shrugged out of my coat.
“Coffee, Dean?” Joshua asked.
“I wouldn’t mind a cup. Thank you.” I pushed up the sleeves of my pullover and sat down on the couch. Then I retrieved my phone and kept Gael in my periphery; he was curious and climbing the stairs to take a peek at the loft.
I sent Macklin and Walker a message in our group chat.
Bless him, Gael has spotted the orgy toys in the cabin.
“Mattresses everywhere!” Gael gasped. “Oh my gosh, imagine the sleepovers.”
“No need to imagine them, baby,” Joshua responded with a smirk. “We’re gonna have a lot of fun here.”
That filled me with both dread and impatience.
Macklin replied to my text.
Feel free to use them, Sir. Everything’s clean!
He added a kissy face emoji, and I shook my head in amusement.
I preferred to use my own toys, not that I had very many, but I wouldn’t mind strapping Gael to the cross and turning his skin red. If he was into that, of course. I didn’t know. It was rarely an issue for me because I wasn’t into anything that most called extreme. I loved a good ol’ over-the-knee spanking and sensual flogging.
The service Dom in me could definitely crank it up for a masochist; it just didn’t bring me any more pleasure than something milder.
That was another thing Joshua and I had commiserated over together, how we both had a reputation for being strict Doms. Apologies, that was simply my personality. The high-protocol I enjoyed was more about me being selfish. I liked having my sub at my feet. I wanted my fingers in his hair and his attention on me. I picked affection over pranks any day of the week.
Gael returned downstairs and skipped over to help Joshua in the kitchenette, and I couldn’t help but compare the boy to a brat I’d played with briefly before the holidays. Noa was in this community too; he lived with his three partners, and he and his Daddy Dom sometimes engaged in group play. That puppy… What a handful. Cuter than words, genuine and sweet, but boy, he’d tuckered me out mentally.
It would be interesting to see how far Gael went on the brat scale. Far enough to have Joshua so whipped, undoubtedly. He loved brats.
Brats gave him energy, which they’d probably stolen from me.
Gael didn’t strike me as a brat on Noa’s level, however.
We’d have to wait and see. Gael was still coming out of his shell.
My phone buzzed with another message, and I was surprised to see it was from Walker. I’d thought he was busy at work.
Macklin tells me I’d enjoy playing with Santiago.
Hmm. You have your own playthings, little brother. He had a husband, slave, and primal play in Macklin, a boyfriend in Ty, and a primal masochist in Lane. On the other hand…I did like group play and letting go of all my inhibitions.
I could see why Macklin had mentioned Joshua to Walker. Joshua didn’t have a submissive bone in him, but he did enjoy bottoming for Tops who went rough.
Wonderful. Suddenly, I was picturing Walker and me taking Joshua together, with Macklin and Gael watching before they joined us. Fucking hell. I adjusted my cock discreetly and peered over at Joshua and Gael. They were preparing a snack too, it looked like. In between kisses and soft laughter at whatever they were whispering about.
I responded to Walker.
You’d enjoy it more than when you and I played, because he will actually surrender.