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A Very Kinky Valentine's Day (MF, MFM, MMF)

Suncoast Society

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: SEXTREME
Word Count: 25,878
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[Siren Sensations: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, M/F/M, M/M/F, with M/M, shibari, sex toys, HEA]

Gilo and Abbey are hosting a Valentine’s Day party for their fellow Suncoast Society kinksters, complete with a rope rigging contest. And when you put some competitive riggers together, you know it’s going to get wild. Let the games begin! Have a voyeuristic visit with your favorite characters as they battle for bragging rights for the top rigging title. There might even be a surprise or two in store.

But the night’s not without a little drama. And, for at least one set of characters, life will never be the same…

Note: This book contains a heroine who is a Domme.

A Siren Erotic Romance

 

Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.

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The Suncoast Books are one of my all time favorite series, I have read most of them more than once. I love the fact that Tymber is writing these holiday books which get most of the characters togethe...

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Wow just wow we go from a light fun Valentine Party, to having to come clean with some what turns out to be good news, to sudden foreshadowing of something that might turn out to be very deep and dark...

- Karen M in FL

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STORY EXCERPT

 

Clarisse knew she couldn’t wait all night to do what she had to do. Plus she knew she’d need at least enough pee in her to do both tests. Right now, she had to go pretty darn bad.

Add into that the worry Sully might opt to rig her instead of Mac for the contest, and there would go her chance.

She grabbed her bag and snagged Abbey during a lull in the congratulations, pulling her into the master bedroom and closing the door behind them. “I need your help,” Clarisse admitted, forcing herself not to burst into tears.

Abbey frowned. “Sweetie, what’s wrong?”

Well, theoretically, she wanted as many of her friends around her as she could get. Practically, that would be impossible. For starters, the men of the party would notice if nearly all the women there suddenly disappeared into the master bedroom.

Then there was the fact that a couple of them were already in the process of being rigged. Leah was actually rigging, so she wouldn’t be able to join them, either.

“Please, I can’t explain, and Mac and Sully can’t know yet. Can you grab Tilly and maybe Loren and Essie? Bring them in here? Only if they can get away without any of the guys noticing.”

“Sure, but—”

“Please.”

Abbey rested her hands on Clarisse’s shoulders. “Talk to me. You’re scaring me.”

Clarisse couldn’t say it. She opted to dig into her purse and hand one of the sealed test kits and the instruction sheet to her.

Abbey had to turn the instructions around to read them…

Then realization dawned.

“I’m scared. And I really need at least a couple of you guys with me when I do this.”

“But what about Mac and Sully?”

“I’ll explain after. Please?”

She nodded and handed them back to her. “I’ll be right back.” She hugged her, kissing her on the forehead before hurrying out, shutting the door behind her.

As she sank to the bed, the full realization of what she was about to do hit her.

Worse, the circumstances around it.

She’d deliberately concealed something pretty damn big from her men, something they’d already told her was her decision to make. She’d had no reason to hide it, and now she was probably going to make it worse.

If she’d come this far, at least she’d want to know the full extent of how badly she’d fucked up before admitting it to her guys.

Abbey returned a couple of minutes later with Tilly and Loren. Abbey locked the bedroom door behind her while Loren muttered and tried to shut off the glowing hearts hanging from her nipple rings. It took her a couple of attempts and getting them through the various flashing sequences before she found the off setting.

“I hate these damn things. I feel like a derpy dog. I can see I’m going to have to readjust my hard limits with Ross.”

Tilly wore an expression of all business. “Honey, what’s going on?” she asked Clarisse. “Abbey said you needed us.”

She’d dug the other test kit out of her bag. She held up the two sealed pouches and the instructions.

Tilly frowned, immediately catching on. “Why are you acting like this is a bad thing?”

“Because I fucked up. Big time.”

Tilly’s gaze narrowed even more. “If you are about to tell us you cheated on those guys, I’m going to drive you to the hospital myself and have you admitted for a thorough exam and an MRI. Because I wouldn’t believe you’d say something like that unless you had a serious head injury or an alien parasite or something.”

Clarisse shook her head.

“Well, let’s do this,” Tilly said, obviously taking charge, much to Clarisse’s relief. “Either you are, or you aren’t. But I suspect if you’ve got two test kits you already have a strong suspicion as to this question’s answer.”

Clarisse nodded.

Tilly took the test pouches and instructions from Clarisse before she gently grabbed her arm and herded her up off the bed and into the master bathroom. Loren and Abbey started to hang back at the doorway, but Clarisse motioned to them.

“No, please come in. Not like I’m bashful in front of you. This is why I wanted you here.”

Loren snorted as she grabbed Abbey’s robe off the back of the bathroom door and pulled it on. “You ain’t kiddin’, sweetie.”

Tilly, now in full-on nurse mode—not even the kinky kind—completely read through the instructions before ripping open the kits and handing her the first one. “I’ll get the second one ready and we’ll switch off.”

“I have gloves, if you want them,” Abbey said.

Tilly snorted. “Please. I’ve had my fingers up Cris’ ass before.” She must have noticed their reactions, because she said, “Hey, I’ve washed up since. Hello, nurse. Nursing students go through hell like you wouldn’t believe. Not to mention when they actually are working. Accidentally getting a little of my friend’s pee on my fingers isn’t going to kill me. Besides, Eddie nearly sprayed me in the face that first time I tried to change his diaper.”

Clarisse had to keep from laughing so she didn’t mess up and have to wait until next time she had to pee. “I warned you boys are tricky.” She stuck the test strip into the stream as she went.

“I never did pediatrics, except briefly in school. I mostly trained on and worked with adults.”

“Except Landry,” Loren said. “He’s a big baby.”

“The biggest,” Tilly agreed, swapping out the testers when Clarisse handed the first over. “King Fussypants.” She capped the tester and set it on the counter, the second cap at the ready. “Thank god he’s only like that when he’s not feeling well. My own damn fault. He warned me he wasn’t a good patient when we met. But, I wouldn’t trade him or Cris for the world.”

After Clarisse handed Tilly the second tester and it was capped and safely on the counter, Tilly moved to the sink to wash her hands. “Time, anyone?”

“Eh, I don’t think that’ll be necessary,” Abbey said, pointing.

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

As the evening wore on and everyone worked their way through dinner, most of the women who’d remained in their street clothes for the dining portion of their night either changed, or got naked.

John had decided to wait Abbey out, sensing her energy fluctuating and knowing he could easily flip and keep her in submissive mode for the evening.

But he wasn’t sure if that’s what she wanted.

Ergo, he waited.

They’d discussed entering the rigging contest and then decided not to. They wanted to play, and it was their house, so they didn’t feel right being totally unavailable to all their guests that evening. They could always hold off on playing until later, after they were alone, if necessary.

John bided his time. Abbey was so busy talking with friends and watching people rigging and playing that he almost didn’t have the heart to interrupt her. He’d opted for a pair of baggy, comfortable shorts and a T-shirt tonight. Nothing fancy, but at least he was able to keep the ring on him, in his pocket.

He was in the kitchen and washing some silverware when Abbey snuck in behind him and grabbed his earlobe, pulling his head down.

It took sheer force of will to fight the willing slide toward subspace. That had become a reliable trigger for her to use on him, grabbing his earlobe. Something about the gesture just nailed him deep in his soul.

“Who’s my good boy?” she whispered.

“I am, Ma’am.” Dammit. Abbey had him, and he knew it. He only hoped Tilly was paying attention, or he’d be able to slip her the ring to hold for him, or something.

She snapped her fingers and pointed at the floor.

His knees folded, dropping him in front of Abbey, his forehead resting on the top of her feet.

I should have flipped her while I had the chance.

“Such a gooood boy.” He felt her buckling the play collar she’d bought him around his neck.

Fuck.

Plan B, it was.

She tugged on the leash. “Come.” As he got up off the floor to follow her out of the kitchen, he reached into his pocket, snagged the ring, and stuck it in his mouth.

He wasn’t sure what she had in mind, but when she led him out to the living room, he had a pretty damn good idea. She’d set up a couple of things on one of the portable spanking benches set up in there.

“Get naked,” she said, her green eyes sparkling.

He stripped the T-shirt off and dropped the shorts, leaving him naked. He’d gone commando. Hell, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was hosting, he would have been naked all night.

“Gooood boy,” she cooed again, looking up at him. She snapped her fingers and pointed at the bench.

He climbed on, realizing he hadn’t looked around to find Tilly while walking to the bench.

Dammit.

Abbey quickly buckled his leather wrist and ankle cuffs to him, using snap clips to attach them to the bench. She tied the leash off, too, preventing him from lifting his head too far and looking around easily.

She walked around to the front of the bench and lifted the hem of her dress and he sank even more deeply into subspace. No panties, just her bare pussy there, ready to lick.

And as she grabbed the back of his head, fisting his hair, he realized that’s exactly what she wanted.

I hope I don’t swallow the damn ring.

Fortunately, at that angle, he couldn’t really reach her anyway, and she realized it.

“Darn it,” she said. “Well, guess I just have to do something else, then.”

He felt a delicious thread of nervous anticipation flow through him, only the feel of the ring against his tongue keeping him remotely in his head at that point. He heard her don a latex glove before feeling cool gel against his ass.

His eyes dropped closed, a soft moan rolling through him. Ooooh, yes. This was something they couldn’t do at the club. Well, technically they probably could, since it was a toy, not a penis, but they didn’t. He’d used a vibrator on her several times during play, or she’d had him put in a butt plug in the bathroom while getting dressed.

She quickly got a fairly modest butt plug seated inside his ass, his rock-hard cock now dripping pre-cum.

Stripping off the glove, she walked around in front of him and knelt in front of him. “I’m thinking someone wants to get off fairly fast,” she said, untying the leash from the bench. Then she unsnapped his wrist and ankle cuffs, stood, and tugged on the leash.

He got up, his rigid cock standing straight out, and followed her over to the recliner, where she’d put a towel down. Now she sat, spread her legs, pulled the hem of her dress up, and tugged on the leash until his face was buried in her pussy.

Okay, yes, he could reach her now—wasn’t the first time he’d done this to her in this chair—but the ring was still posing a logistical problem. He kept it tucked between his cheek and gum in the left side of his mouth, but the stone kept digging into his gums.

Nonconsenual jewelry play. Who knew?

He did the best he could, but she still noticed after a few minutes, even when she had her left hand dug into the back of his head.

“What’s going on?” she asked, looking down at him. “Wait, is there something in your mouth?”

Somewhere behind Abbey, he heard Tilly clap her hand over her mouth to stifle a snort of laughter.

Great, thanks for the help.

He nodded.

She held her left hand out in front of him. “Spit it out,” she sternly said.

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