Spank or Treat (7 page)

Ross laughed as Chelbie immediately hiked the hem of her Slutty Red Riding Hood outfit over her hips and dropped to her hands and knees so Mallory could start drawing.

He walked over to Rich and Nick, who were watching with amused looks on their faces. “I’m surprised you guys didn’t enter.”

“No, watching is more fun,” Rich said. “It’s the closest thing to in-person girl-on-girl action we’ll ever see.”

Chelbie was Mallory’s best friend. Ross knew the five of them spent plenty of vanilla time together. “I can’t fault your logic there.”

Within five minutes, it was plain to see who would capture the drawing category. Landry had Cris bent over a chair in front of him for his drawing, and while it was better than just two triangles and a mouth, compared to Mallory’s artwork it looked like a preschooler drew it. Scrye’s wasn’t much better.

Mallory, however, was using not just black, but other colors as well, shading and highlighting, turning Chelbie’s ass cheeks into a grinning cat-o-lantern worthy of any animated feature.

Except for the part that it was drawn on her ass cheeks.

Landry and Scrye conceded the contest to Mallory without any votes being needed. She won a twenty-five dollar gift card to Sigalo’s, courtesy of Shayla and Tony.

When the judging was completed on the pumpkins, Kel was the clear winner there as well, with Tilly a close second.

“Looks like the next Sigalo’s dinner is on you two,” Ross teased.

Loren walked over to take a look at the results, a smirk on her face.

“What are you so happy about?” Ross asked her.

“That you respect hard limits.”

“Hey, it was
one
damn time.” But he smiled.

“One damn time too many.” She poked him in the chest. “No more markers. Ever. Evveerrr.”

“But you looked so cute with tiger stripes.”

She glared at him.

“Was it that I did them, or that I did them on your face that triggered the hard limit?”

More glaring.

He let out an exaggerated sigh. “Fine, no markers will ever be used on Loren. I agreed to it, I’ll stick to it. I swear.”

She leaned in and kissed him. “Thank you, Sir.” She turned at the sound of someone calling her name from inside.

“Not even a little fake tattoo on your ass?” he called after her.

The glare she tossed him over her shoulder would have frozen the pool had it landed there.

He grinned. “Love you, baby.”

She stuck her tongue out at him. “Love you, too, you damn sadist.”

* * * *

Ross had volunteered to haul the garbage bag with all the pumpkin guts in it out to the rolling trash bin sitting in front of the large garage door. He headed out the side lanai door with it when he thought he spotted someone walking through the Halloween display.

When he rounded the corner of the house, however, he didn’t see anyone.

Odd.

Especially since the guy had reminded him of Kaden.

But as Ross made his way to the trash bin with the bulging bag, he felt a shiver trail up his spine despite the warm Florida night.

Nah.

He didn’t believe in ghosts. If he did, he wouldn’t have had thirty-odd years of peaceful sleep.

Guy must have gone inside through the front door.

Which was the way Ross headed after depositing the bag in the bin, jumping when he saw the fake ghost hanging there in the foyer.

Letting out a laugh, he headed for the bathroom to wash his hands.

Seth really did a number on this place for Halloween. He’s even got
me
seeing things.

Derrick hunted Marcia down and found her out on the lanai, talking with Seth and Leah. He caught her hand. “Come on. Your turn to have some fun.”

“Ooh, seduce me some more,” she said as he led her inside the house, to the living room.

She thought maybe they’d be trying the Doom, but there was someone else already using it. Instead, he’d laid a towel over Seth and Leah’s very stout and secure coffee table. She knew it was, because Leah had admitted herself that she’d spent plenty of hours tied to it.

“Naked and facedown, baby,” he said. The violet wand kit was set up and ready to go, and he started pulling on his vampire gloves.

She shivered, immediately following his orders to undress. She loved the vampire gloves, leather gloves with tiny metal spikes embedded in the fingers and palms. They made for great sensation play, especially when paired with a violet wand.

Once she was in position, he started lightly dragging his hands all over her, raising gooseflesh in his wake from the sensation. A little scratchy, a little painful, a little pokey, they could be used for sensual or sadistic torment, depending on the attitude and skill of the person wearing them.

And Derrick had a lot of skill with them.

He spent several minutes playing with her body, including a few light swats to her ass with them, making her yelp. They would easily draw blood if used incorrectly, but so far, she didn’t think he’d quite gotten to that point yet.

Yet.

But the night was still young.

Then he picked up the violet wand and started using it on her. Not the body contact yet, which would electrify him or her, depending on how he set it up, but using one of the glass probes attached to it.

The mushroom-shaped glass wand glowed orange from the gasses inside as he passed it all over her body, sometimes zapping her with it, sometimes stroking her with it.

Building her up, promises of fun yet to come.

Then he swapped out the wand for the body contact probe, tucking it in his waistband inside his shirt, so it was touching his flesh.

Then he really went to town.

Now he was zapping her through all the little pokey points on the gloves, making her jump and moan and writhe on the table as he tormented her.

“Roll over,” he ordered.

She knew what was coming next. Over her arms, her thighs, her tummy, her breasts, including her nipples. She moaned, horny and aching now.

And he knew it. That’s why he wouldn’t be rushed.

Derrick paused and took off the gloves, swapping them out for a Mylar flogger, which created sparks and shocks everywhere he hit her with it.

Including her clit and pussy.

The sensual sadist even dragged it up and down her inner thighs, over her labia, time and again until Marcia wanted to scream and beg for him to fuck her.

Yet he knew she wouldn’t. She would tough it out, wait for him to get it out of his system, making her even hornier in the process.

After several more long minutes of this, he laughed. “I think I know what you want now.” He put the violet wand aside, removing the body contact probe from his waistband.

He grabbed their Hitachi, held it up, and grinned. “Now for the really fun torture.”

He sat on the floor at one end of the coffee table and had her bend her legs, her feet at the end of the coffee table and her ass scooted close. Like that, he pushed her legs wide apart and pressed the humming vibrator to her clit.

She exploded. Or, that’s what it felt like, every synapse in her nervous system firing at once. She reached overhead, grabbed the other end of the coffee table, and hung on as he forced her to come over and over again. So much she lost count.

She also knew that once he’d started, he wouldn’t stop until he was done.

Not that she was complaining, because she wasn’t.

“Look at me, baby.”

She had to force her eyes open and lift her head.

He grinned and blew her a kiss.

She smiled, blowing one back before laying her head down again and moaning her way through another cycle of orgasms.

Eventually, he knew she’d had enough. He shut off the Hitachi, allowing her to collapse and catch her breath.

But she knew she wasn’t done.

Not by a long shot.

After he packed up the violet wand kit, he grabbed her by the arm and hauled her into a sitting position at the end of the coffee table. She was already opening her mouth in preparation, which made him smile again.

“You’re such a good girl.” He unzipped and freed his cock, sliding it between her lips.

She wrapped her hands around his legs, holding his ass as he slowly started fucking her mouth. There wasn’t a lot required of her from this point except to hold on and swallow. She was fine with that, though, because her brain had been turned to pure jelly. Not thinking was good.

Very good.

He held her head in his hands, varying his strokes, taking his time. She kept her eyes open and focused on his, knowing he liked that, preferred that.

Loved watching her swallow his cum.

She didn’t even know or care how many people were watching them. All she wanted was to make him happy, make him feel as good as he’d made her feel.

That was one bad thing about the club, that unless they were locked in by themselves, they couldn’t have sex there.

Only at home, and at the private parties.

Inside her mouth his cock grew harder, hotter, closer to release. She tasted the tangy, salty pre-cum beginning to flow, knew from the tensing of his muscles how close he was.

And then…

He let out a soft groan as he went deep, her chin against his balls and her nose pressed against his belly as she swallowed to keep up with him. Finally, he loosened his grip, pulling his cock free before kneeling in front of her to kiss her.

Now they could cuddle. Derrick moved their stuff out of the way and took over one of the sofas with her wrapped in a blanket and cuddled in his lap.

This.

She loved it and didn’t have words to adequately describe it. The way she felt coming down from a scene with him, the way he took total ownership and control of her body, drew the responses from her that he wanted.

All of it.

All of him.

* * * *

Tonight, Abbey had ended up in the Top slot, so to speak. Once things had calmed down following the ass-o-lantern contest, she tugged on the leash she’d snapped to Gilo’s collar and led him into the living room. After putting down a towel for herself, she sat, legs spread, and pointed at the floor in front of her.

He grinned. “Turtle power.”

She snorted. “Okay, rule one, stop with the jokes or I’ll just not beat you for a while. Okay?”

“Are you trying to drive me back into my shell?”

She arched an eyebrow at him. “I could add forced chastity and no orgasms for a month to that.”

He made a zipping motion over his lips.

“That’s more like it.” She pulled him in close. “Get busy and use that mouth of yours for something besides trying to distract me.”

He grinned as he dove between her legs. She held the leash taut with one hand, the other buried in his hair and holding on tight the way she knew he loved. It wouldn’t take him long to get her over like this. Not long at all.

Which was why she planned on making him do it at least two or three times before she let him get up. She’d been feeling her Toppy oats all day today. Not sadistically frisky, but enough to want this.

Badly.

She writhed her way through three orgasms before finally pushing him away, sated, satisfied.

That’s when it backfired on her. He climbed up on top of her before she’d recovered. Grabbing her legs, he spread them wide, then shoved down his shorts enough he could work his cock inside her.

She moaned, holding on as he started fucking her.

“My turn, baby,” he said, his Dominant energy now washing over and through her. Even if she did have the strength to resist, she wouldn’t want to. She loved it when he got like this.

* * * *

There were few things John loved more than making Abbey’s brains dissolve from pleasure.

One of those few things was sliding his cock inside her pussy after he’d dissolved her brains.

He didn’t even care about the turtle costumes anymore, too engrossed in this, making love to her, humping her brains out there on their friends’ couch.

He leaned in, nipping at the side of her neck. “Can I get one more from you like this, baby?” he asked.

She moaned in response. He took that as a
yes
and slowed up a little, biting her neck, growling at her in the way she loved.

That did it. He felt her pussy clamping around his cock.

“Atta girl, baby.” He kissed her, fucking her hard, fast, trying to catch up to finish with her, rolling her onto her side for better traction.

* * * *

Tony stood next to Seth and Ross in the kitchen, all three of them with their heads cocked, watching things unfold in front of them.

“You know,” Tony observed, “never in my wildest dreams could I have ever imagined I would speak the phrase, ‘So I watched two horny turtles screwing each other’s brains out on Seth and Leah’s couch.’”

“You and me both, dude,” Seth said.

Ross took a sip of his soda. “These parties just get more and more interesting. Tony, you should have Shayla write a book about them.”

“No one would ever believe it,” he said. “Can you imagine trying to explain this to an editor? No.”

Gilo had gotten Abbey sideways on the couch now, and was really pile-driving her into the upholstery.

“Better you than me,” Ross said. “How do you get turtle semen off of a couch?”

“Make them screw on the floor,” Seth said.

“Make them wear condoms,” Tony said.

Seth held out his hand for a fist bump, which Tony returned.

Tony couldn’t help it. When Abbey and Gilo had finally finished and sat up, Tony—with Seth and Ross chiming in—yelled, “Humping in a half-shell. Turtle power!”

Abbey smacked Gilo on the arm.

“I didn’t tell them to do it, I swear!” Gilo protested.

Tony was laughing so hard he had to step outside onto the lanai. That’s where he was when Shayla and Leah noticed him.

“What’s so funny?” Leah asked.

Tony started to tell her, burst into fresh rounds of laughter, and simply pointed at her husband to explain.