Kinko de Mayo [Suncoast Society] (Siren Publishing Sensations)
Tymber Dalton
Suncoast Society
Kinko de Mayo
The members of the Suncoast Society love throwing a good fetish party, even if it means making up their own kinky take on a vanilla tradition. Kinko de Mayo is no exception, including Max and Sean’s unique spin on the holiday.
But despite the festivities, some members are struggling with making major life decisions and have to lean on their friends for support. Because when all the fun is over and the spankings are done, love and friendship is what truly holds the group together through thick and thin.
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length: 21,142 words
KINKO DE MAYO
Suncoast Society
Tymber Dalton
SIREN SENSATIONS
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KINKO DE MAYO
Copyright © 2015 by Tymber Dalton
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DEDICATION
This one’s for Rigger, who lets me use real-life party invitations (with the details changed to protect the…eh, guilty) as the basis for my Suncoast Society party invites. (And yes, the neighbors are very vanilla and we do not wish to upset their world…)
A few of the standard lines he says at the munches he hosts have also appeared in different books from time to time. (If you’re still looking for the computer group, we have no idea where they are…)
He’s a highly respected mentor, a close friend, a fixture in our local community, and I consider him adopted kinky family. Thank you, Sir, for your years of friendship. Love ya!
AUTHOR’S NOTE
While all the books in the Suncoast Society series are standalone works which may be read independently of each other, the recommended reading order to avoid spoilers is as follows:
1. Safe Harbor
2. Cardinal’s Rule
3. Domme by Default
4. The Reluctant Dom
5. The Denim Dom
6. Pinch Me
7. Broken Toy
8. A Clean Sweep
9. A Roll of the Dice
10. His Canvas
11. A Lovely Shade of Ouch
12. Crafty Bastards
13. A Merry Little Kinkmas
14. Sapiosexual
15. A Very Kinky Valentine’s Day
16. Things Made Right
17. Click
18. Spank or Treat
19. A Turn of the Screwed
20. Chains
21. Kinko de Mayo
Many of the characters in this book appear in previous books in the Suncoast Society series. The chronological order of this book overlaps a little with A Turn of the Screwed and actually takes place before the ending of that book.
I wish I could say the part about the cat versus the Sybian was totally made up…but it’s not. Sometimes, life is truly stranger than fiction.
Cali, Max, and Sean’s story is first told in Crafty Bastards. All titles available from Siren-BookStrand.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Author's Note
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
About the Author
KINKO DE MAYO
Suncoast Society
TYMBER DALTON
Copyright © 2015
Chapter One
An e-mail sent out by Ross to specially selected members of the Suncoast Society munch group:
April 20…
Dear Friends,
Cali, Max, and Sean would like to invite you and your significant and nonsignificant others to a festive Kinko de Mayo party at their home.
Dress up (or down!) as we all try to figure out what the hell this holiday is supposed to be about, anyway. (Submissive piñatas, anyone? With Max the Mad Scientist, you’ll never know what he’ll come up with. And where to put the candy…) Besides, do we really need a reason to throw a party other than we want to have one?
The event takes place Saturday, May 5th. RSVP to Ross BEFORE Monday, April 30th. Directions will be sent to those who RSVP on Tuesday, May 1st.
Arrive after 6:00 p.m.
Dinner will be at 7:00 p.m.
Stay and play until ???
There is a heated pool and a hot tub. If you’d like to use them, bring a towel and a bathing suit. The towel is mandatory, but the suit is optional.
Please bring a side dish to share, and beverages of your choice. There will be a main barbecue dish provided (beef and
chicken).
HOUSE RULES:
1) Please arrive in nonfetish attire. The neighbors are very vanilla and we do not want to upset their peaceful world.
2) Dress for a sexy Halloween barbecue, and if you want to change (or strip) after dark for sexy play, that’s okay, too.
3) Don’t bring uninvited guests (we usually say yes if you want to add someone, but please ask first), and please don’t talk about the party to anyone not on the guest list.
4) NO drugs. No smoking inside (outside on lanai ONLY in designated area).
5) Alcohol is allowed, but you must bring your own and play responsibly.
6) Please leave the parking spaces near the house free for people bringing play furniture. If you wish to bring play furniture, please coordinate with Ross, Seth, or Tony…
Chapter Two
Max looked pleased with himself. “Well?” he asked. “What do you think?”
Sean also stared at Cali with inquisitive eyes, even though he wasn’t able to talk, much less move, the way he was trussed.
Cali stared, still trying to formulate a response that wouldn’t hurt her guys’ feelings. She knew they’d put a lot of hard work into this project and wished they hadn’t kept it a secret from her for so long.
She would have lowered the boom on it before they even got started if they had told her.
It also explained why they’d come home from the craft store that morning with an obscene number of packages of colored tissue paper.
And why they’d locked her out of the playroom.
“Did you get the pictures already?” she asked, stalling for time. They’d set up a photo backdrop behind the portable bondage frame that they’d borrowed from Kel, and which was now taking up most of their playroom. They’d also moved the photo lights in here, but they were currently off.
“Yeah,” Max said. “Want to see?”
Sean mumbled something that sounded like, “Well?”
Baxter, her cat, came strolling in. When he spotted Sean hanging, hog-tied, from the center of the frame and covered in fringed lines of tissue paper, a literal human piñata, he rose up on his back legs and started swatting at some of the tissue paper trailing like a tail from the butt plug up Sean’s ass.
Sean yelled, trying to twist away, since his nuts and cock were exposed and way too close to Baxter’s paw. In the process, the tissue-paper-covered stick propped against Sean’s shoulder fell over and hit the floor, spooking the cat for a moment before he stepped in again to sniff at it.
She bent over and scooped the cat into her arms, saving Sean’s family jewels.
Only she and Max were allowed to torture Sean like that.
“Thank you,” Sean mumbled through the ball gag in his mouth.
Even that was covered in fringed tissue paper.
“How long did it take you two to cut up all that tissue paper?”
“A couple of hours.” Max said.
“What’d you do, glue it to him?”
“Yeah. It’s just white school glue. It’ll wash off.”
“Not in my shower, it won’t. You’ll clog up the dang drain.”
“No, I’m going to take him outside and hose him off. Then he can jump in the pool or the hot tub. You still haven’t told us what you think.”
She was stalling. Their idea was to post a shot of Sean the human piñata on their Two Crafty Bastards Toys website to help celebrate Kinko de Mayo, a totally made-up and nonsensical excuse for a theme to run a special and sell more toys.
For St. Patrick’s Day, Sean had been a victim to Baxter’s Domly leprechaun, bound in green rope while her cat stood over him, dressed in full costume. The story being, of course, that Sean had tried to steal Baxter’s gold, represented by the small Halloween cauldron filled with chocolate coins.
She didn’t even want to think about the Easter picture, which they’d overruled her on and posted anyway after she’d left the house.
“I really wish you guys would let me, you know, the actual web designer and website admin, clear these ideas first.”
“What’s wrong with it?” Max asked. “You can do like you did before and place text over the image to cover his exposed bits.”
She felt a headache threatening. “I know I can,” she said. “That’s not the point. I have a brand for our shop.”
“Everybody loves Baxter. We’ll take a picture of him in a tiny sombrero and Photoshop it into the scene.”
“That sounds like you’re crossing a line from funny into borderline culturally offensive.”
“What about Easter?” Sean mumbled. “That was funny.”
“I thought you guys promised me you’d never mention that again. Ever.”
She’d found out about that picture from Tilly’s phone call, where her friend laughed hysterically until she managed to choke out the words that she loved the Easter pic.
Cali had been in the middle of Walmart, shopping, when she’d received the call. She’d immediately ended the call and pulled up their website on her phone.
And let out a horrified shriek right there in the middle of the store.
“You really don’t like this?” Max asked.
“We’ll post it,” she said, giving herself the coward’s out as she turned to leave with Baxter in her arms. “Just…in the future, new rule. You ask me first, before you set up these shots. And I get final say over what goes on the website.”
Baxter twisted in her arms, struggling to get down. She released him and he made a beeline back toward the playroom.
Seconds later, she heard a muffled scream, and Max yelling, “Baxter, no!”
She closed herself into the office and tried not to laugh loudly enough for them to hear her.
Let Baxter torture them both.
Serves them right.
* * * *
Forty-five minutes later, she was watching from inside the living room, staring through the sliders, as out in the backyard Max was hosing down a protesting Sean.
“Stand still, dammit.”
“That water’s fucking cold!”
“I’m almost done. Hold on.”
Holy crap, sometimes it was like having a couple of kids. She didn’t envy Essie getting pregnant. Cali wanted several more years with her guys first before going down that road. Clarisse was another reason. Look at what had happened to her, now pregnant with twin girls.
That would be my luck.
She was thirty-three. There were still several years ahead of her before she had to make that decision. Not to mention, having a baby in their line of work would add an extra logistical kink to things, and not the good kind of kink. Meaning they’d have to rent a workshop somewhere. They couldn’t be making BDSM implements and bondage furniture in the same house they were raising an inquisitive toddler.
Nope.
Yes, they’d talked about having a baby…someday. Accompanied by some scorching hot sexual fantasies of how to accomplish the deed. But the more successful their business became, the less sure she was. She’d worked her ass off to help the men grow their business.
Well, yeah, okay, the success with using Baxter as an accidental bondage model had helped there, too, but still, it wasn’t easy work.
Does that make me selfish?
Yes, her men hoped that one day they’d have a baby. They’d already told her that. But they’d also told her it was her decision to make, since it was her body.
She pulled the slider open. “I’m walking down to Essie’s,” she called out.
Max waved at her without taking his eyes off where he was hosing Sean down.
“Please make sure you pick up all that paper,” she called out.
“We will.”
“Thank you.” She pulled the slider closed and headed out the front door. Essie, Mark, Josh, and Ted lived a few houses down from them. She knocked, shave and a haircut, and heard Essie call out.
“Come on in, Cali.”
She opened the door. Her friend was seated on the couch, feet up, han
d resting on her growing baby belly as she watched TV.
“You alone?” She’d suspected as much from all the work vehicles not parked in their driveway.
“They’ll be home in an hour or so. They’re supervising a small hoarding job this morning.”
“Ah.”
She muted the TV. “What’s up, girlfriend?”
“You ain’t gonna believe this.” Cali sank down onto the end of the couch and told her about Max and Sean’s latest exploits.
By the time she finished, Essie was laughing as she hauled herself up and off the couch to the powder room. “Hold on,” she said through her laughter. “Now I’ve got to pee. That’s almost as good as Easter!”
“I told you not to talk about that!” Cali groused.
When Essie returned, still giggling, she said, “Well, you have to admit, it’s never boring around your house.”
“No, boring isn’t a word I’d used to describe either of them.”
Essie’s smile faded. “What’s bothering you? Seriously.”
“I’m not sure I want to have a baby. Not right now, at least.”
Essie frowned. “Are you pregnant?”
“No.”
“Then I’m confused. What’s the problem?”
“We’d talked about maybe having one. Now, with the business and everything, I’m not sure.”
“Then don’t get pregnant.”
“It’s not that easy.”
“Yeah, it is.”
“Says the woman who was on birth control at the time she got knocked up.”
“Well, that’s true. There is that.” She stroked her belly. “Be glad it’s not contagious.”
