Suit and Tied

  

  Suncoast Society

  Suit and Tied

  Cali and Marcia have a plan to drum up publicity for both Venture and the Two Crafty Bastards Toys website. So they set up a photo-shoot at the BDSM club, featuring several of their volunteers and friends in a variety of poses.

  The theme? Suits.

  Trying to coax a group of headstrong Doms out of their Friday-casual jeans and khakis and into sinfully sexy suits is tougher than corralling Baxter, Cali’s nip-addicted kinky cat. But when their respective partners get a look at the group of hunky, drool-worthy Doms all dressed up to the nines, you can make a safe bet it’s not just tongues that will be tied!

  Genres: BDSM, Contemporary

  Length: 20,071

  SUIT AND TIED

  Suncoast Society

  Tymber Dalton

  

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK

  Suit and Tied

  Copyright © 2018 by Tymber Dalton

  ISBN: 978-1-64243-481-1

  First Publication: October 2018

  Cover design by Harris Channing

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Tymber Dalton is the wild-child alter-ego of author Lesli Richardson. She lives in the Tampa Bay region of Florida with her husband (aka “The World’s Best Husband™”) and too many pets. Active in the BDSM lifestyle, the two-time EPIC award winner and part-time Viking shield-maiden loves to shoot skeet and play D&D with her friends. She’s also the bestselling author of over one hundred and fifty books and counting, including The Reluctant Dom, The Denim Dom, Cardinal’s Rule, the Suncoast Society series, the Love Slave for Two series, the Triple Trouble series, the Coffeeshop Coven series, the Good Will Ghost Hunting series, the Drunk Monkeys series, and many more.

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  Author’s Note

  This is book 83 in the Suncoast Society series. You do not have to read all the books before this one to understand the plot or characters—most of the books in the series are standalone.

  The characters in this book appear in or are featured in previous books in the Suncoast Society series. While most of 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 and to not miss any backstory can be found on the Suncoast Society series page, along with character information and other trivia, on my website at:

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  SUIT AND TIED

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  SUIT AND TIED

  Suncoast Society

  TYMBER DALTON

  Copyright © 2018

  Chapter One

  “Are you sure about this?” Rusty asked.

  Cali nodded from behind her camera and silently thanked whatever Higher Powers might exist that she got to be a part of this deliciousness today. “Oh, definitely.”

  “Absolutely,” Eliza agreed.

  “Mmm-hmm,” Abbey chimed in.

  “Wow.” Marcia shook her head. “That is a damn fine good-looking group of dudes. Who’d a thunk they clean up so well?”

  “Hey!” Derrick playfully protested. “I resent that.”

  Marcia stuck her tongue out at him. “Well, if you’d dress up more often for me, Mister Masterly type, maybe this wouldn’t come as such a shocker to me.”

  Derrick flipped her a bird.

  June kept bouncing on the balls of her feet in excitement. “Holy shit, this is epic!”

  Skye let out a happy sigh. “It’s like a fantasy come to life.”

  “Right?” Leah agreed.

  “You ain’t kidding,” Essie said from where she sat and watched, her hands resting on her baby belly. “If I wasn’t pregnant already, this would be enough to get me there.”

  “They’re not bad,” Loren said, wearing a playful smirk.

  Shayla snapped a pic with her phone. “This is one for the record books. No offense, Sir, but next time you have to go out of town, I’m rubbing one out to this.”

  Tony chuckled. “At least I’m in it, pet.”

  Skye giggled. “This is so much fun!”

  That Saturday morning at Venture, Cali had done what everyone had damn near thought was impossible, and that was assemble an impressive-looking group of Doms, switches, and hot-as-hell subby men for a photo shoot for the Two Crafty Bastards Toys website. Not just for that website, but also for use on Venture’s website, because Cali and Marcia were in the process of completely redesigning it.

  The impossible part of that equation was that schedules had finally all come together to allow as many of them to attend as were able today…

  And that all of the men were decked out in suits. Some of the men—Rusty, Tony, Max, Sean, Mark, Josh, Ted, Axel, and Gilo—were either wearing full hoods or masks of some sort to conceal their identity. Landry, Cris, Derrick, Scrye, Seth, and Ross weren’t masked. Right now, Cali was taking the first of the group shots. They were doing this at the club because it was easier for Cali to set up the backdrop and lights there.

  Didn’t hurt that tonight the play party theme was Suit and Tied.

  Pun intended.

  Eliza and Abbey were also dressed to the nines, both in full formal fetish attire, and absolutely looking like the Dommes they were. They’d both soon be part of the photo shoot with their respective men, and both women would be masked. Although both women were currently barefoot, because their sky-high heels were a bitch to stand around in.

  Skye and June would also be taking part as submissive women, and both were wearing nude-colored body stockings under the bathrobes they’d be shedding for
the photos. It’d allow whatever ties or bondage harnesses were put on them to show up without needing to blur any bits. Skye would wear a hood that concealed her whole face, and June would be mask-free.

  Almost everyone else not currently involved in the shoot and who wasn’t dressed up was wrapped in a fleece throw, because Cali had cranked the club’s AC down to sixty the night before so no one would be sweating their asses off today. With the Florida heat outside, it meant it was actually sixty-five inside, and the temperature would slowly climb as the day heated up. But under the photography lights she’d borrowed from Kel for today, and with the men all dressed in full suits—or corsets and latex, for the Dommes—it was warmer. Plus, Gilo, Rusty, and Sean would be donning some leather and latex of their own after the suit portion of the photo shoot was completed.

  Cali wore a cardigan sweater over her jeans and T-shirt, but she could tell she’d be shedding that soon enough. She was also running a video camera to catch some behind-the-scenes footage, video she could carefully edit and upload to the website later.

  Also, so she could send some of the unedited footage to Tilly, who was currently out of town with Bob and working on a movie set. Unfortunately, due to their schedule, they couldn’t make it back to Sarasota to be there today and participate, which sadly disappointed both of them.

  Marcia clapped her hands together. “Suit porn! We should totally film suit porn!”

  “Isn’t that what we’re doing?” Landry drawled.

  “Maow.”

  “Hush, you,” Cali said. “You’ll get your turn.”

  Baxter stuck a paw through the door of the large, dog-sized pet carrier she had him corralled in. While she could easily Photoshop him into some of the shots, there were a few she wanted to get with him actually interacting with the men, and that was best done with him on-site. Once she completed his shots, Essie was going to take him back to Cali’s for them, made even easier since Essie and her men now lived right next door to Cali and hers, instead of down the street.

  Meanwhile, Baxter was currently rolling around in a catnip-induced bliss inside the oversized carrier, which was even equipped with a small litter pan for him.

  “Technically, today’s a tax-deductible expense,” Derrick said from where he stood in a pose Cali had put him in.

  “Amen, brother,” Scrye—also an accountant—agreed.

  The two men fist-bumped.

  “Shut up and pose pretty, Mister Master,” Marcia teased. “Don’t ruin the shot.”

  Cali hadn’t needed to look any farther than their volunteers to assemble this group of people today. Most of them were also core staff, and many had been founding members of the Suncoast Society munch group the club had been spawned from.

  “By the way,” Derrick added. “Since we’re all on staff, the doors are locked, and we’re going to be here for a while today, and we’re all friends, feel free to play by private party rules. Let’s just make sure we’re all cleaned up and tucked in before five. Don’t need any of the other volunteers walking in on us.”

  “Ooooh, my sweet Cristo,” Landry drawled. “You are in for a time today, as Tilly would say.” The Dom’s smile turned positively evil.

  “Oh, boy. Lucky me,” Cris snarked. “No fair, I don’t get a boy to beat today.”

  “You can beat our boy next time he’s home with our sweet little Valkyrie,” Landry assured him. “Bob does so love being at the bottom of the dog-pile, as it were.”

  Which was something else Cali would be shooting today—puppy play. Sean, Rusty, Gilo, and Cris all had pup gear with them.

  When Cali had first proposed this to Marcia, Leah, Loren, and Shayla at one of their girls’ brunches, she’d never expected it would balloon into this.

  Or that their friends would refuse to take any kind of compensation for it, although she did finally get them to accept $100 credits for their online store, so they could buy implements or other goodies. At least Cali had finally managed to get them to agree to let her do free personal photos for everyone and have portraits printed for them.

  The men’s respective women were all cool with that, and those pictures would be taken before any clothing changes took place.

  And they were providing everyone free pizza for lunch.

  Plus, she, Max, and Sean were donating one of their bondage benches to the club, worth a couple hundred dollars.

  Dozens and dozens of pictures later, with the men all standing, some sitting and standing, a couple with the switchy and subby guys kneeling, and individual shots with various poses, Cali announced a quick break.

  “Guys, you have no idea how much I appreciate you all agreeing to do this for us today. This is amazing, and y’all look haaaawt.”

  “As the designated token gay Dom for today,” Landry teased, “might I add the lady is absolutely correct in her assessment.”

  “Hey,” Cris playfully protested.

  “You, my boy, are bi, not gay.”

  “You’re not exactly a die-hard gay yourself, Lan.”

  “I’ve never claimed to be. I’m homoflexible, but only for our Redbird.” His hand shot out and he grabbed Cris by the hair, pulling him in with Cris’ back to him, and forcing the taller man to tip his head back to look up at Landry.

  Cali shot a burst of pictures of them, knowing Tilly and Bob would adore them.

  “Perhaps a certain slave should remember his place,” the Dom growled. “I distinctly heard Derrick state the rules don’t preclude sex today. I will put you on your knees and throat-fuck you to tears right here in front of all of our friends, and don’t think I won’t.”

  Cali knew from experience it wouldn’t be the first time, either, although, usually, those occurrences happened at private parties and not at the club, and only because the club’s rules usually didn’t allow it.

  Cris didn’t exactly look like he’d mind that, either, but he swallowed hard. “Yes, Master. Sorry, Sir.”

  Landry placed a tender kiss on his forehead. “Très bon.” He released Cris. “My apologies, Cali. Now, where were we?”

  “We were almost needing a panty change for the photographer,” Cali snarked, earning herself a round of laughter as she noted how Sean and Max’s gazes were both currently focused on her and looking more than a little hungry themselves.

  And she wasn’t the only woman in the room squirming, either.

  Hell, Rusty and Gilo were both eyeing their particular women with more than a little lust, as well.

  “Sorry, my dear. As Tilly is fond of saying, we frequently don’t do subtle well, unfortunately.”

  “You got that right,” Cris muttered, but considering he was playfully smiling as he glanced over at Lan—another perfect shot Cali captured—she suspected he wasn’t exactly upset with Landry.

  * * * *

  Sure, leave it to Landry to wrench the sexual tension right up to eleventy.

  Gilo reached down and adjusted himself and hoped Cali didn’t catch that in a photo.

  He was undeniably straight, but he was also human. The raw passion passing between the two men was undeniable and sexy as fuck. He’d seen the two of them play plenty of times over the years, enough to know what both men were capable of, Cris doubly so, since he was a switch.

  Actually, come to think of it, there wasn’t a single pairing of partners here today he hadn’t sprouted at least a chub over once or twice while watching them play. Not even watching something full-on sexy between them at a private party, just their play scenes.

  He’d opted for a half-face hood today, knowing it’d be cooler than the full-face leather hood he usually wore in “gimp mode,” as they called it.

  Abbey had a gorgeous mask she’d found that she would wear, in addition to a wig that turned her into a redhead with long, gorgeous curls nearly down to her waist.

  Rawr.

  No way anyone would identify her. He didn’t mind doing this for their friends as long as he couldn’t be identified, which meant making sure Abbey wasn’t recognizable.
It might not hurt him at work even if he was identified, but he preferred not taking any chances with his career.

  And a chance to fuck here at Venture?

  Yes, please!

  He’d be flipping Abbey out of Ma’am mode sooner rather than later, he could tell that already. Not that it looked like he’d have a difficult time doing that today. Plenty of times he’d fantasized about bending her over a bench here at the club and reddening her ass before plowing her. Sure, he’d bent her over a bench and reddened her ass too many times to count, but he’d never had an opportunity to actually have sex with her there at Venture.

  I love my friends.

  Once the photo session resumed, Cali paired the men up in twos and threes while holding various implements, or even rope, depending on their skill sets. One of Landry, Ross, and Tony with whips—yeah, okay, that was sexy, especially when she added Abbey to the mix and had her standing in front of the men with a sassy smile on her face while she held one of the whips.

  Holy shit.

  Gilo reached down and adjusted himself again where he was standing next to Cali to watch.

  Abbey saw, and Gilo heard another burst shot as Cali snapped Abbey’s playful grin.

  “Whatever you just did to get her to smile like that,” Cali said, her focus on the camera, “do it again. That was awesome.”

  “Oh, well, then.” He grabbed his crotch and made a silly face at Abbey, which cracked up her and the other three men.

  “Oh, that’s great!” Cali glanced his way, realized what he was doing, and started laughing, too. “Everyone’s a comedian.”

  “Just us switches,” he teased. “We know how to give and take it.”

  “Well, I guess I can’t argue with you there.” She took another round of pictures. “Lord knows the three of us keep each other in stitches.”