Suit and Tied, Page 3

Sean broke out his TV announcer voice. “Ooooh, will the next contestant on Switchy Negotiations, come on down! The kinky game where you should always be careful for what you wish for, because you just might get it!”

  “Ain’t that the truth?” Abbey said.

  * * * *

  Abbey looked at the boop picture again. She wished she had a version of that one with him not wearing the hood—

  “Hey, Gilo? Hold up.”

  He turned where he’d been walking over toward their bags. “What?”

  She smiled at Cali. “A couple more, please?”

  “Sure!”

  Abbey crooked a finger at Gilo and he returned. She held up the end of the leash. “Please?”

  “Without the hood?” he asked.

  She nodded.

  He smiled. “Hood hair and all?”

  “Hood hair and all.”

  They returned to their previous positions, Gilo unable to stop smiling while he watched her lower herself to the floor.

  Yeah, this was a lot better. She could look up into his greenish hazel eyes and see the lines around the outer edges, the way they narrowed, just a little, when the good kind of evil was obviously swirling around and through his mind.

  The good kind of evil was always swirling around and through his mind when they were playing.

  She handed him the end of the leash and sat up the way she’d been sitting up before.

  He reached out and booped her again, then blew her a kiss, which also got them a lot of laughs.

  “That’s awesome,” Cali said.

  Gilo arched an eyebrow at Abbey and then knelt in front of her on one knee. He leaned in, nose-to-nose with her, where both of them made “serious Dom” faces at each other before laughing. He put the handle of the leash in his mouth and leaned in, nose-to-nose with her again.

  “Oooh, can we get a variation of those with the hood?” Cali asked.

  “That was hot,” Essie said.

  Gilo playfully rolled his eyes, but nodded.

  First, he spit out the leash, like a good pup. Before Abbey could react, he licked her, chin to nose, stopping just below her mask, and cracking everyone up, including her.

  Cali, also laughing, kept shooting pictures.

  Abbey leaned back. “That was pretty brave for a guy about to bare his ass in a leather jock.” She reached up and wiped the spit off.

  He waggled his eyebrows at her. “I thought so.”

  June brought his hood over and handed it to him. “There ya go, Fido.”

  “Thanks.” He smoothed his hair back and pulled the hood on over his head, quickly lacing it up the back. “How’s that?” he asked Abbey as he wiggled it around to seat it more comfortably.

  She smiled and held up the leash, teasing him with it a little as he tried to bite down on it to take it back from her, which led to more laughter from their friends as they watched.

  Finally, she let him take it after he playfully growled at her.

  “Easy there, Fido,” she joked, but that was mostly to keep from rolling over onto her back and letting him fuck her right there.

  I really should have worn panties today.

  “Jesusfuck, that’s hot,” Max muttered from where he was standing next to Cali.

  No shit. “Yeah, it is,” Abbey said, keeping her voice low enough only Gilo could hear her.

  He smiled, even around the leash in his mouth, and her clit throbbed.

  Lord, the things this man could do to her just with his mind before he even laid a hand on her. The delightfully evil, playful, sexy things they did to each other. Sure, he had a “default” mode where he liked to defer to her. Their average, everyday mode was him more submissive to her, but still sort of equal. Not like what Landry and Cris had.

  But Gilo also had no trouble taking charge of her when he thought she needed that from him, or when she flat-out asked for it. He had a wicked scary way of reading her, knowing exactly when to flip her into bottom mode and when to back off and just let her be Ma’am.

  This man was literally perfect for her in every way—they were perfect for each other. Sure, it’d sucked going through the breakup with her ex, which was the whole reason she and Gilo ended up together in the first place, but…dayamn.

  Worth it.

  Worth every bit of heartbreak and agony to be here, now, with this guy.

  Here was her hot husband, dressed in a suit and hood, on his knees in front of her with the end of her leash in his mouth.

  And fuck if she wasn’t ready to jump his bones right now.

  This has got to be true love.

  “Ooooh, idea!” Cali said, and before Abbey knew it, she was lying on her back, face-up, with Gilo leaning over her and looking upside-down to her as he stared into her eyes.

  Gulp!

  With the leash in his mouth and without, both hooded and then again, not hooded.

  But then one more, hood back on, leaning in and kissing Abbey, a shot repeated without the hood.

  There were more than a few happy sighs from the women as they watched the tender moment.

  Abbey fought the urge to rub her thighs together.

  As Gilo stared down into her eyes, he smiled that smile.

  The smile that told her she wasn’t really going to be spending much time in a Ma’am headspace today.

  As in, at all.

  Sir was already in the house and wanted to play with His girl, even if He was going to be dressed out in gimp and pup modes.

  Ma’am, fortunately, was damn fine with that plan.

  I’m a lucky, lucky woman.

  Chapter Four

  Still in his jacket, Derrick settled in on one of the couches, which they’d dragged around the area just for the photo shoot portion of the day. They’d get moved back before the club opened. Not right on top of the action, but conveniently located.

  Glad we moved the couches before we started. This makes it easy.

  He caught Marcia’s gaze and crooked a finger at her. He knew she knew what he wanted when color rose in her cheeks as she walked over and he pointed at the floor between where his thighs now sat splayed wide apart.

  That just made him harder.

  Especially the way her throat worked as she watched him before slowly sinking to her knees where he’d pointed.

  He knew that look, too. The one where she was waiting to see if he was just fucking with her—which, admittedly, he took great pleasure in doing—or if he was really going to go through with this.

  Oh, he was definitely going through with this.

  Of course he and Marcia had left their DNA all over the place. It was a perk of being the owners and founders and having a damn key to the door. But even at the private parties they didn’t always get into full-on sex territory.

  He arched his eyebrows at her, tipping his head up, just a little, letting her know he was still waiting for what he wanted her to do.

  She shifted position into a formal kneel and tucked her hands behind her, where he wanted them kept.

  “I think someone hasn’t been reminded of their training in a while,” he softly said. “My fault. Let’s take care of that today.”

  The color absolutely flamed in her cheeks, and he wondered if she’d actually safeword on him for this, but she didn’t. As he reached up and unfastened his belt, she watched, her gaze darting back and forth between his hands and his eyes. When he unzipped his fly so he could fish his aching cock out, she opened her mouth.

  “Good girl.” He kept one hand circled around the base of his cock and cupped the other around the back of her head, his fingers threading through her hair.

  She didn’t need to be told what to do. And it never failed to take his breath away, make him suck in a sharp gasp when the sweet, wet heat of her mouth engulfed him from head to root.

  Fuuuuuck. Twenty years together didn’t mean sex had grown stale and boring. It meant they knew each other’s bodies, knew what felt good, what worked.

  Which had come in handy for office sexy
time, usually across Derrick’s desk. Fast, hot, and more than satisfactory for both of them without alerting everyone else to what they were doing.

  Okay, maybe he would wear a suit more often. There was something damned sexy about sitting there dressed like that and having her on her knees and devouring his cock.

  * * * *

  Okay, now Marcia was damned horny, and if Mister Master thought he was going to make her wait until later tonight to get hers, he had another think coming.

  Personally, she loved this, because it reminded her a lot of sneaking in sex at the office when they had a building full of employees around them. The feel of his slacks against her cheeks as he directed her movements with his hand on her head made her even hornier. Looking up his body, she spotted the dark, evil, pleased gaze he wore in his green eyes as he stared down at her and…yep.

  She would definitely be making him wear a suit more often.

  Even if it meant tossing all his other clothes into the washing machine the night before and “forgetting” to turn it on.

  Guess you’ll have to wear your suit, Sir.

  Oh, darn.

  “That’s it, baby,” he whispered. “Suck that cock.”

  She didn’t even care their friends were there. This was on the tame end of the scale of activities all of them had either witnessed, or actually done themselves during a private party.

  A sweet, low hum settled in her brain, subspace gently tugging her down as she focused only on what she was doing, on Derrick, on being in the moment. She knew every inch of his body by heart, the way he knew hers. He pulled her off to the head for her to lick and suck the crown, and as she watched the hunger building in his gaze, she felt her own grow.

  He slowly pushed deep again and she relaxed, knowing what he wanted, what he liked, and that he wouldn’t choke her or make her wait too long to take a breath or she’d bite him.

  Not hard, just in warning.

  Only took her doing that once to train her damn Dom.

  Hey, everyone was happier when she was happy, and even Derrick would admit that. After all, she didn’t smother him when she rode his face, so a little reciprocity was due.

  But like this? Like this, she could keep going as long as her knees held out. Fortunately, they’d been too busy and too tired for fooling around much this week, so he was primed and ready and wouldn’t take much to get off. That’s why she was happy letting him savor this for a while, because when he felt ready for round two, he’d give her one hell of a ride of her own, better able to hold back longer.

  Yeah, she knew her guy, and she damn sure wouldn’t trade him in for anything.

  The soft, needy grunts she drew from him every time she went deep fired her own need. Didn’t help that the place this morning felt like it was hyper-charged with a sinfully sexy energy, way more than on the average play night. This assembled group of friends were definitely the right vibe to have together in one place.

  His warm, musky scent filled her lungs as she tasted pre-cum starting to flow. His cock hardened even more in her mouth, velvety smooth as her lips and tongue worked at him, licks and sucks and even lightly grazing her teeth along the head, just enough to help him hold back a little longer and build it up even more.

  Finally, he closed in on the point of no return. The hand around the back of her head tightened as he started urging her faster, deeper with every stroke, until he let go of his cock with his other hand and had her head trapped in his grip, now face-fucking her as he neared climax.

  The soft moan rolling from her would only help him over, too, as the vibrations worked all the way through to his balls.

  It didn’t take long for him to sit up, his body going rigid and half slumped over her now as his cock erupted in her mouth. Hot, pulsing over her tongue, that salty tang she knew all too well.

  He eased his grip on her, letting her pull back a little so she could breathe again as he softened in her mouth. She waited him out, enjoying it when he leaned all the way over and ran his hands down her back, holding her.

  “Thank you, baby,” he whispered in her ear, nuzzling her. “Love you.”

  He let her go and tucked himself back in, doing up his fly and belt.

  “Love you, too, sadist.”

  He grinned and helped her up, had her sit sideways in his lap, his arms around her, while they watched the photo shoot continue.

  * * * *

  Gilo was careful not to snicker too much while watching Derrick and Marcia together, because he had no room to talk—he knew he’d be nailing Abbey himself sooner rather than later.

  While Gilo changed, Cali started taking shots of Scrye and June together. The experienced rope rigger quickly had his tiny wife trussed in a basic chest harness, and the way he could easily manhandle her over his lap was sexy as fuck. She also had Axel and Skye start tying so she could take pictures of them, too. While Skye wasn’t as petite as June, with Axel’s height, there was another dramatic difference there that was neat to watch. She also took a series of Ross and Tony in close-up shots, tying arm or leg binding ties on their own subbies.

  But it was always Scrye and June Gilo especially loved to watch. In fact, Gilo loved watching them so much that it was hard to remember what he was supposed to be doing, which was getting geared up for his next series of shots with Abbey. He had latex and leather gear to wear, but it wasn’t stuff he wore every time he and Abbey played, because it was hot and wasn’t exactly conducive to the kind of play they usually engaged in.

  Today, it was some of that gear he’d be putting on for the shots, but fortunately not wearing for very long.

  He’d put on the latex first, since Rusty and Sean were almost ready in their own outfits. Eliza and Max were helping the duo shine up the outsides to give the latex a sheen.

  Another reason he didn’t wear this stuff more often, because it was a pain in the ass.

  “Maaaoooow.”

  “Hush, you,” Cali said to Baxter. “You come out after the latex is put away.”

  “Thank you,” Sean called out. “I’m still washing hair off this damn thing from the last time.”

  “That’s the truth,” Max said.

  “He’s probably the only furry pussy in the place today,” Derrick joked, which cracked everyone up.

  Because it was true.

  Once Cali had her rope shots, Scrye and Axel moved their respective women out of the way to do their untying so she could get the latex shots set up. While she worked with Rusty and Sean, Max shined Gilo’s outfit, then he joined them. Some more shots between Rusty and Eliza, some with him and Abbey, some with Max and Sean, and then less than an hour later they were changing into leather gear. This time, Cris changed to join them for some of the shots, and Cali took a few of him with Landry.

  From there, all four of them could strip down again, which was a relief to Gilo because he’d been getting hot. Most of the men had discarded their jackets now, except for Max, who would be taking more shots with Sean, and Landry, ditto only with Cris.

  Now Gilo stripped down to his leather jock, leather wrist and ankle cuffs, leather collar, and full leather hood, and like that Cali shot another series of pictures with him and Abbey, and a series between Eliza and Rusty, who wore similar gear.

  A series of shots between Cris and Landry, with Cris actually shedding his jock at one point, while Cali selectively posed him so she was only catching him from the side—or not catching any “bits” in the shot—had Gilo admittedly interested. It was just the feel of the energy between the two men. It never ceased to amaze Gilo, watching them, how raw and animalistic it looked. It called to him.

  Not that he wanted to do the dudes, no. Just…it reminded him a lot of his energy with Abbey, in some ways, and that was just damned fun to watch.

  And haaaawt.

  Abbey stood next to Gilo, watching with him.

  “Fuck, they’re gorgeous together,” she whispered.

  “Yeah, they are.”

  She smacked Gilo’s ass, g
rinning. “You’re not so bad yourself, there, mister.”

  He almost fisted her hair to tip her head back for a kiss, until he remembered she was wearing a wig and she’d fucking kill him if she had to redo it from scratch. Instead, he leaned in and caught the top of her corset with his finger and pulled her close for a kiss that way. “You’re pretty damn hot, too, Ma’am.”

  She smiled. “You are nowhere near bottomspace, so don’t bullshit me, buddy.”

  His other hand shot out and cupped the back of her neck, pulling her in close. “What was that, girl?” He nuzzled the side of her throat, raking his teeth along her flesh, the threat of a nip.

  An adorable squeak escaped her. “See? Told You that You weren’t bottomy, Sir.”

  Chapter Five

  Gilo watched as Cali got Baxter’s part of the shoot out of the way with a couple of the suited Doms, and with Skye tied up. Add in a face-off between Baxter and Abbey in several hilarious shots, and Gilo knew that, if for no other reason, getting the new Baxter images was worth everything they did here today. He even took a couple with Baxter “domming” him, sitting on a leash, one with Baxter sitting on his back, one with a flogger positioned and draped as if Baxter was claiming it.

  Then some with Sean and Max and the persistently catnipped pussy, who decided in the middle of that part of the festivities that he was done and started rolling around on the floor and trying to snag rope with a paw.

  “He’s done,” Cali said, scooping him up. “Time to send you home, buddy.” After everyone got to pet him and say good-bye, Cali tucked him back into his crate. Ted would be heading home with Essie, and after saying their good-byes, Ted carried the cantankerous cat’s carrier—said cantankerous cat who maowed all the way out of the space.

  That was a good time for a pizza break, too, and Cali put the order in while everyone took a rest.

  “I can’t wait to see those shots,” Tony said. “This is going to be epic.”

  “I’ve got a lot of photo editing ahead of me,” Cali said, “and I’m not exactly the world’s best at it, but for what we’re doing, it’ll work just fine. We’ll have more than enough for the club’s website, for our website, with plenty to spare so we can rotate stuff out on a regular basis. I wanted way more than we’d ever need, so I can post them on the Facebook page and draw eyes there, too.”