Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 106065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
I looked up and mustered a smile. Shay was visibly relieved—but also antsy for Reese to unlock the door to the shower room we’d be in.
He was the first to duck inside as soon as the door opened, and Reese followed with a proud look on his face. “I knew you could do it, sweetheart. Now, shake it off. Think about lollipops and fuckin’ noodle cups for all I care. Focus on all the good things.”
Lollipops? Sure! Noodle cups…? Erhm.
It made Shay snicker a little bit, though. It had to be some inside joke.
Greer and I weren’t far behind, and it was a nice reprieve to replace the smell of burned crap with…well, rubber.
This was my least favorite playroom in the whole house. It looked much like a standard shower room at the local gym, except it was covered in thick black rubber from floor to ceiling. That included the built-in benches and a handful of shelves.
Welcome to the watersports room.
“I wonder how many have peed in here,” I mumbled. “Have you peed in here, Dominus?”
“Oh yeah.” He walked over to the western wall where three showers waited, and he set the two lawn chairs directly underneath the showerheads. There were no dividers. “I distinctly recall a scene with Macklin a couple years ago. Boy got mouthy, so I gave him a mouthful.”
I felt my face freezing in horror. “Your kink is not my kink, and that’s okay,” I choked out.
Funny how Greer and Reese flashed the same wolfish grins.
Shay came up alongside me and folded his arms over his chest. “You realize the more you protest, the harder he’s gonna push you to try a kink.”
I snapped my mouth shut and eyed Greer warily.
“What have I missed?” Colt joined us too, and he walked over to the benches to leave a stack of towels.
“That Corey wants me to rape his little ass and then piss inside him,” Greer said.
“I did not say that, Sir!” I yelled, the sound bouncing weirdly against the walls. Like the shortest echoing sounds.
“Why not? Sounds hot as fuck.” Colt scratched his arm and could apparently not understand why I didn’t want someone to…pee inside me!
“Have you done that to Kit?” I demanded.
“I’m workin’ on it. He needs a little more convincin’, that’s all.” He smiled. “In my defense, it’s his fault. I was never into watersports before, but then I met him, and the rest is history.”
“You met him, and now you wanna pee on him. Nice.” That was total snark from me, by the way. “Poor Kit.”
“Poor Kit?” Colt laughed. “Boy, you don’t even know. One of his favorite bedtime routines includes kneelin’ for me in the shower, suckin’ me off, then havin’ me piss on him, before he washes us both. He wants to be—and I fuckin’ quote—covered in Daddy.”
Oh. My. Gosh.
Kit, you dirty little dog!
“Does he get it in his mouth?” I scrunched my nose.
Colt smirked and shook his head. “Nah, we’re below the neck.”
Below the neck was more acceptable to me personally.
I wasn’t at all surprised to hear about Macklin, though. He wanted to try everything at least once.
I was not that brave.
Catching Greer observing me with a calculating little smile on his face, I stiffened and made sure to compose myself.
Don’t get any ideas, Sadist!
“Watersports another day, waterboarding today,” Reese stated. “Shay, be good for Colt. I will film and document for posterity.”
“You can leave your clothes on one of the benches, boys,” Greer directed.
“All of them, Sir?” I asked.
“All of them.”
Okeydokey.
An air of seriousness fell over the room, and I got busy. So far, we’d covered four stations for the next Game, which would be called Senseless, and today, we’d hammer out the details for the riskiest one.
For those participating, it would be up to the Top how much information Greer and Colt shared with the bottom. The Tops would receive everything in writing, including a contract. With edge play, one had to be safe.
“All right, so those who opt for the waterboarding station will have agreed to hard-core play, and we can make an educated guess on the level of information the Tops will provide for their bottoms,” Reese said. “First question we gotta ask ourselves is how much we have to share with the bottoms.”
I piled my clothes and my undies on the bench, then walked over to Greer.
“I reckon it’s just two things,” Greer replied pensively. “The safeword signal and the water intake.”
“What about the length of the scene?” Colt cocked his head. “Or the goal of it? Or do they just take their seats and run with it?”
Greer hummed and motioned for me to sit down in the chair.
Shay sat down in the other one.
“If we involve the Tops, it could last until the bottoms get off,” Reese suggested. “It’ll give them a chance to prolong the scene too—or cut it short, for that matter.”