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11
GRAYSON
Once we lifted off, with the engines throbbing and the seat vibrating under me, he handed me the blindfold. “No peeking past it!”
“I trust you. I think.”
“I promise not to push you out.” He grinned.
The flight was possibly thirty minutes long. I’d never had much of an affinity for guessing time, but I figured anyone who held a fetish party where a chopper brought the guests, must be rich enough to launch a few space shuttles. I would watch my Ps and Qs, and my cock, until I was certain where it was safe to insert them.
Even with our safety precautions, I wondered why Axl thought it safe to take my little Emme. She was a walking crime scene.
We exited onto an expanse of soft, well-tended lawn, ducking until we were beyond the reach of the rotors. I kept my hand on Emme, guiding her.
“This is the house, though you could call it a mansion. No names tonight. People have name tags only. Here is yours.” He handed over a pin-on badge with ‘Dragon’ written in gold on the black enamel, and the creature the same name curled across the top.
“I’m Dragon?”
“You are. She has no name except Dragon’s girl. I’m Satan.”
“Fuck. Satan?”
“Yes, please do fuck Satan. I’m evil incarnate.” He chuckled and flicked his own badge, which had a pair of gold horns engraved at the top.
Beside a deserted tennis court, where a lonely light on a pole illuminated a circle, a man on a golf cart waited for us.
The driver barely spared Emme a glance. He was either gay or supremely well paid to ignore her kitten ears, cat-like curves, and the swell of her breasts above the low neckline. I placed my bag on the rear seat, then opened it.
“So, who owns this fucking…” I looked to left and right at the looming three-story architectural statement blocking the sky, with its angles and square columns, glass balconies and, of course, the helicopter landing pad behind us. “Fetish Wonderland, Axl?”
“Classified.” He winked.
“Does it come with a secret army and a missile launcher? If so, put me down for one.”
“Classified. There is a drinks machine in the foyer, though.”
Emme had been dead silent. I wondered if she was truly scared, or simply more scared than she wanted to be.
While chatting to Axl about various offhand topics like the spongy luxury of the grass depth, I wrapped the bit gag around her face and snuggled the bit between her teeth. “You’re almost being too good for me. Where did all the spitting and howling go?”
She glared, but I could feel her trembling beneath my hands. I was tempted to say I’d keep her safe, but that would be a falsehood. She made me waver between wanting to fuck her into the floor and leave bloody bites on her from neck to ass, to maybe, just maybe, holding her close until the trembling ceased.
I bent her over the storage compartment at the back of the cart and unzipped the ass slit. “Ready for an incoming ass toy the size of a T-rex dick?” I murmured, exaggerating greatly.
The gag meant Emme could only splutter an amusing garble of noises.
From my toy bag, I fetched the butt plug—one nowhere near as big as the tail plug—and lubed it up. Inserting it in her, beneath moon and the small overhead lights, with two other men watching, would probably push her kinky buttons.
I leaned on her with my arm, spread her cheeks, and wormed it in. Her gasps, squirms, and garbled pleas for mercy, might have made me come a little, if I wasn’t already so hard it hurt.
Still holding her down with my elbow, I adjusted myself then kneeled to mark the bit of exposed butt with my teeth. Then I closed the zip from the front until it nestled into the plug. That should help keep the plug in the right spot.
“Done?” The driver asked.
“I am.” I pulled Emme onto my lap. The speed was low, but whenever we hit small bumps, her body jiggled against mine. I held her hips to keep her from toppling off and inhaled. No perfumes, it was just her, and I put my nose closer to her neck.
We drove toward the house and waited before an opening iron gateway. The two sides rolled aside, and we entered, the tires crunching on the circular drive until we were beside the house. Cars were lined up in a parking area—valet parked, from the neatness. The floodlights next to the house were off. Was that to make the gathering less obvious to the neighbors?
