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“Are you kidding?” Leagh grinned. “How many brides can say that a butt plug caught fire at her bachelorette party?”
Sanna let out a wail as tears spilled down her cheeks. Laughing, Leagh hugged my sister tight and shushed her.
“Come on, Savannah. Don’t cry. I thought the plug made an awesome centerpiece. Besides, it holds a special meaning between you and me, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” Sanna sniffed. “That’s why I got it. I knew you’d understand.”
“Well, I will tomorrow night. Tony plans to deflower my ass in front of everyone at the club.” Leagh cringed. “And I’m scared shitless. Pardon the pun.”
“Tony’s been doing the training on you, right?” Sanna wiped her tears. Her forlorn tone vanished, replaced by a serious, mothering tenor. Leagh nodded. “Then don’t be scared. Tony would walk through glass barefoot before he hurt you, sweetheart.”
Filled with a sense of pride, I couldn’t help but admire the way Sanna eased Leagh’s fears. Not only had my sister totally embraced every aspect of the lifestyle, but she also took on the onus of teaching and sharing her knowledge with other subs. Glancing back at Dylan and Nick, gratitude flooded my veins. If not for their love, Sanna would still be lost, closed off, void of the incredible gifts they so freely gave her. My throat tightened with emotion as I realized my baby sister had come full circle; she was finally whole.
Scotty marched over to where we stood, his face an angry thunder cloud.
“Who’s going to pay for fixing my restaurant?” Fury blazed in his eyes as he pinned an accusatory gaze over the four of us responsible for the accident.
“Easy, Scotty,” Dylan warned. Clenching his jaw, he moved in, toe-to-toe with the livid owner. Nick, Mika, and Drake stepped up alongside him. Shoulder-to-shoulder, the Doms formed an imposing barrier between the enraged man and us. “Nick and I will have a crew here first thing in the morning, man. No matter what it costs, we’ll make sure it’s better than before.”
“You’re damn right it will,” Scotty barked before turning on his heel and storming away.
Dylan snarled at the owner’s parting words.
“You can’t blame him,” Nick chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.
“Wow, he is pissed,” Sanna whispered as she watched the Doms filter back to where they’d stood before Scotty appeared.
“Yeah, I know. What part of ‘accident’ doesn’t the male population around here seem to understand?” I asked, darting a gaze at the stoic faced Doms watching the commotion of the firefighters.
“It’s not that…” Julianna began.
“Oh, I know all about the whole sub code of conduct. But it wasn’t like you guys purposefully started a fire to make your Masters look bad. Even in the middle of all the pandemonium you guys represented them as best you could. Sure, there were a few accidental curse words—which is totally understandable if you ask me, but all in all, you didn’t do anything to disrespect any of them.”
“You’re preaching to the choir, sister,” Trevor chimed in. “But trust me. They’ll still find a way to make sure we learn a lesson.”
“What bigger lesson is there than not to mix sparklers with alcohol-based lube?” I laughed.
“None, but they’re still going to drive home the fact that we fucked up…most likely over our asses with big motherfucking paddles,” Julianna whispered with a pensive pout.
Mika let out a low growl. “That’s twenty now, girl. Clean up your language, or I’ll add twenty more to it.”
Julianna cringed and nodded.
Before the fire department had even left, a handful of workers from Dylan and Nick’s company showed up ready to repair the damaged restaurant. Deciding a change of venue was needed, we drove to Tony and Leagh’s house, intent on enjoying the party there. Once the presents and cake had been situated, the Doms left us alone to spend the evening at Tony’s bachelor party. Before they left, we were banned from using lighters or matches for the rest of the evening.
Decades had passed since I’d been made to feel like a child. At first, I resented the hell out of us being talked down to, but I realized the Doms were simply setting limits for their subs. I wondered how I’d feel if Joshua were the one laying down rules for me to follow. Would I be miffed and filled with contempt? Did I still have it in me to bend and supplicate, or would that stubborn, independent streak of mine be my submissive demise?
You’re never going to find out, so stop running stupid scenarios through your head.
The fact that Joshua hadn’t bothered to call stung. Trailing a fingertip over the phone in my pocket, I swallowed my disappointment.
Gathered around Leagh in her living room, we watched as she opened her gifts. I forced myself to focus on the party and not a certain artist who’d thrown me off-kilter. With each present she unwrapped, Leagh squealed with delight and laughed hysterically at some of the more risqué presents. The rocky start at Maurizio’s didn’t dampen our spirits one bit. Sipping my margarita through the tacky penis straw, I realized I hadn’t laughed so hard in years. It was an absolute joy to be around so many people who were truly happy in their own skin. Suddenly missing my lifestyle friends back in Kansas City, I reminded myself that it was another lifetime ago.
Trevor became our “Slave boy of Ceremony” for the kink games. With dramatic flair and smart-assed one liners, he passed around several tubes of red lipstick. He then instructed us to paint our lips for our first game, ‘Deep throat the banana.’
A pretty, redheaded sub named Tiffany won the contest when she took the entire banana down her throat. With a collective cheer, we clapped at her deep-throating skill as her cheeks blushed bright red.
“Now we know why Master Brax is always wearing a smile,” Julianna laughed.
