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She welcomed us in—at least I thought that was what she said. The rush of adrenaline only heightened the pulse thrumming in my ears, making it difficult to hear.
Too fucked up…
I ignored the voice in my head and followed on Dean’s heels as Ginger led him through a kitchen…to her basement door. Somehow, I stumbled down the stairs without actually falling on top of my best friend.
“Welcome to my playroom, boys.” It sounded like Ginger purred, but I wasn’t really listening while taking in the dark red walls, one of which was covered with fun toys. Canes. Floggers. Paddles. Whips.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my dick finally totally on board with what was about to go happen.
“Chaz told me you boys are new to the lifestyle.”
Brandfuckingnew,I mused an echo for emphasis, blinking the St. Andrew’s Cross in the room’s corner into focus.
“Pay attention, dipshit.” Dean elbowed me, turning my gaze back toward him and Ginger. The images of them bled like wet paint…
I closed and rubbed my eyes. Fucking hell, I was fucked up. Bad.
Ginger…she was there to teach us shit—bondage and pain play she’d been into for over a decade. I needed to do what Dean said so I didn’t miss out on a damn thing.
“I’m a switch,” I heard her say, but Dean interrupted her.
“What’s that?” he asked as a moment of clarity allowed the images of them to remain steady in front of me.
“It means I like to dominate or submit depending on my mood or needs.” She glanced down over his frame, slightly smaller than mine. “Are you here to submit to me, or do you think you’re man enough to take control and give me what I want?”
“I won’t ever kneel for any woman,” Dean declared, his chin raising a bit.
The back of him started to run like I peered at him through a rain-covered window. “But what if she begs for you to drop to your knees to eat her out?” I heard myself slur, the image coming to full-color life inside my mind. “I would definitely be down with that.” Hell, my mouth watered for it.
Dean snorted but turned back toward Ginger. “How about you show me what you’ve got going on under that dress, pretty girl? Looks like nipple clamps. Got a plug up your ass too?”
I glanced over Ginger’s tits, noting the bumps atop her nipples I’d missed before. Maybe they were simply pierced…
The colors of her smeared together, and I blinked her back into focus.
“Mmm,” Ginger hummed. “Guess that answers that question. Good thing I’m in the mood for a spicy little boy like you.”
“I’m not aboy,” Dean shot back, his spine straightening—then wavering like a tear drop. “Guess I’m gonna have to prove it.”
“Sounds good to me,” Ginger agreed, dropping her dress to the floor, revealing her naked form. Dean had been right about the clamps, I noticed after another blink. They had sharp teeth. Bit into her pink nipples. Looked like they hurt.
He groaned and grabbed his bulge, starting for her.
Ginger held up her hand, halting him as her palm came into contact with his chest. “I’ll let you top me, but first, I need to make sure you know the rules. My safeword for tonight is stop—to keep it simple.”
Her voice was a buzz in my ears, and I couldn’t seem to grasp what she’d said. I was too busy looking at those tasty buds of hers, wanting to rip off the clamps and sink my teeth into them instead.
Dean nodded. “Whatever you say, sweetheart.”
“I don’t do piss, shit, or spit. No degrading either. But feel free to give me whatever pain you can dish out. I like it rough.”
“Fuck,” Dean cursed. “That, I can definitely do. Micah too—if he can get the wool out of his ears and stroke his dick back to the weapon it is.”
“Huh?” I knew Dean had addressed me, but had no fucking clue what he’d said.
Ginger walked to the spanking bench, her lush ass swaying with every step. “You wanna fuck, I’m game, but cover that shit up. My ass is yours too—but lube is a must. Got it?”
“Condoms. Lube,” Dean muttered under his breath, ripping his clothes off.
