He looked genuinely curious. “Really? Most people cringe when they watch him go full bore on me or Cris.”
“I couldn’t take that kind of beating every time, but yeah, I would love to wake up tomorrow feeling like I’m pretty sure you’re going to.”
Bob kept his throw wrapped around him while he grabbed his clothes and headed off to a bathroom. Skye got up and stretched. The couple on the bench looked like they were winding down. Landry and Cris had left their bags on the wall near the bench, ready to move into position when they were going to play again.
In the dining room on another bench, a man was doing a pummeling scene on an unrestrained woman. She wore a bandana as a blindfold, another tied around her mouth as a gag, but she sat up on the bench, free to move around as he punched, slapped, and beat her.
Cali had been standing nearby, talking to another woman, and walked over to join Skye.
“That’s Walt. He’s another of the Tops I was talking about. That’s Tory. She’s a really heavy masochist.” She pointed to the woman she’d just been talking to. “That’s Holly, Walt’s slave and fiancée. She has fibromyalgia, and she can’t take a whomping. Tory’s just a friend.”
Walt had a different style than Landry, but equally stunning. Perfect control, hesitating as he watched the effect of every impact, rubbing some hits in, varying the strength of every strike.
“He uses implements, too, but Tory didn’t think she’d make it tonight, so he didn’t bring his bag. Her family thing got canceled at the last-minute and she called and asked if she could come anyway, and we said sure. Came straight here. Walt and Holly were almost here and she told him not to worry about implements. We offered to loan him some, but he said no, he’d just use his hands. I had the bandanas.”
“That’s cool.”
“Yeah. It’s fun to watch them play at the club. He’s got a killer custom playlist we put on when he starts a scene.”
Okay, so Walt was definitely someone she’d enjoy playing with, she could tell just from this little bit.
Cris walked in, caught her eye, and crooked a finger at her before disappearing.
“I’m being summoned,” Skye said
“Have fun.”
“I’m sure I will.”
The bench had been cleared, the couple now cuddled on one of the couches in the living room.
Skye grabbed her backpack and carried it over to where the three men were gathered.
Landry’s eyebrow arched. “Still wish to play?”
“Can’t scare me that easy.”
His serious facade slipped as he laughed. “My, wearethe brave girl, aren’t we?”
“That’s me.”
“Did you still wish to play with the violet wand?”
“Sadist’s choice. Other than the handjob, I’m good with everything you did. I would like to request a warm-up, though. It’s been a while for me.”
“Excellent. And aftercare?”
“Bob and I are good.”
“Go ahead and use the bathroom, if you need to, and meet us back here.”
“Thanks.” Eager, nerves humming with excitement, she headed down the hall.
This was really happening.
She tried not to think about Axel, wishing it was him she was about to play with.
Wondering what he was doing.
