Skye took a deep breath and started taking inventory.
One really fucking sore ass? Check.
Sore everything, actually. Landry had gotten her upper arms and thighs, too.
She spit out the ball gag.
“Ready to sit up?” Bob asked.
“Yeah.”
He helped her, and she felt a water bottle touch her lips. She drank greedily from it, the cold water further helping bodyslam subspace and send it packing. She took the bottle from him and he unbuckled her blindfold.
Bob smiled at her. “Welcome back.”
“Thanks.” She drank another mouthful.
“You have my full respect.”
“Why?”
He grinned. “Damn, even I was cringing watching that.”
“Told you I was a heavy maso.”
“Yeah, but a lot of people say that, they mean compared to the average vanilla person. You meant compared to other masochists.”
“Yeah.”
Landry and Cris stepped in close, Landry’s green gaze intent on her. “Better?”
“Fuckin’ A, it is. Thank you. I needed that.”
“Before you leave, please make sure Cris has your cell number. I want to be able to check on you tomorrow.”
“Aw, thanks.”
“I’m not sure who enjoyed our scene more, you or myself.”
She grinned. “Did you take Cris out to the lanai after we finished?”
Landry’s laugh was infectious. “Not yet. I didn’t want to do that until after. He’ll be getting round two at home, when I scene with him there. I wish him coherent enough to drive us home later.”
“Oh, what the fuck was that thing you ended with?”
He pulled a white, hexagonal cane from a tube. It had what looked like a golf club handle grip on it. “You mean this little gem?”
She took it and examined. “Holy fuck, that thing’s mean. What is it?”
“Delrin hex rod. A friend used to make them. Wicked little beast.”
“Yeah, it is.”
“Should I eliminate it from my inventory with you?”
She grinned. “I didn’t saythat.” She returned it. “Fucker’s mean, but I liked it. Got my attention.”
“I noticed.”
