Gilo snorted. “Sometimes literally.”
“Yeah, unfortunately.”
Gilo, Tony, Scrye, and Rusty were actually wearing black leather boots under their suits instead of loafers, and Cali grouped them together for a series of shots. They’d all brought loafers, but she wanted some boot shots, too.
Boot porn, FTW.
It was when Cali paired Gilo with Abbey to snap a few poses of him kneeling in front of her, still in his suit, that he was giving thanks he’d worn snug briefs today instead of freeballing it. He didn’t mind being bottomy to her, but his Toppy energy was definitely being called to by how Abbey was all smiley and giggly over him right now in a suit and tie. She might be pretending to top him at that moment, but currently her energy was allllll Gilo’s girl and not a bit of Ma’am.
Yeeeeaaah. She’s definitely getting fucked before we go home today.
But if he fucked up her makeup before Cali was done with the photo shoot, he also knew Ma’am would come raging out with a vengeance.
I might be a masochist, but I’m not that kind of masochist.
Chapter Two
Marcia was totally on board with what they were doing today. If for no other reason than the eye-candy of seeing all these already great-looking guys dressed up in suits.
Holy moly.
Normally, Derrick didn’t wear a full suit to work. In fact, she’d dragged her damn Dom, with the man nearly kicking and screaming like a toddler, into a store to buy him a nice suit for today. His old suits didn’t fit him anymore. Since his gall bladder surgery, she’d had him on a diet and he’d lost weight as a result. Now, his wedding/ funeral suit was hanging off him.
On work days, he wore khakis and button-up shirts, but not suits. Hell, getting a tie on the damn man was a massive chore.
But as he stared at her right now, with those gorgeous green eyes of his, Marcia felt herself getting more than a little wet.
Okay, so she’d been wet pretty much from the start of today’s photo shoot, seeing all their friends dressed up in suits.
Mister Master was going to be riding her hard by the end of the day, she could already tell.
Worth it.
They’d been married for over twenty years now, and what they had worked for them. Worked damn well. She was happy being his slave, but Derrick wasn’t one of those kinds of domineering douchetards who ground a partner down under his heel. He loved her because she was snarky, strong-willed, and dominant in her own way. Hell, she had to be strong-willed to run their CPA office. She was the office manager.
Then he’d added Venture on top of their other responsibilities, and she wouldn’t be able to function if she had to go to him for him to make every little decision, and he damn well knew it, too.
Not to mention, it’d just piss her off.
No one liked a pissy slave, least of all Derrick.
Everyone was happier when he kept Marcia happy. She submitted to him in the ways that satisfied her and him both and kept their marriage strong.
Anyone else who thought they were doing it “wrong” could go fuck themselves.
Derrick had asked Marcia’s opinion about whether he should be masked or not, but it wasn’t like they had kids or bosses to worry about. None of the first, and they were their own, for the second.
Derrick had been interviewed for the newspaper, too, about Venture. It wasn’t like they were super-duper-double-secret-probation in the closet or anything.
Derrick walked over to stand next to Marcia after Cali changed up the pairings again. “What do you think?” he asked, his voice low.
“I think we’re going to be inundated with new members when this hits the website,” she said. “Seriously, you all are fucking hot dressed like this.”
He caught her hand and pulled it onto the front of his slacks, where…
Yep. He was hard.
He smiled down at her. “Lucky for you, I’m not done yet.”
She grinned. “Lucky for you, you mean, Sir Domly. You’ll get some today instead of having to wait until we’re home later.”
His smile turned absolutely wicked. “Don’t tease me, baby. I’ll have more energy than I usually do.”
She draped her arms around his neck and rubbed against him. “Maybe I’m counting on that.”
His hands slid down her back and settled on her ass, where he gave her a hard smack. “Then keep it up, baby.” He ground against her and she felt his cock rubbing between them, even harder now than it was before.
Mmm, yum!
“I’ll keep you up, all right,” she promised as she deliberately rocked against him, now determined to get herself fucked. “I know exactly how to keep you up, you—”
Cali playfully cleared her throat. “You want us to clear out for a minute and give you some privacy? Or should I turn the camera around and just start filming you?”
Everyone was now watching them, smiling and snickering, or outright laughing, like Sean and Gilo.
“Oh, we don’t need privacy,” Derrick assured Cali. “We’ll get ours after the photo shoot’s over.” He smacked Marcia’s ass again before untangling himself from her. “Behave, woman. Or I’ll pull a Landry, face-fuck you, and make you wait.”
“Aw,” Essie said. “That’s just mean.”
Cris snorted. “I think it’s telling that all he had to do was say, ‘I’ll pull a Landry,’ and he could’ve stopped there, and y’all still would’ve known what he meant.”
Landry nodded. “True story.”
* * * *
Yes, Derrick felt aggravated at Marcia, at first, for dragging him to the store for a new suit. He never saw himself as a suit kind of guy, to be honest. It was just getting dressed up to an uncomfortable level.
That’s why he never forced Marcia into elaborate outfits for the private play parties. No sky-high heels and corsets and latex, unless it was something she wanted to wear.
Dressing her up like a doll wasn’t fun if she’d be pissy and grouchy and not enjoying herself the whole time.
Besides, since he usually only wore a suit for a wedding or a funeral, and it felt like he’d attended more of the latter than the former lately, it wasn’t like suits held the best association for him.
Suits reminded him of funerals.
Like Kaden’s.
But maybe he needed to be a little more open-minded about this. It damn sure seemed to be the women’s version of Baxter’s catnip. He’d never seen all of them together at one time looking so…transfixed.
Like the first time a group of teenaged boys see big, naked boobies. That kind of focused.
It was kinda cute, watching all of them watching the guys in suits.
Kind of sexy, too. Hey, every guy likes to be noticed and drooled over, especially a group such as themselves, all in middle-ageish and older range.
But he settled down and stood there with Marcia in front of him, his arms around her so they could watch the photo shoot, behaving themselves so they weren’t a distraction.
Besides, he didn’t want to be sporting wood in all the pictures, and he’d gone commando today.
God, Kaden. You’d be here and loving the hell out of this, if you were.
He watched Leah watching Seth, who was currently posing back to back with Landry, both of them with their arms crossed and giving “Domly serious” stares, as Cali told them to look, to the camera.
The funny thing was, they both kept cracking up, which was cracking everyone else up, too. The harder the two men tried to look serious, the less successful they were being at it. Because all of them damn well knew that kind of “Domly Dom” bullshit was just that—bullshit.
“Eliza, help, please?” Cali said. “Get in there and give me resting bitch Domme face.”
“Sure thing.” Eliza stepped in, and not five seconds later, Landry whispered something that had her cracking up, too.
Derrick glanced over to where Leah now sat next to Essie as she watched the proceedings. She was smiling. Laughing, even.
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It was damn good to see her laughing. He knew from talks with Ed, Tony, and Seth how close they came to losing her following Kaden’s death, despite all his preparations and how carefully he’d warned everyone.
Since then, Leah had healed in many ways. Healthier and stronger now. She and Seth had truly blossomed together into this next stage of their lives despite how the two of them would always miss and mourn Kaden.
But Derrick knew his old friend would be happy for them today. To see them both living and enjoying life. That was the reason he’d set things up the way he did, to try to give them the best chance possible once he passed.
Can’t ask for more than that, I suppose.
After another five minutes of trying to get serious faces out of the three of them, Cali gave up and swapped them out for Scrye and Axel. At six-seven, Axel was still a couple of inches taller than Scrye, who was huge, like a damn grizzly bear. With Scrye’s full beard and mustache, it just completed the image. They were both taller than Derrick’s own six-one, that was for sure. She added Rusty to the mix, who was about as tall as Scrye, although built a little slimmer, but more muscularly than Axel.
Somehow, they managed to keep serious expressions long enough for Cali to get the shots. Then she swapped out Abbey and Gilo, but doing a couple of shots with Gilo in Top mode first, before he’d start doing costume changes.
In front of Derrick, Marcia sighed and pulled his arms even more tightly around her, wiggling her ass against him.
That wasn’t helping his hard-on, either.
But it was sexy watching Abbey kneeling at Gilo’s feet as he held the end of a leather leash attached to her collar.
Damn. Boy’s got game.
It was times like these that really reminded him Gilo was far more complicated than the playful SAM who liked to gig Tilly and egg her on into going after him. Especially during collaring and wedding ceremonies. Gilo and Tilly, publicly, kind of had a Tom and Jerry vibe between them, but Derrick knew the truth—while Tilly was still in full-on Mistress Cardinal mode, Gilo had helped make Tilly smile, made her laugh. If he hadn’t hooked up with Abbey, and Tilly hadn’t hooked up with Landry—and reunited with Cris—who knows? Maybe the two of them would have ended up together, at some point.
But when Gilo was in Top mode, Derrick could practically see the energy swirling between Gilo and Abbey. He knew Gilo was the head safety engineer for an electric company or something, a high-pressure, high-responsibility job that weighed heavily on him. Playing Gilo the SAM was just an act, a way to shed those weighty burdens for a little while and get a mental vacation.
Gilo was normally dominant all the time, if not a Dominant.
Watching Abbey and Gilo play was always a treat, no matter who was in which mode.
Derrick whispered into Marcia’s ear. “Bet you’d like to be on your knees for me right now, wouldn’t you, baby?”
She whimpered, and he had to bite back a laugh.
If he put her on her knees, he would definitely be pulling a Landry and face-fucking her, right now.
“If you’re a good girl,” he promised. “I’ll make sure I take care of you.”
She wiggled her ass against him again, making his cock throb and ache.
Well, shit. There was a little unintended bit of self-sadism.
Chapter Three
Landry tipped his head toward Cris as they stood and watched Gilo’s and Abbey’s poses. He kept his voice down as he spoke to Cris.
“Un café, s’il vous plaît. Maintenant.”
Cris bowed his head. “Oui, Maître.” He headed over to the kitchen area to get it for Landry.
It wasn’t uncommon for them to go weeks at a time speaking French instead of English when at home if Tilly and Bob weren’t around. Bob’s French wasn’t adequate yet, but he was slowly and surely improving. Tilly’s French was pretty good, a conversationally fluent level, and KC was learning it. They wanted her to grow up bilingual.
Before moving in with Tilly, before Landry had discovered her existence, he and Cris frequently spoke English at work and French at home with each other. It was Landry’s default. While he’d gone through great pains when he first moved to the States to try to eliminate as much of his accent as possible when speaking English, it still bled through, just a pinch.
Tilly had picked it right up when they first met, mostly because Cris was the one who’d taught her French…and, of course, Cris had learned it from him, with his accent.
My sweet, beautiful little viper.
The house felt so…empty without the three of them home, since KC was currently with Tilly and Bob. Next week, he and Cris would be flying out to LA to get KC from them, since they were going to be filming on location for a couple of weeks, in a harsh desert, and Tilly really didn’t want KC there for that.
It was fun to get out and do something different like this.
Hell, he was a little bit of an exhibitionist, he’d admit it. When it came to stuff like this, or with play, not with sexy activities. Then again, some of their friends probably assumed he was a full-on exhibitionist.
But not caring if someone watched him face-fucking his slave at a party was different than needing to face-fuck him in front of an attentive crowd to get off while doing it.
He loved watching Abbey and Gilo together, regardless of which mode they were in. Before Cris and Tilly, while he obviously accepted that some people were switches, it wasn’t something he personally understood.
Then, with Cris and Tilly reunited, he finally started to understand the fluid nature of the dynamic better, especially with Tilly. He, personally, wasn’t a switch. Enjoying bottoming for sex on occasion didn’t make him a bottom or a sub.
Gilo and Abbey had a delightfully messy elegance about them, though. Even when Gilo bottomed to her, there was still a solid strength there that couldn’t completely mask his Dominant side. And when Abbey bottomed, a sweet, sensual, playful energy emerged in Gilo as he topped her, since she wasn’t a fraction of the masochist that he was.
I don’t understand why people feel I’m so scary.
He smiled.
Cris returned with his coffee, bowing his head as he presented the cup.
“Merci.” He sipped it—prepared perfectly, of course. Then he snapped his fingers and pointed at the fleece throw on the floor next to where he stood. Cris softly sighed as he pinched his slacks at the pleats and tugged them up just a hair before he smoothly knelt on the throw.
Landry smiled down at him and stroked the top of his head with his free hand. “My perfect boy,” he whispered, enjoying the way Cris’ eyes dropped closed.
His boy might grumble and gripe sometimes, but there was no denying the truth—he liked what they did.
Hell, as many years as they’d been doing it together, they must be doing something right.
Even if he did fuck up their perfection the first time around.
Fortunately, the Universe smiled on him and gave him not only a second chance, but added more perfection to it.
* * * *
Gilo stared down at Abbey and resisted the urge to adjust his cock again. He was trying to give Cali the shots she was looking for and not mess them up, but what he totally wanted to do was fist Abbey’s hair, unfasten his fly, pull a Landry, and face-fuck her right there.
Patience, dude.
If he was this wound-up now, poor Abbey would be in for a ride once she finished putting him through his submissive paces in a little while.
Not that his wife-slash-submissive-slash-Ma’am would mind in the least, he was pretty sure.
“You have a naughty look on your face,” Abbey said as she met his gaze.
He smirked. “You have noooo idea, baby.”
“Oooh! Perfect!” Cali said. “Just like that!”
He could tell Abbey was trying not to grin and she tipped her chin up even more.
Unable to help himself, Gilo reached out and gently booped her nose with the end of the leash.
Cali let
out a little squee. “Guys, that’s perfect. Want to see?”
He helped Abbey up off the floor, but didn’t relinquish the leash as he led her over to look at the display screen on the back of Cali’s camera. Everyone else crowded around and laughed over the playful smirk on Gilo’s face as he booped Abbey.
“That should be on the website header or something,” Marcia said. “That’s, like, perfect. That totally encapsulates what we always tell the newbies—have fun and enjoy what you’re doing. It’s even better with him wearing the half-hood, because you can really see him smiling.”
Everyone nodded in agreement.
“You feel like gimping out now?” Cali asked him. “I’ll get some shots of you two together like that, then pup you out for some more with her before tossing Rusty and Sean into the shots with you. That way, Abbey can get off those stilts.”
Rusty and Sean were currently in the process of helping each other don latex outfits.
Abbey shifted from one foot to the other. “That would be appreciated. I forgot how much these particular ones pinch my damn toes.”
“But they’re hot as fuck,” Leah said, looking at them.
“That’s because they’re usually only worn as fuck-me shoes,” Gilo teased, leaning in to nibble Abbey’s earlobe.
Seth laughed. “Leah’s got a few pairs of those.”
“We all have a few pairs of those,” Skye said. “That’s kind of the point of some of them.”
“Damn sure not to walk in,” Shayla joked.
“To answer your question,” Gilo said, “Yeah, I’ll be happy to get gimped out.” He handed the end of the leash to Abbey and reached back to unfasten his hood’s lacings and pull it off. “Whew! That feels better.” He ran a hand through his hair, which was slightly damp from sweat. “Hood hair?”
Abbey smiled and ruffled his hair. “Yeah, but I love your hood hair.” She kissed him. “You’re going to put the suit back on before we go to Sigalo’s, right?”
He waggled his eyebrows. “I dunno. What’s it worth to ya?”
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