by Sable Sylvan
“Why do I have a feeling that there are literally going to be ropes involved?” asked Addison.
“Because there are,” said Janet. “We’re going to be going over ropework and other tools of bondage, techniques for disciplining your man, sex toys, have some questions and answers time, and of course, go over BDSM safety, both physical and emotional. Sound good?”
“Sounds great,” said Abigail. “Savina…how did you know that we’d be into this?”
“Each of you has told me privately what you’re into,” said Savina. “We’ve never talked about it as a group, but this way, it’s not weird or awkward. Plus, you’ll have new things to try out on your honeymoons!”
“Savina, that’s so sweet,” said Cayenne. “I can’t wait to learn some new things.”
“Oh, and one last thing,” said Savina. “I’ve purchased a set of toys for all of us. That way, we can learn how to use all the same toys that Janet is teaching us to use tonight. The toys include some bondage gear and rope and cleaning wipes for the toys and stuff.”
“You don’t have to use them on my men,” said Janet. “What we’re going to be doing is using the stuff I’ve already opened and used on them. That way, your stuff remains special and unused. Remember, one of the main rules of BDSM is, it’s not a good idea to share toys with different partners unless you’re fluid bonded with all of them. Now, who can tell me what it means to be ‘fluid bonded’?”
Janet started the lesson from the bottom. She made sure everyone knew about basic BDSM safety tips and guidelines, from toy hygiene to submissive aftercare.
* * *
Back at the Mesquite Manor, things were getting wild, real wild.
“Roll two d8’s to figure out what you hit the kobold for,” said Clove.
“Which one is the d8 again?” asked Basil.
“This one,” said Clove. “And this one.” He passed Basil the eight-sided dice.”
“Okay, I got…two,” said Basil. “Dang.”
“Snake eyes? Your hit misses. The kobold hisses at you. It’s angry, real angry, and your character pees its pants a little,” says Clove. “Mace, what do you do?”
“I cast a spell of summoning,” said Mason.
“And what is it that you’d like to summon?” asked Clove. “Maybe a fencing instructor to teach Basil how to swordfight?”
The guys laughed.
“Nope, I want to summon a motorcycle,” said Mason.
“There aren’t motorcycles in this world,” said Clove.
“Not yet there aren’t,” said Mason. “What do I have to roll?”
“Roll the d20,” said Clove. “You have to hit 20 to succeed. You also have to roll twice.”
Mason rolled the weird dice once. It came up twenty. All the guys took a shot, as was the rule. Their tabletop fantasy game had a drinking game.
“Blow on it for luck, sweetheart,” said Mason, holding the dice out to Clove.
“Really?” asked Clove. “Fine.” Clove blew on the dice, hard.
Mason shook the dice and rolled it. It came up twenty. Shots were taken again.
“I can’t frikkin’ believe you pulled it off,” said Clove. “Your character manages to summon a motorcycle, the biggest, most badass one you can imagine.”
“Is the tank full?” asked Mason.
“Yes, Mason, the tank is full,” said Clove.
* * *
Once all the safety stuff was covered, it was time to have some fun with Janet’s guys. There were six of them, one for each of the gals and one for Janet to use for demonstrations. All six men were quite handsome but more importantly, they were obedient. Janet walked around to judge everyone’s ropework, giving them tips on what parts should be looser or tighter and explaining, using the models, why.
“Very good work,” said Janet, looking at Savina’s work on the man that Janet only called ‘slave,’ the way she called all her men ‘slave.’ Savina had no clue what this guy’s real name was.
“Really?” asked Savina.
“Really,” said Janet. “How long have you been in the scene?”
“The what?” asked Savina.
“The BDSM scene,” said Janet.
“Oh, I’m not in it,” said Savina. “In fact, I’d never used rope for this kind of thing before.”
“Really?” asked Janet. “I could’ve sworn you were a natural. After all, you did arrange this party.”
“One of my friends from college got a lesson from you once,” said Savina. “That’s how I learned about you. I hit up my girlfriends for advice on holding a bachelorette party.”
“Well, what you’re giving your sisters is truly a gift that will last them the rest of their lives,” said Janet.
Janet walked back to her slave and untied him. All the slaves were covered with rope markings in nearly identical places now that they were done with the ropework portion of the seminar. Janet pulled out handcuffs and spreader bars and started to explain how to use those.
Savina tried to pay attention, but all she could think about was Mason. It didn’t help that she’d been assigned the one male model with bright blue hair. It wasn’t totally like Mason’s, but the blue reminded her of Mason’s hair, of his eyes, of the way his shift’s fur had looked at the hot sauce competition. Savina tried to shake the thought out of her head, but that meant there was room in her head for a question: what the heck were the guys doing for their bachelor party?
* * *
“I get on my bike, go down the hallway, and cast spells at all the kobolds,” said Mason.
“You know, roleplaying games are a chance for you to try being someone else,” said Clove.
“Hey, I’m pretending to be a wizard,” said Mason.
“Okay, roll…three d10s,” said Clove.
Mason rolled all three dice at once.
“Twenty,” said Clove. “Is that good enough?”
“You get on your bike and go down the hall,” said Clove. “You take down about six of the ten kobolds with magic, one with your bike.”
“Awesome,” said Mason.
“But…you forgot to wish for a helmet,” said Clove. “You’re so busy gloating about your kills that you hit the wall and get knocked out.”
“Come on! You know I’d never hit a wall,” said Mason.
“You wouldn’t, but what about Viewnopsis, Wizard of the North?” asked Clove. “Last time I checked, he’d never been on a motorcycle before.”
“Okay, okay, I’m knocked out,” said Mason. “Then what?”
* * *
Once they were done with their bondage seminar, it was time to learn about disciplining and rewarding submissives. Savina learned that they were supposed to tell their submissives to do things, but if they didn’t do well, they’d get disciplined: spanked, flogged, told to eat them out for an hour, whatever. If the submissive did well, they got a ‘treat.’ This could be a handjob, a blowjob, a new toy, permission to look at them, or anything else they wanted. For the purposes of the seminar, they just fed the slaves cookies.
Finally, it was time for the sex toy explanation section of the class. The gals sat in the chairs, in a circle, and learned about the various toys in the bag, but all Savina could think about was what the heck the guys must be doing at their party. Were there strippers? If so, Mason would be the only one there who was single. Would the strippers all be dancing on Mason? Would Mason be doing naughty things with strippers? Would he charm one, take her upstairs, and have sex with her in the very same bed where she’d had sex with him?
* * *
“Fate must like you today. Let’s recap…you pulled that motorcycle stunt, got knocked out, got healed by Sage’s cleric character, and then you all ended up getting the treasure, and yet another quest,” said Clove, rubbing his temples. “You’re back at the tavern, and you’ve got a new quest, a quest to deliver some cookies to Herb’s character’s grandma.”
“Cookie delivery, easy,” said Herb. “How hard could it be?”
“Do
you think the girls are playing these kinds of games at their party?” asked Basil, looking to Mason.
“They’re probably doing truth or dare or something,” said Mason. His bear roared out of envy and Mason couldn’t hush it. What were the gals doing? Herb had hinted that it’d be a little raunchy, but what was a ‘little raunchy’? Would they just be playing silly games, or would there be male strippers? He’d been at Bear Buns before, at their Denver location, and seen Basil dance on the pole, but did Dallas have an equivalent? Mason found himself getting jealous over something that might not even be happening. He tried to hush his bear, but his bear told him to listen to his instincts. Would Savina be getting shots of alcohol, and hot meat injections, from some guy other than Mason? After all, she was the single little sister at the big bachelorette party. Who knew what wolves might want to eat her up?
* * *
The sex toy demo ended, and the girls were still giggly from all the booze. As the one in charge of making sure everyone got home in one piece, Savina hadn’t partaken in alcohol. She had just had some sodas. It was time for everyone to head home, so everyone hopped back in the limo with their big gift bags stashed in the trunk and went back to the Mesquite Manor.
“Did you girls have a good time?” Savina asked her sisters as they got into the car.
“This was ah-may-zing,” said Alice between hiccups.
“You know how to throw a good bachelorette party,” said Addison. “It’s too bad you won’t have one.”
Savina frowned. “Why wouldn’t I have one?”
Alice shot Addison a look, and Addison realized her mistake.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that,” said Addison. “It’s just…I don’t know. I wish you were gonna be up there with us this weekend, at the wedding, y’know?”
“That’s the booze talking,” said Abigail, patting Addison on the back. “Poor thing has no idea what she’s saying.”
“I’m just glad everything’s worked out,” said Savina. “We had the setback with the dresses, but that was it. No drama, no nothing.”
“Your dress is so pretty,” said Cayenne. “The big skirt and all.”
“Big skirt?” asked Savina. “You’re thinking of the one I tried on for Alice, not my bridesmaid dress. How much did you have to drink?”
Alice glared at Cayenne and Cayenne also realized her mistake.
“I had a lot,” lied Cayenne. “I just love weddings! Whee!”
The sisters gushed about their big awesome party on the way back to the manor and sobered up a bit with some sports drink and sandwiches that the driver had picked up for them from a restaurant. Savina had arranged that all ahead of time. She’d thought of everything to make the party perfect, but something still felt wrong inside. She didn’t know what it was. Why did she feel so jealous about the bachelor party, when she had no claim on Mason? Why did she feel so bad about the comments her sister had made, even though they’d meant well? As the limo pulled into the manor’s drive, these thoughts still haunted Savina’s head.
Chapter Twelve
The men were there to greet their womenfolk. Savina had texted Herb when they were about fifteen minutes away. Luckily, all the gals were wearing some cute but comfy dresses and some sensible shoes, so even though there was some stumbling, nobody got hurt. However, even though Savina only needed the four grooms to pick up their brides, somebody else was with them, the fifth person that completed the Scoville Clan’s set: Mason. Savina was busy grabbing her duffle bag of toys out of the trunk of the car, so at first, she didn’t see Mason. When she did see him, she wished she hadn’t.
Mason was wearing a black shirt with sweatpants. In the light of the porch, Savina saw that there was glitter on his clothing. Her heart sank. There had been strippers, and from the looks of it, none of the other Scoville Brothers had any glitter on them at all. Obviously, Mason had received most of the stripper’s attention. How many women had danced on him that night? One? Two? A dozen? Were they hot, skinny, lithe women who knew how to dance like professional porn stars knew how to have sex?
Savina looked away from Mason, but he still approached her.
“You don’t have to be here,” said Savina. “I’m not drunk.”
“I wouldn’t miss this show for the world,” said Mason. “You guys had a really good time, didn’t you?”
“It was all right,” said Savina.
“It was the best,” said Cayenne, correcting her little sister. “Mason, it was amazing!”
“There were hot dudes,” said Addison. “None as hot as Sage, but…they were not bad on the eyes.” Sage rolled his eyes and made sure Addison had all her stuff, especially her glasses. They had spare pairs in case she lost them, but he still wanted to fuss over her.
“You’re gonna have to tell me all about them,” said Clove, wrapping his arm around Abigail but under her arms so that he could keep her up. She stumbled a little, and he scooped her up into his arms.
“I take it your friend’s intel was sound?” asked Herb with a grin. “I was a little worried, given you’d never met this ‘Janet’ person.”
“Who’s Janet?” asked Mason.
“It’s nothing,” said Savina. “It’s been real, ladies, but now I’m real tired.” She walked away from the group and up the stairs to her room, but she heard footsteps behind her. She knew who it was. She could scent him. She walked faster, walking to her room. She opened the door and slammed it behind her, but he opened it anyway.
“What the heck is going on with you?” asked Mason.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” said Savina. She didn’t turn to face Mason.
“I thought you wanted to be friends,” said Mason.
“Well, I was wrong,” said Savina.
“What changed tonight?” asked Mason. “You were fine before the party. Did something happen?”
“No, but apparently something happened at your party,” said Savina, motioning to Mason.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” asked Mason.
“It looks like you had a ton of fun with the entertainment, if you know what I mean,” said Savina.
“I don’t think you have any idea what you’re talking about,” said Mason.
“The glitter? You obviously had strippers over,” said Savina.
“It’s from the food,” said Mason.
“Sure it is,” said Savina. “Let me guess. Is it from ‘Candy’? ‘Cookie’? ‘Peaches’? ‘Cherry’?”
“No, it’s from the cupcakes that we got for the party,” said Mason.
“Cupcakes? At a bachelor party?” said Savina. “No frikkin’ way.”
“It’s true, I can prove it,” said Mason. “Come with me.”
“Nope,” said Savina. “I’m tired, Mason. I’m tired of the fights, of my jealousy, of everything. I need to have a break from all this.”
“I can’t let this go,” said Mason. “Are you coming with me or am I carrying you?”
“You’re really gonna carry me?” asked Savina.
“I can, but I won’t,” said Mason. “It’s just a phrase. Listen. One way or another, you’re gonna see the proof I have. We can do this the fast way or the slow way.”
“Fine, let’s get it over with,” said Savina.
“Seems to be a phrase you’re saying a lot lately,” said Mason, turning to leave the room.
Savina followed after him. “What the heck is that supposed to mean?”
“You just seem to want things between us to be over,” said Mason. “I’m not stupid. I know that nothing is going to change after the wedding, nothing between us at all.”
“I told you I don’t want to steal their thunder,” said Savina.
“Maybe you’re afraid of something else,” said Mason.
“Uh, no, I’m not,” said Savina, following Mason down the stairs.
“Right, because you’re totally not afraid of commitment, or of dating, or…of love,” said Mason.
“I’m not,” insisted Savina, but som
ething inside her wasn’t so sure.
Savina followed Mason into the kitchen. He opened one of the many fridges and pulled out a tray.
“See, there?” said Mason, pointing to a tray of cupcakes that were indeed covered in glitter.
“That’s really the same glitter on your shirt?” asked Savina.
Mason picked up a cupcake and shook the dust off, so it was all over his shirt. A drop of blue icing fell on his shirt, too. He smushed the glitter dust into his shirt with his fingers. The stains were identical to the other stains on his shirt.
“I guess I was wrong,” admitted Savina.
“Yeah, projecting much?” asked Mason.
“As if,” said Savina, taking a cupcake. The cupcakes were in different shades of blue with a chocolate base and silver and gray gold edible glitter. They were cold but moist and sweet.
“You have to admit, it’s hypocritical for you to give me shizz over strippers you thought existed that don’t…when you and your sisters had strippers at your party,” said Mason, putting the tray of cupcakes away.
“We didn’t exactly have…strippers,” said Savina, finishing the small cupcake.
“Uh-huh, sure,” said Mason. “Herb told me there were gonna be hunks there. You calling my brother a liar?”
“No, it’s just, they weren’t technically strippers…because they didn’t take anything off,” said Savina.
“So the dancers were just buck naked from the start?” said Mason. “That supposed to make me feel better?”
“They weren’t naked,” said Savina. “They were pretty naked, but not entirely naked. They also weren’t dancers.”
“They weren’t dancers, weren’t strippers, so what were they?” asked Mason.
“Slaves,” said Savina quietly.
“You had sex slaves at a party?” asked Mason. “Are we about to get busted for human trafficking now? I’m pretty sure that’d give Gramps a heart attack.” Mason’s bear roared, and for once, Mason agreed with it. Savina had been around hot, sexy men all night, men who were willing to do whatever she wanted to them sexually, and he was supposed to be okay with that, even though she’d given him a verbal spanking just because she suspected that there had been strippers at his party? Where the heck did she get off making these accusations?
