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hours out on the water.
    And since they were on the water, that meant boat rules applied.
    Mac was in control.
    In fact, Clarisse had put her play collar on as soon as they’d pulled out of their berth at the marina. Mac had put Sully’s on him once they’d hit the headmarker at the end of the channel and were heading out into the Gulf, past Anclote Island.
    It’d been a while since full-on boat rules had applied. The three of them didn’t get much time out on the boat alone. And sometimes it was just two of them at a time, meaning Clarisse usually let Mac and Sully go so Sully could give masochistic Mac the time he needed.
    But not today.
    Today was all about boat rules.
    Clarisse held her breath as Mac made his way aft from the bow without losing his grip or his footing. This was a sight that, at one point, Clarisse wasn’t even sure she’d ever see again. The image of Mac lying in that hospital bed, in a coma, following the brutal attack by her ex, was never more than a moment’s thought from her consciousness, no matter how hard she tried to get rid of it.
    Some memories just couldn’t be erased.
    He jumped down onto the deck and pulled Sully in for a kiss. “Get naked, buddy,” Mac told Sully. Then he glanced at Clarisse and arched an eyebrow. “Why are you still dressed?”
    She grinned as she shut off the engines and cranked the generator. “I’m working on it, Sir.” She pulled her shirt off. “Better?”
    “Almost.” He pointed a finger at her shorts, drawing a circle in the air. “Those, too, sweetheart.”
    “I’m getting there.” She folded up her shirt and laid it on the dash.
    “Get there faster.” He reached out and cupped the back of Sully’s neck. “I know it’s boat rules, but how much latitude have I earned?”
    Sully smirked. “Complete.”
    “Oooh. Good.” He started pushing Sully down to his knees. “Then blowjob first. I don’t get enough of those from you.”
    “Hey!” Clarisse playfully protested as she balanced on one foot and tried to get her shorts off without falling over. “I give you blowjobs all the time, Sir.”
    “I know you , do—oh, fuck that’s good. I know you give them to me, but he doesn’t. I was not casting aspersions on your oral talents, baby.” He now cupped Sully’s head in both hands, his cock already down Sully’s throat.
    Clarisse could barely hear the sound of the waves gently lapping against the boat’s fiberglass hull over the sound of the generator rumbling below decks. Entranced, she watched as Sully—usually their Master—slowly got his mouth fucked by Mac.
    Yeah, that was hot. Really hot. She loved watching the two of them together, regardless of who was in control at the time. It was just…
    Hot.
    She knew some of their friends didn’t get their kinky dynamic, how Sully could switch with Mac, but Clarisse loved it. Even some of their friends who were switches didn’t get it. They weren’t like John and Abbey, where both of them were switches without a “default mode.” And even on the boat, Sully was still their Master. They felt it in their hearts.
    It didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy letting the reins loose every once in a while for Mac to take charge of things.
    Clarisse didn’t switch. Sully and Mac had once asked her if she wanted a “boat rules” equivalent every so often, but she declined. While she loved and trusted and understood her guys, she didn’t want to dominate either one of them.
    They had a little dog for that. Bart the Dom dog.
    And their two kids.
    The only time she’d ever come close to taking charge was during Mac’s extensive and grueling rehab. Where she’d had to play drill sergeant to get him to do his exercises sometimes when he didn’t want to.
    But that was…different.
    Even in those darkest days, in Clarisse’s heart, Mac was still her Sir. Even when he lay unconscious in the hospital bed. Yes, also owned by their Master, Sully, but still an extra tier of emotional support and