crept up her neck and into her face when she lowered her gaze. No crotch. Just a black penis glove that did nothing to hide the size of his dick, which she had to admit, was huge in its natural state. He even wore black gloves.
He stared intently at the woman across from him, his glittering blue eyes dangerous. If Rylee were a betting woman, she’d say his partner for the weekend was the small, dark-haired woman in the red cloak. She grinned. Red Riding Hood and the big, bad wolf?
Rylee studied the other men but didn’t see Hunter. She sighed again, desire creeping into her blood. “Wow!”
Beside her, Cinderella nodded. “If lust could be bottled, this room would be worth a fortune.”
Rylee figured Cinderella had it right. Another woman entered. She wore a sleeveless blue dress with a white blouse beneath and a white apron. The skirt was nearly crotch-short in front and dipped down to her calves in the back. Her dark brown hair hung past her shoulders. Belle from Beauty and the Beast? It was rather fun to speculate. The woman glanced at Rylee, and they smiled at one another. She joined Rylee.
“Nice offerings,” she commented, her gaze roaming over the men across from them.
“I’ll say.” Where was Hunter?
The door opened, and two more women bounced in. Eyeing the staff’s they carried, Rylee figured them for Mary and Bo Peep. Chuckling, she eyed the three men on their hands and knees. The men wore leather collars and furry hats that covered their eyes—and little else.
Bo whirled around, let out a peal of delighted laughter, and ran across the room. Rylee rolled her eyes. Bo’s skirt angled upward, leaving her very nice backside bare. Her red thong matched her skirt. She rolled her eyes when the women claimed their men and led them to the far end of the room.
“Ah, Little Bo Beep found her sheep.” Red giggled.
Cinderella squeaked out, “Lucy!” She was eying Bo’s practically bare behind.
Amused, Rylee shook her head. Cinderella was obviously vanilla. Not that Rylee herself had much experience. That one weekend with Hunter was the extent of her experience in the BDSM world, but since the meeting in his office, she’d gone online and done her research.
So where was he? Was this a joke? A trick? Worried that Hunter wasn’t going to show, Rylee decided to go find out. If he didn’t get her soon, she was out of here.
More participants entered. She had no interest in any of the men. There was only one man she wanted to see. If this was all some big joke, she’d make him pay.
Hastings stepped into the room and drew her attention. “Queen Grimhilde.” A tall woman in black leather and lace entered.
Glorie Amadori? Here? Oh, my god. Rylee nearly dropped her glass.Her startled gaze swept over the queen’s costume. The black corset snugged the woman’s more than ample breasts, leaving a generous amount of creamy flesh on display and revealed a narrow waist. The sheer skirt with red accents barely covered her crotch in front and trailed the floor behind her. Her toothpick thin heels were a loud staccato in the sudden silence. The woman’s mere presence was a command, a call to attention.
She eyed the whip Glorie held. The woman was a Domme. Holy shit .
If Henry could see his “Dragon Lady” now, he’d pee his pants. No matter her personal opinion of the queen bitch, Rylee had to admit the woman knew how to make an entrance. Anticipation hummed throughout the room.
Four men, each impressive in size and stature followed the regal queen who glanced neither right nor left. Each man wore shiny black boots, a full mask, and a snug sling-style bodysuit that did nothing to hide their manly parts. Rylee did a mental eye roll. You’re not in one of your regency novels, girl. This weekend, it’s going to be cocks, tits, and asses, not penises, breasts or butts .
Jerry had never talked dirty or used such crude language. She was definitely out of her element.
Her gaze swept over the four men as
He stared intently at the woman across from him, his glittering blue eyes dangerous. If Rylee were a betting woman, she’d say his partner for the weekend was the small, dark-haired woman in the red cloak. She grinned. Red Riding Hood and the big, bad wolf?
Rylee studied the other men but didn’t see Hunter. She sighed again, desire creeping into her blood. “Wow!”
Beside her, Cinderella nodded. “If lust could be bottled, this room would be worth a fortune.”
Rylee figured Cinderella had it right. Another woman entered. She wore a sleeveless blue dress with a white blouse beneath and a white apron. The skirt was nearly crotch-short in front and dipped down to her calves in the back. Her dark brown hair hung past her shoulders. Belle from Beauty and the Beast? It was rather fun to speculate. The woman glanced at Rylee, and they smiled at one another. She joined Rylee.
“Nice offerings,” she commented, her gaze roaming over the men across from them.
“I’ll say.” Where was Hunter?
The door opened, and two more women bounced in. Eyeing the staff’s they carried, Rylee figured them for Mary and Bo Peep. Chuckling, she eyed the three men on their hands and knees. The men wore leather collars and furry hats that covered their eyes—and little else.
Bo whirled around, let out a peal of delighted laughter, and ran across the room. Rylee rolled her eyes. Bo’s skirt angled upward, leaving her very nice backside bare. Her red thong matched her skirt. She rolled her eyes when the women claimed their men and led them to the far end of the room.
“Ah, Little Bo Beep found her sheep.” Red giggled.
Cinderella squeaked out, “Lucy!” She was eying Bo’s practically bare behind.
Amused, Rylee shook her head. Cinderella was obviously vanilla. Not that Rylee herself had much experience. That one weekend with Hunter was the extent of her experience in the BDSM world, but since the meeting in his office, she’d gone online and done her research.
So where was he? Was this a joke? A trick? Worried that Hunter wasn’t going to show, Rylee decided to go find out. If he didn’t get her soon, she was out of here.
More participants entered. She had no interest in any of the men. There was only one man she wanted to see. If this was all some big joke, she’d make him pay.
Hastings stepped into the room and drew her attention. “Queen Grimhilde.” A tall woman in black leather and lace entered.
Glorie Amadori? Here? Oh, my god. Rylee nearly dropped her glass.Her startled gaze swept over the queen’s costume. The black corset snugged the woman’s more than ample breasts, leaving a generous amount of creamy flesh on display and revealed a narrow waist. The sheer skirt with red accents barely covered her crotch in front and trailed the floor behind her. Her toothpick thin heels were a loud staccato in the sudden silence. The woman’s mere presence was a command, a call to attention.
She eyed the whip Glorie held. The woman was a Domme. Holy shit .
If Henry could see his “Dragon Lady” now, he’d pee his pants. No matter her personal opinion of the queen bitch, Rylee had to admit the woman knew how to make an entrance. Anticipation hummed throughout the room.
Four men, each impressive in size and stature followed the regal queen who glanced neither right nor left. Each man wore shiny black boots, a full mask, and a snug sling-style bodysuit that did nothing to hide their manly parts. Rylee did a mental eye roll. You’re not in one of your regency novels, girl. This weekend, it’s going to be cocks, tits, and asses, not penises, breasts or butts .
Jerry had never talked dirty or used such crude language. She was definitely out of her element.
Her gaze swept over the four men as
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