Page 60 of For the Night

I beamed with pride and could only imagine what those who’d been around for longer felt. I mean, I knew all about the constant banter going on, and I had my fair share of experience from my old community. But every now and then, the brats brought the trophy home, and it was fucking glorious.

Reese was back in higher spirits within seconds, and he grabbed Macklin in a headlock, kissed the side of his head, and said something in his ear. Whatever it was made Macklin blush and smirk at the same time, and he nodded in response.

Unfortunately, all good things had to come to an end, and when Reese grabbed the mic, that end was nigh.

“Well, my station at this event just became better,” he said. “If everyone can simmer down, we’ll get this show on the road. Welcome to Slave Mode.”

Penelope and Jack joined Reese on the stage, and Ash returned to me.

With a pair of trunks in his grasp.

I grinned at him.

He shook his head in amusement. “Fuckin’ brats.”

Yes, Sir!

Penelope was the next one to speak into the mic. “As promised from last month’s Game, the Easter Egg Hunt, we have three winners to announce too. You’ll find the scores posted on the website later tonight, but in the meantime, give it up for Shay, who finished in third place, Noa, who placed second, and Kit, who came in first!”

“Woo-hoo! Congratulations!” I cheered.

Kit looked stunned and flushed adorably at everyone clapping, and he immediately plastered himself to a proud Daddy Colt.

So cute.

“Let’s see who wins at being a good slave today, shall we?” Penelope handed the mic over to Jack.

I can be a slave, I can be a slave!

Maybe.

Jack cleared his throat. “Our dungeon monitors will hand out information about your groups and some event rules as we do a roll call.”

Santiago came up to Reese with a clipboard, and they started crossing people off, half to themselves, though we still heard them.

“Let’s see, I saw Lucian and Cam already, then Walker and Bratlin, Colt with Kit…” Reese went down the list. “River and Shay, Ash and Nora… Are Ty and Lane here?”

“Yes, Sir!” Lane called out.

Reese continued. “I saw OG August and Ev, and Dean and Gael are over there… KC, Noa, Anthony, Camden, Greer and Archie…”

I zoned out when Lucas handed Ash a piece of paper, and he showed it to me. So in our group, it was Ash and me, Greer and Archie, KC and Noa, Kingsley and Tate, and Anthony and Camden. A good mix of TPE peeps and fun-loving brats.

Ash tapped his finger over one of the rules. “We already covered this.”

Yes. The rule was that slaves weren’t allowed to speak; if they had something to say, aside from safewording, they needed to ask for permission by signaling to their Top. And Ash and I had agreed I was going to grab his hand.

“Please take a moment to read the terms properly,” Penelope ordered.

Another rule, all slaves must walk behind their Owners.

Doable.

I was fairly certain I knew how to fake it till I made it. TPE could be so damn beautiful to watch, and I’d done a lot of watching.

I wanted Penelope to be proud of me.

After a long safety lecture, the organizers gave us absolutely nothing on what we could expect. They didn’t want us to know before we arrived at the stations, so we still only knew the themes of the four stations. Pose for Your Owner, Suffer for Your Owner, Serve Your Owner, and Treat Your Owner.

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