Page 58 of Home to the Hollow

Lucy stands and tilts his head. “Sugarplum, I’ll play however you like. I’m fairly fluid, and I don’t have a lot of lines to cross.”

Fucking duh, he doesn’t. His kind practically invented genderfluid, and he’s about as sexually unencumbered as anyone I’ve ever met. Even though I know the answer, I know why Jolene wants to hear it out loud. A good Domme always does. “Lucy, do you have concerns about who is where or taking it further than standard club play?”

“Hell, no. But my safe word isn’t pineapple.”

Magpie bursts out laughing, her eyes dancing with mirth. “Dear Aphrodite, help me with that. Some clubs sounded like a tropical fruit salad with all the ‘pineapples’ going around. I’ll confess mine is ‘bubbles’.”

“Pumpkin Spice,” I add, winking at her.

Lucy wrinkles his nose. “Unicorn.Hepicked it!” His finger shakes at me and I shrug, pleased with my choice, especially now.

“I don’t have a safe word, and if any of you think I’m letting you top me, I’d suggest you work out,” Edgar growls.

The three of us look at one another and peals of laughter echo in the room. Jolene walks up to him, tiptoeing her fingers up his chest slowly. “Not even for me, Teddy Bear?”

His eyes narrow, and he snarls low. An answering sound comes from Lucy, and I feel a tight knot in my chest.

Jolene looks at each of us for a moment and smirks. “Be patient, boys. I have just the thing. Back in a few.”

With that, she sashays out of the room, leaving us to watch her go.

Triple sided

Closer

Getting through the conversation with the boys was easier than I assumed it would be. They were a lot more accepting of my terms than I expected, and I feel like they deserve a treat. I stride out of the closet in the guest room, the spiked heels of my boots making dents in the soft pile of the carpet. This outfit was part of the stuff I kept in the storage unit in Richmond; I knew I’d never need it there.

However, for tonight? It’s perfect.

I tap the tip of the crop on the doorframe, smirking as their attention turns to me. Dropped jaws and shocked expressions follow me as I enter the room with a hip-swinging swagger. This isn’t my every day ‘sexy time’ attire, but I know how to make an impression when the occasion calls for it. Their eyes roam over me, taking in my favorite bondage club gear: a tightly cinched black leather and lace corset with garters attached to wide fishnets, a tiny, crotchless lace thong, and six-inch heels with spikes all over them. The lace is thin enough to showcase my piercings, and we placed every cut of the corset to feature my tattoos.

Saoirse is one of the best seamstresses in the world for a reason, and she always outdid herself with my outfits when we travelled together.

I walk up to Wolfie, giving him a heated smile as I trail the leather over his chest. Turning, I look over my shoulder, swishing the high ponytail as I look at Teddy and Prez. “Say them again, boys,” I murmur huskily.

“Unicorn,” Wolfie gulps, carefully keeping his hands on his thighs.

“Good boy, little Wolfie,” I murmur, leaning down to kiss him. I know my position has achieved its goal when low growls and groans echo from behind me. My back arches more, putting my ass on display for them.

Prez approaches first, looking at me for permission before he sits next to the vet on the bed. I nod, lips curving in pleasure, and he clears his throat. “Pumpkin Spice.”

“I’m sooo pleased,” I coo, treating him to the same kiss. This time, I wiggle my ass for effect.

Before I can stand, Teddy is behind me, pressed against my curves with the hard plains of his. “Tilly, you look positively edible. If you’re inclined to keep pets, I’ll allow it.”

I laugh throatily, rising and twisting until I’m facing his handsome face. “Teddy, we can’t have pets without the right equipment.”

He snorts, arching a brow. “Who says I don’t?”

Wolfie makes a noise, and I reach behind me, flicking my hand at his clothes. It should be enough instruction if he’s truly well trained. I hear the springs creak as both of my doctors stand and clothes fly past us piece by piece. Teddy and I are locked in place, both asserting dominance and neither giving in. I bat my lashes at him, and he growls, grabbing my chin roughly.

“I think Tilly needs a little encouragement, mates. Take the crop and warm her ass for me,” Edgar commands. He yanks my mouth to his, kissing my breath away as his other hand slides up my throat to place the enticing pressure on it. Our lips break, and this time he speaks to me, “Before they start, say it for me,drugar.”

“Bubbles,” I whisper, and not a second later, the first strike of the crop hits my right ass cheek. It’s firm enough to sting nicely, but not enough to be painful—that must be Presley. The next strike is on the left side, and it’s a palm. This one is harder, and it’ll leave a nice print that I’ll feel for a couple of days—that was Wolfie.

I’ve never played with so many archetypes and it’s intoxicating. Both the docs and I are in submissive positions, but Teddy is letting me top them as well. It’s hot as fuck, and we’ve just started. I didn’t realize that indulging both of my sides at once would be so goddamned sexy.

They get a few more strikes in before my chest tightens and I look up at Teddy. Heat flickers through my veins, and I give him a saucy wink. Spinning in his embrace, I turn to Presley. “Tie my darling boy to the bedposts. You’ll find hooks on the posts and restraints under the bed.”

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