Page 40 of A Submissive's Gift
With a whoosh, four pairs of pants were lowered, followed by the almost silent slide of silk over flesh.
“Now, look,” Ariel said and turned her head to look over her shoulder. She smiled as she watched three sets of eyes widen as the proof of their Doms’ as well as Harry’s depraved sense of humor became clear. Though each bottom sported a different set of impressions, all four bore evidence of what Ariel had been speaking about.
“Oh my god, that’s crazy!” Nancy said, her eyes jumping from one set of buttocks to another. “Though, I might add, hardly fair as Liz’s looks blurred or something. I can’t make a single letter out.”
Elizabeth strained her neck attempting to see her own backside but couldn’t contort enough. “Why? What does it look like?”
“Hold on,” Ariel said, almost tripping in her haste to move across the room to where her mother was reaching into a bag she’d brought into the room with her. “Mom?”
“Be careful, sweetheart. Let’s not add insult to supposed injury,” Helen said, her lips twitching with her own humor. “I’ve got them.” She pulled out a pair of large oval-shaped handmirrors and walked to Elizabeth. “You hold one and I’ll stand behind you. Look at your mirror and you can see.”
Elizabeth accepted the mirror though she looked rather dubious. It took a bit of adjusting her position but soon enough she could see what had Nancy confused. “Oh my.”
“Oh my?” Nancy echoed. “I’m pretty sure it takes more letters to say that even when they appear to be in some alien alphabet.”
Elizabeth smiled and giggled as her eyes roamed over the words,Mein frecher kleiner Schatz.“It’s not alien, it’s German. It saysMy naughty little treasure.Though I’m thinking it’s still not readable as the letters and words are backward. Unless you look in a mirror, of course.”
“Exactly!” Ariel said, gesturing toward her own backside. “Garrett stood me in front of the bathroom mirror so I could see that I’m now marked with his claim that I’m hisnaughty little mermaid.”
“And me?” Barbara asked, giggling even as she accepted the mirror from Helen. “Oh, that’s sort of sweet!”
Nancy rolled her eyes even as she smiled, having worked out that the backward lettering on Barbara’s butt proclaimed her asDaddy’s naughty Little bunny.
“I can’t figure yours out though,” Ariel said, squinting as if that would improve her eyesight as she stared at Nancy’s bared bottom. “I know they’re backward, but what on earth are all those letters spelling?”
Elizabeth laughed and provided the answer without the benefit of a mirror. “Hers saysMy naughty, happy little exhibitionist.Happy no doubt referring to the Happy Meal she usually consumes before her paddling. Perfect for our Nancy if you ask me.”
“Of course it does,” Nancy huffed but the others could see she was amused. “Good grief, do our men have their own meetings to think up ways to humiliate us?”
“I think it’s more that they want to make sure that by marking us, even temporarily, we won’t forget we are loved by the men who’ve claimed us so prominently,” Barbara offered as she ran her hand over her bottom a last time before pulling her panties and leggings up.
Delighted that her sister was definitely one of the group, Ariel rearranged her clothing and grinned. “I can guarantee that they talk. Since they’ve started with that whole Alpha Note thing and I can’t pass a Dairy Queen without my tummy fluttering, believe me, they talk. I guess we can’t complain. At least they keep life interesting.”
Elizabeth tilted her head toward Helen who was returning the mirrors to her bag. “Mom? Care to share?”
“Who me?” Helen said, totally unable to hide the smile that lit her entire face.
“You’re the only mom in here,” Ariel pointed out.
“And we did see one of those boxes addressed to Dad,” Barbara offered.
“Let’s just say that mine claims I’m hisdarling, naughty princess.”
“Ahh, that is so sweet,” Elizabeth said, reaching out to give the older woman a hug. “It is a perfect claim coming from your frog prince.”
Everyone cheered and Nancy lifted her glass. “Here’s to our alphas and fast food. We have to admit—we love them both.”
The clinking of glasses tapped together signaled everyone’s agreement. Once the short meeting ended, Barbara placed the glasses into the dishwasher as Elizabeth made sure the fire was safe behind a large screen. The woods around the lake echoed with the sounds of laughter as the women made their way backto the cabins—their way made clearer as the door to Elizabeth and Logan’s cabin opened, light spilling out as five men happily put aside their cards to join their wives and fiancées.
Goodnights were given as the couples split to go to their own cabins. It was an early night but knowing that the next few days would be a true test of what Haven could be, no one complained as lights were extinguished and heads were laid onto pillows.
“You okay,liebchen?” Logan asked, when he heard Elizabeth sigh into her pillow.
“Just nervous and a little scared,” she admitted. Despite her earlier words and the reassurances of her friends, she didn’t seem able to chase away the thoughts of what might happen when the place she and they had worked so hard to prepare, the hotel that they had spent the last week in, loving every room, every fixture, every feature, opened to the public for the first time. “What if my dream becomes a nightmare? What if people think I’m just some sort of depraved sex addict?”
Logan threw back the covers and pulled on his jeans. Elizabeth sat up, watching as he pulled on a shirt and shoes and then held out his hand to her. “Come on, I believe there was one place we neglected to be sure was ready for tomorrow.”
Her confusion showed, but she climbed out of bed and accepted the clothing he held out, dressing in much the same attire as Logan. They left the cabin and he led her to where Ben’s ATV sat, the key in the ignition. “Logan, where are we going? The noise might wake everyone up.”
