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I hadn’t thought about it when I said it, but it fit. It’d only been a few days, but we were falling into a pattern that made him more ours than mine.

“I feel like I should be thanking you, for fitting into our lives so smoothly. You want to ride him until we get there? We should have another fifteen or so minutes.”

“Oh, it won’t take me that long.” She patted his now bare ass, since his pants had either fallen down, or Micca had pushed them down. “On your back, Davy.”

I handed her a condom, she rolled it on Davy’s cock, straddled him, and found a decent rhythm, but I could tell she wasn’t quite there yet. Her hand went to her clit and her rhythm smoothed out and then sped. Sure enough, less than five minutes later she sat still and came while being rougher with her clit than I’ve dared, since she claims she isn’t a masochist.

I was beginning to wonder about that a little, so once Davy’s mouth was back on my cock with Micca lying prone on the floor of the limo, face up, her eyes closed, I told her, “I’m thinking maybe we should explore some clit play with you. No power exchange, but a little pain mixed in with the pleasure.”

“Maybe. No impact play, but the suction cups might work in that scenario.”

“Needles?”

She blew out a breath. “Let’s have that discussion in three months. I need some more space from…” A deep sigh. “Fuck, I wish I could talk to you about this shit.”

Whatever happened meant needles were bad? I had no idea what to make of that, but I told her, “Of course. We’ll figure it out.”

* * * *

Micca

Bran had addicted me to his bite, and that meant anything that penetrated my skin could bring me to instant orgasm —especiallymy clit and nipples. You haven’t lived until a vampire has injected their pleasure venom into your clit. I could do without the painful venom, but I still got off if he wanted me to, even when it hurt.

But I couldn’t explain any of that to Will, so I changed the subject.

“Are we going to make our boy do the ropes course with the heaviest plug in?”

Will shook his head. “Do you know how to put a ball divider on? I want him to remember he’s owned while we’re out and about.”

I felt a smile form before I realized I was going to. Ilovedthe idea of him being slightly uncomfortable for our outing. No pain, but he’d remember who owned his balls. “I do, and that’s an excellent plan.”

Will’s device looped around the base of the cock and then encircled each ball, fully dividing them. Not terribly tight, so circulation wouldn’t be an issue, but enough to keep them separated. Davy moaned partway through installation, and I licked his fully erect cock on the underside from the base to the tip, kissed the tip, and went back to work.

“God, Sir. I’m addicted to your hands, even when they’re hurting me instead of pleasuring me.”

“Not hurting you now,” I noted. “Not especially pleasuring you, either.” When I finished, I told him, “Kneel up in front of Will for inspection.”

He couldn’t stand in the limo, but Will’s big on inspecting his slave multiple times a day, so I did my best to provide opportunities when I thought it relevant.

“It’s a good look on you,” Will said. “Knees and elbows facing away from me, so I can pull your plug.”

I handed Will a plastic bag to put the plug into once he finally stopped fucking Davy with it and pulled it all the way out. The limo has a small screen built into our compartment that shows the route and the ETA, and it showed we were three minutes from arrival, so Will said, “Pants back on, slave, and do something with your hair.”

* * * *

Davy

I combed my hair and floofed it the way Daisy had shown me, and then kneeled in front of Master and Sir, fully dressed with athrobbinghard on.

Master leaned forward to give me a quick peck on the lips and said, “Slightly different rules here. If someone speaks to you directly, be a Southerner and talk back, but keep it light. If you aren’t sure what to say, look at me and I’ll figure it out. We’ll be in line to ride the cable car back down the mountain, and it’s rude to ignore people in that situation. We were mostly kept separate from people at the zoo, but that won’t be the case, here.”

And then he and Micca were out of the limo, and I had to crawl to the door and then get out.

The sky hike thing was okay. I mean, you got hooked up to keep you from falling, so it wasn’t terribly scary. I wasn’t a big fan of the climbing wall, but Master and Micca seemed to reallyenjoy it. Master insisted I make it to the top of one of the easier paths, so I did. Again, you were hooked up so you wouldn’t fall, but it was still kind of scary.

From there, we ran a trail around the mountain and a little ways up it for about a mile, and then ran to the top from there, which was nearly another mile, but the whole thing felt like a five-mile run because it wasalluphill. I had to bend over and catch my breath when we finally stopped at the summit, but Master was barely winded and Micca didn’t seem even a tiny bit out of breath.

Master put his hand on my back while I was leaned over and said, “Looks like we need to add a run to the bottom of the ridge and back up. I’ll talk to Ranger about the best path. Possibly leaving the back garage and heading down that side, or running along the top and then going down the other side, which I believe is steeper.”