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Hoping he wasn’t worried about her.

Chapter Eleven

Thinking ahead, she’d packed a couple of beach towels and a small fleece throw of her own. In the bathroom, she went ahead and stripped, donned her collar and cuffs, got her blindfold and gag out, and wrapped the throw around her. After stashing her clothes in the backpack, she used the bathroom, washed her hands, and headed back to rejoin the men.

She passed Cali on her way out. “Want me to stand by and watch, too?” Cali asked.

“You said you trust them, right?”

“Yeah, I just didn’t know if it’d make you feel better or not.”

“I appreciate it, but there are enough people here that if I feel I need to scream for help, I’m sure someone will step in.”

“Damn straight we will. Have fun.”

“Let’s hope so.”

Skye kept the throw pulled around her. She wasn’t bashful after all her time in the scene, but she wasn’t a nudist or exhibitionist, either. She handed Cris one of the beach towels to spread out on the bench and left the other one on her backpack, with the throw. He also took her blindfold and ball gag from her.

Then she turned to face Landry. “Whenever you’re ready, chief.”

He looked amused. “My, we trulyarethe brave one.”

She hoped she’d be the reason Cris got a second face-fucking that night. “Can’t all be green.”

He chuckled and pointed at the bench. “Whenever you’re ready, my dear.”

She climbed on, quickly settling into position. As he had with Bob, Cris knelt at her head while Landry used snap clips to attach her cuffs to the frame.

“No rope?” she asked.

“Bob likes a lot of bondage,” Cris said. “We opted for safety over security. If you need to stop, we can get you loose faster.”

“Surprisingly, that makes me feel better, not worse.”

“Oh, she’s a talker, Master,” he joked.

“We shall take care of that soon enough.”

Cris got the blindfold and ball gag on her. She had him keep the ball gag loose enough she could spit it out if she needed to, just in case they couldn’t understand her.

Darkness descended, and Cris firmly held her ponytail. “If you need to safeword at any time,” he softly said, “don’t hesitate.”

“Harder,” she mumbled.

“Huh?”

She pushed the gag out past her teeth. “My hair. Harder. You barely got me.”

He laughed and increased his grip, his other hand cupping the back of her neck. Her head now rested on his shoulder. “Better?”

“Yep.” She sucked the gag back in and prepared.

Landry’s hands settled on her shoulders. He waited for a moment, then slowly stroked down either side of her spine, up again, around her shoulders—

Ah. Mapping the territory.

He hadn’t done that with Bob, but since they played regularly, he likely hadn’t needed to. But Landry was looking for bones, muscles, seeing where it’d be safe to hit and with what.