chapter 1
Rex helped me with my heavy bags, peeking inside and raising an eyebrow. “Glow in the dark?”
It was my turn to smirk naughtily.
“Not sure you bought enough lube,” Lee said, reaching into a bag and hefting the gallon pump like it was a brick of lead and grunting with pretend effort.
“It’s not too late to go back in…” I let my voice trail off, but the bus took that opportunity to start moving.
“Too late now!” Lee lamented.
Foster peeked inside the box housing my brand new Wonder Woman boots, skimming his elegant fingers over the lid before prying it off and grinning widely. He speared me with a hungry look and told me, “I can’t wait to see you in these.”
Reluctantly, and with no small amount of trepidation, I asked them, “what did you guys end up buying?”
Rex was eager to show off his brand new, gleaming, silver cock-cage and I barked out a short, shrill laugh.
“Of course you did,” I sighed, shaking my head while smiling affectionately.
“But wait, there’s more,” he told me, like a Sunday afternoon infomercial, while dipping back into his bag and pulling an adjustable cock ring and anal beads out with a flourish. “And that’s not all,” he told us, brandishing fox ears and a faux fur fox tail with a burly, rounded, silver butt plug at its base.
“Wow,” I told him with amusement in my voice. “Those are quite the purchases.”
“And for a limited time, you’ll also get this special bonus offer,” he said, reaching down into the bottom of his bag and grabbing a black leather collar, with metal loops attached to it, and a leash from its depths.
“Impressive, pet,” I winked at him, just happy that they were for him and not me… I hoped.
I was still standing and Foster reached out for me, pulling me down onto his lap.
“I miss your touch,” he told me in a low voice, meant for my ears alone, as he wrapped his arms around me. I sank into his embrace. I missed his touch too. Foster’s arms always felt like home to me.
Connor dipped into his bag and my lower jaw dropped so hard I thought it might fall off. “Oh hell no!” I told him. “Veto! Capital V-E-T-O.”
That had everyone roaring with laughter.
“Condoms are lame,” Connor stated. “If I can’t cum inside you then I may as well wear a sheath,” he said, matter of factly.
“But,” I spluttered, feeling my face go crimson. “It’s a dog!” The sheath he picked out was a fucking red rocket! It was a canine cock, complete with a knot.
“It’s a werewolf,” Connor corrected me. “And I’m going to put you on all fours and mount you like my were-bitch,” he confidently declared. “Which brings us to my other purchase,” he pulled something silky and red out of the bag and tossed it at me.
A cape. It was a hooded, red cape. He grinned at me as he saw the realization dawn over me that he wanted me to play the Little Red Riding Hood to his Big Bad Wolf. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t opening up to the whole sheath idea.
“I’d pay really good money to watch you take that whole knot,” Foster said, reaching up to play with the pebbled tips of my breasts.
“I forgot to mention to you guys,” I said, frantically searching for more ways to decline the imposing toy. “I won’t put questionable materials inside my body. No plastic or rubber toys. Nothing porous, that can’t be sanitized properly.”
“It’s medical grade silicone, Maya.” Connor cut my objections short.
Well crap.
“Look what I’ve got for you Maya,” Lee cut into my reluctant acceptance of Connor’s toys. He held up a long length of soft, satiny, supple looking, red rope. “I thought I’d try my hand at shibari,” he explained. “I’ve got a few other restraints in here too,” he went on, pulling out a leather arm binder, a set of ankle, wrist and thigh cuffs, as well as some gags. There was a ball gag and a ring gag, and even a spreader bar.
“I didn’t know you were into leather, bondage and ropes,” I said, at a loss for anything better to say.
“Well now you do,” he replied with a deviant grin. “I can’t wait to tie you up and have my way.”
Gulp.
“What did you get me Foster?” I asked turning my head to the side to address him better.
He released one of my tits so he could pull something out of his bag, proclaiming, “a magic wand for my little Princess.”
“Jesus, that thing’s as big as my fucking arm,” I gasped worried about what it might do to my poor clit.
“Nonsense, lover,” Foster replied with a grin in his voice, clearly proud of his toy. “I promise you’re going to love each and every orgasm I force out of you, while Lee’s got you all nice and tied up,” he wickedly chuckled in my ear, making me squirm.
“There’s also a blindfold in there,” he went on. “And noise cancelling headphones,” he added. “You won’t even be able to tell who is doing what…” he trailed off, in a devilish whisper, and I shivered in his grip, my nipples getting even harder.
“Pace?” I questioned in a thin, reedy voice.
He didn’t reply, but he got up and headed into our cabin, coming back with a French maid’s outfit. It was an exact duplicate of the one he’d just fucked me in and my thighs clenched involuntarily at the not too distant memory. His seed was still seeping from my swollen cunt and coating the inside of my panties.
“Oh fuck, that’s so hot,” Connor groaned.
“And this,” Pace said, handing me another bulky bag.
I frowned in confusion and then gasped, when I recognized what the box contained within.
These were the boots. Pace had bought me the fucking boots I’d lusted after -and couldn’t have, because they would have broken my piggy bank.
“No!” I told him vehemently. “You have to take these back,” I said, shoving the box back into his hands.
“Too late, babygirl,” Pace smugly replied. “It’s already done and it’s way too late to turn back now.”
“These are way too much,” I said, shaking my head in denial.
“Besides,” he went on, not even listening to me. “I would pay a king’s ransom just to watch you walk around in them,” he said, pushing the box firmly back into my hands. “Not to mention what I’d pay,” he continued, while bringing his face closer and lowering his voice to dark rumble, “to fuck you in them.”
He kissed me hotly then, quickly closing the distance between our lips and claiming my mouth hungrily, before I could argue that I was not a damn prostitute.
“Let’s see these fucking things already, if they’re so special,” Connor demanded.
“Yeah Maya, put them on for us,” added Lee.
But the deal was sealed when Foster said, “let’s get a look at you in these fuck-me boots,” while prying the lid off and pulling one of the soft, black beauties from its packaging.
