Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“What do you think?”
Cam shot a look at Nolan. “You know what that means.”
“Give her a ten out of ten performance?”
“Well, that, too, but I was going to say don’t hold back. If you need to whimper, beg, cry out…do so. Let her see and hear your reactions.”
“That would be a good start,” Hope said, tongue-in-cheek. “But you’ll need to do more than that.”
“We’ll do plenty,” Cam assured her.
“Then I look forward to this show, Handsome. The curtain is just about to rise. The performers should take their places,” she suggested with a slight upward curve to her lips. “And this is where my direction ends.”
Oh shit. Normally, she made the demands; what to do, how to do it, and how often. Now it was up to them to figure out what she wanted?
He and Cam shared a glance. The confidence in Cam’s eyes silently told him that they had this.
True. However they played didn’t have to be perfect. All they had to do was entertain their temporary queen. Similar to how court jesters used to entertain the royals. Only, Nolan doubted they did it naked and by fucking and sucking another man.
But then, he wasn’t up on his history.
The Royalty Room had a lot of the same equipment and toys found in most of the other playrooms up in Heaven, but what made this one unique was the color scheme—all shades of purple—and the fact that a raised platform with a throne was the main focus. At the foot of that throne was a very narrow kneeling bench without padding. Also unlike in some of the other themed rooms, the St. Andrew’s Cross wasn’t padded, either.
Similar to the Puppy Play room, it had a cage in the corner, but the one in Room Seven was wood and made for a human. It wasn’t a dog crate, but tall and super narrow. The person standing in it would be forced to remain on their feet the whole time.
A fully adjustable obedience chair was bolted down to a platform similar to a Lazy Susan. It could be turned so the person sitting on the throne could see whatever action was happening.
Of course, Nolan fully expected to be the one in that chair with his legs strapped down and spread wide. The seat height could be raised or lowered depending on whether one was getting head or getting fucked.
“Handsome, there’s a suggestion wheel here if you’d like. You can use it if you need ideas on how to entertain your queen. Come get it.”
The Wheel of Misfortune included various ways to “torture” the occupants. Its location indicated that whomever was sitting on the throne normally spun it and directed the entertainers to do whatever it landed on.
Here, Hope wanted Cam to use it instead so she could simply sit back and enjoy the show.
After Nolan skimmed what was listed on the wheel, he internally cringed. Normally, he’d be fine with ass spanking—as long as it wasn’t too brutal—but it said: slap balls/pussy. He usually didn’t have a problem with a Wartenburg wheel, either, but if the arrow landed on that particular act, the spiked metal roller had to be used on genitals. And those were just two of the twelve pie wedges.
When Cam grabbed his face and pressed his mouth against Nolan’s, it made him forget the wheel for a moment. He parted his lips and Cam took that advantage to fully explore his mouth. Closing his eyes, Nolan melted into the kiss while heat swept through him and stirred his cock in his cargo shorts. He wrapped one hand around the back of Cam’s head, pulling them even closer together.
With Cam already hard and Nolan halfway there, Cam scrambled to tug Nolan’s shirt off, temporarily separating them. He then quickly peeled off his own and tossed it to the side. When their lips crashed together again, Cam quickly dropped his shorts and seconds later, Nolan’s were also pooled around his feet.
Cam ended the kiss and their eyes met as he stroked Nolan’s erection, thumbing the bead of precum that clung to the very tip. Cam held it up in front of Nolan’s face. “Lick my thumb clean.”
“Are you giving the orders now?” Nolan asked under his breath.
“Since Hope is handing the reins over to us, do you mind if I lead?”
Wow. Nolan hadn’t expected Cam to ask. He naturally stepped in as Hope’s number two. Or vice versa. Nolan was the only one out of the three who never took a dominant role. It simply wasn’t for him. He’d done enough of that during his time with the state police. At this point in his life, he was perfectly happy to let others take charge. “Now that you asked, I don’t mind.”
“Sorry to assume.”
“Too much chatter, boys,” came the scolding.
Their eyes met and their grins were there and gone in a flash.