Out of the Ashes (The Game 5)

“Lucian,” I called. “Aiko is freakishly ticklish under her feet. And she hates the vampire glove.”

“You asshole!” Aiko shouted. “Nooo! Please, Sir! Not my feet!”

I grinned, then went back to the water.

I’d earned enjoying this show. Greer and KC were the two Doms I was perfectly comfortable with when it came to sexual play with Tate, and I didn’t want us to apply restrictions where we didn’t need them. It was why I’d asked Greer to be here for this.

Shay made a second attempt to dive for a glowstick. The water wasn’t more than seven or eight feet deep in this part, but the visibility was poor. And then he started thrashing wildly.

He resurfaced with a loud gasp. “Fuck!” He was pulled under again, and considering River was his Owner, I knew Shay was gonna get his.

I could just imagine how it would feel as the Predator in that scene. Sliding my hands up Tate’s wet body underwater as he thrashed against me. Getting handsy, removing his jeans, finger-fucking him, pulling him deeper, fucking with his fears…

River let Shay resurface every few seconds, and the air was filled with breathless gasps and groans.

That settled it. We needed a water-based Game or a regular themed event at some point. I bet I could ask Walker to design toys inspired by sea creatures and monsters. A filthy Under the Sea affair.

Tate broke the surface with a glowstick in a tight grip.

I exhaled and kicked off my boots.

My boy could no longer claim he wasn’t into humiliation, and I wanted to push at his mind-set. When he was closer to the shore and the water reached his chest, Greer pulled him under, and I saw the sheer shock on Tate’s face before he disappeared.

Aiko and Ella whooshed by and ran out into the water. They were going to finish way before Shay and Tate.

“Lee!” Tate croaked, resurfacing. “What the fuck! Who’s—wait! Lemme breathe!”

Greer didn’t. As he slowly pushed Tate toward shallower waters, he yanked my boy under frequently, all while he wrestled Tate out of his pants. Or pulled them down, rather. And the next time Tate came up for air, he did it with a loud groan.

I hurried out there, into the waist-deep water, and let the cold wash through me. And I grabbed his face in my hands.

“What did I fucking tell you?” I whispered. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?”

“I-I—who—” he gasped.

“Are you sure it’s a who?” I squeezed his jaw. His eyes fluttered closed, and pain and unbridled pleasure flitted across his face. It was his fantasy. “Tell Master what an ass-slut you are.”

I had no words for how sexy he was. He was pushed against me with every thrust Greer forced upon Tate with the tentacle dildo. I’d picked out the toy myself; I knew how soft and slippery the silicone was that surrounded the curved dildo.

“I’m an ass-slut,” Tate moaned. “Your useless ass-slut.”

Tightening my grip on his jaw, I inched back just enough to face-slap him.

He cried out and clung to me. I slapped him again and again, and he was officially bucking uncontrollably against the toy Greer used on him.

“You couldn’t wait two minutes before you whored around again,” I accused quietly.

“Slap me,” he whimpered. “Please, Master.”

I didn’t. I reached below the surface and squeezed his balls instead.

His eyes flashed open with the onslaught of pain.

“This isn’t a fuckin’ reward,” I growled. “Get out of my face and head to the next station. Pathetic animal.”

He groaned, part in pleasure, part in feeling robbed. Greer eased away from him, and I pushed Tate roughly toward the shore. Aiko and Ella were waiting for him. And Shay.

“Get to it!” I barked out.

“I’m going!” Tate bitched, pulling up his soaking wet jeans.

My boy had the most fuckable little ass on earth.

Greer came up for air and removed the mouthpiece of the oxygen tank, and he grinned triumphantly. “That was hot.”

“A little too hot,” I admitted and adjusted my cock. “I hope Colt knocks him down a bit.”

Greer chuckled and inserted the mouthpiece again.

When all the groups had completed the first station, Greer and I were granted a ten-minute break that had very little to do with resting. River and Reese had already left, since it was a matter of minutes before the first group arrived at the third station.

Greer fished out the last glowsticks from the water; I lit up a smoke, stowed away the barbed wire, and yanked the wooden stakes from the ground that’d held the wire grid. Lastly, I tidied up the collection of toys. Soon enough, this would become Greer’s playground.

In the background, we heard the echoes from Colt’s station up on the cliff. We heard him bark out orders I hadn’t heard since I’d gone through recruit training in the Navy. From push-ups and jumping jacks to cadence chants and rope climbs.