Lloyd takes on the role of orgy facilitator. ‘What I’ve done,’ he says, ‘is put all the kinky stuff in our bedroom. So if you want a spot of kink, you can take yourself in there. If you don’t, you can use the guestroom, or the living room. What I’m hoping for is a bit of cross-pollination, though – people trying out new things with different partners. There are bowls of condoms scattered around the place, along with lubricants and other stuff. If anyone wants anything, just ask me or Soph. So, I think I’d quite like a blow job from Jade, if she’s up for it. How about you, Sophie?’
‘We get to choose?’
‘Of course. We’re the bride and groom. It’s our special day.’
I like this way of looking at it. ‘I’m open to suggestion,’ I say, looking around the room. ‘Who wants to go first?’
I deliberately avoid catching Lincoln’s eye, because I have him in mind for the grand finale. A man of Lincoln’s size needs some working up to.
Mal steps forwards and beckons. ‘I’ve wanted a piece of you for some time,’ he says.
He is the only man I haven’t fucked yet, so it seems only polite to give him first dibs. ‘Which piece?’ I grin.
‘The cheekiest,’ he says, reaching around me to pinch my sparkling bum.
‘You doms are all the same,’ I drawl. ‘Arse men through and through.’
‘That’s a very daring tone to take with me,’ he says, leaning down and speaking into my ear. His dove-grey silk tie nestles in my cleavage. ‘Brave girl.’
‘What are you going to do about it?’
He steers me around by my shoulder and marches me to the kink bedroom. O and Rachael trot after us, apparently stricken by Vanilla Fear. To my surprise, Lincoln and Jake follow on, experiencing the opposite effect – Kink Curiosity.
Only Lloyd and Jade are left to get down to straightforward oral sex in the living room.
In the bedroom I am made to kneel by the bed with my hands behind my back while Mal ransacks the baskets of toys, looking for his favourites.
In the background, I hear Jake complimenting Rachael on her outfit. I hope this will lead to something steamier in due course.
Meanwhile, I have my own fate to contemplate. Mal has found a butt plug and some soft plaited rope, not to mention a really unpleasant plastic fly-swatter thing that Lloyd customised into a spanking implement.
‘Good,’ says Mal, putting all his treasures down beside him on the bed. ‘Up you get, Sophie, and over my knee, for starters.’
‘I’m not keen on that fly swatter,’ I mention.
‘Did I give you permission to speak?’
I shake my head at him. ‘Actually, Mal, I’m not your submissive, and I don’t really want to be. Can we just make the dynamic “Sophie wants a spanking so Mal gives her one”? Would that be too strange for you?’
Mal blinks. ‘Not at all. Just … obviously I’m used to dominating.’
‘I know you are. Try something new, eh? You never know – you might like it.’
‘Well, why not? It’s your night, after all. But I would like to get you over my knee, so …?’
‘I can oblige.’ I bend over his lap, settling myself comfortably into the good wool of his trousers, relieved that he isn’t wearing cold, slippery leather tonight. ‘I still don’t like the fly swatter.’
‘I’m afraid the fly swatter is non-negotiable.’
‘Mm, well, at least it isn’t the … no, I won’t say. Might give you ideas.’
‘I do have an idea, as it happens. I’d like to bind your wrists with my silk tie. What do you say to that?’
‘I wouldn’t be able to defend myself at all.’
‘No. Exactly. Well, you could use your safe word, I suppose. Do you remember your safe word?’
‘I think I’ll just tell you to stop, if that’s OK.’