Page 148 of Their Fairy Princess (Office Intrigue Duet 7)
Dante, not to be left out of the sexy costume department, was wearing what equated to an erotic jockstrap. A single black band circled his hips with two thin black chains that connected to a pouch that barely covered the head of his dick. There was absolutely nothing left to the imagination, that was for damn sure.
Not that I was complaining. I certainly didn’t mind watching my sexy submissives mingling in those outfits. In fact, I had every intention of making them wear them when we got back home. Perhaps while they were tending to their chores.
As we were weaving through the people milling about, I heard someone call my name. Isaac and I turned as Trent Ramsey sauntered over. I’d been introduced to his submissives, Clarissa and Troy, already, and along with Everly and Dante, they’d been relocated so they could all perform their duties, along with every other submissive brought this evening. Tonight, submissives were not allowed to mingle with the Dominants.
“Glad I caught up with you,” he said, reaching out to shake my hand, then Isaac’s. “Glad you could make it.”
“I’d bet money you’re the reason we got an invitation.”
“I’m not top dog here tonight,” he said, motioning toward a set of chairs not occupied.
In his mind, maybe.
I took a seat, set my whiskey on my knee, turning my attention to him. “What’s up?”
“I never did ask what you thought.” He motioned toward us with an unlit cigar he had between his fingers.
“About?”
He smirked. “Travis Walker.”
Ah. Travis Walker, the owner of the exclusive fetish resort that had certainly taken the small town of Coyote Ridge by surprise many years ago. We’d spent two weeks there on a so-called vacation.
“I liked him,” Isaac said, already knowing Trent’s take on the man.
Trent had a fondness for Travis Walker, but due to his endeavors, there was a mild jealousy that he couldn’t hide if he tried. I’d heard stories from Travis himself, regarding Trent’s need to build something bigger and better than anything Travis or his brothers could come up with. Travis, very comfortable in his own skin and the life he’d built for himself, was not bothered by that, though Travis’s husband did have a penchant for bringing it up.
“You would,” Trent joked, grinned. “I do think we’ll make Walker jealous by the time we’re finished.”
“Travis mentioned you’d say that,” I told him, unable to hide my grin.
“Did he?”
“He did,” Isaac confirmed.
“So, what do you think of the party?” Trent asked, changing the subject smoothly.
“I haven’t been to one of these in a while.”
“It’s on my plan for the resort,” he said. “I figure monthly would be ideal.”
“Over-the-top? Like this?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“I’m sure Talon will ensure that’s handled,” I told him, although I would be interested in seeing Talon’s idea of over-the-top.
“Is he here?” Isaac asked, his eyes scanning the room.
“Yeah. Down in the dungeon, I think.” Trent’s attention focused on me. “You get a chance to visit it yet?”
I shook my head. Although everyone had boasted about how great TJ’s dungeon was, I had no reason to venture that direction. “Something specific you want us to scope out when we’re down there?”
“No. I’m quite content with my own dungeons.”
I was quite fond of them myself, having visited the Dichotomy dungeon as recently as last week, when we took Dante and Everly to play.
Trent leaned forward, his eyes serious. “I did want to thank you both for taking on this endeavor. You know, helping out with the resort. I know it’s out of your comfort zone, but I have complete faith that you’ll both handle it exactly as it should be handled.”
I nodded. “Thank you for giving us the opportunity.”
“What do the pets think of the change?” he asked.
“We kept it a secret for as long as we could,” I told him. “Figured they would hear about it soon enough, so we told them this morning.”
“And…?” Trent glanced between us.
“They tried to pretend it wasn’t a big deal that we would no longer be leaving them alone, but we could see it. They weren’t any happier with us traveling than we were. They seemed content to know we’d be home every night.”
“Good. I’m glad it’s working out. Well”—Trent got to his feet—“I better make my rounds, check on my own pets. Clarissa was not at all keen on the idea of serving as a table this evening.”
“Tell her she was the lucky one,” Isaac noted. “Everly’s a statue.”
“That doesn’t sound too bad,” Trent said, clearly not understanding the problem.
“Oh, sorry.” Isaac chuckled. “Did I forget to mention she’s a statue in the water fountain? Had to slip off the hose and shoes, too.”
Trent’s grin was slow and wicked. “I’ll have to check that out.”
“You should. She’s rather delightful.” The deep voice had us all turning as Talon stepped up.
He was one of the few men I had to look up to. Him and Zeke Lautner, being that they were the same height, clocking in at six eight. I was pretty sure they ate small animals for meals considering they were probably as wide as they were tall, solid muscle. Granted, that was where the similarities ended. Talon had long black hair that hung well past his thick shoulders. His Native American heritage was prominent, his dark eyes usually shielded by a pair of dark glasses.
