Page 24 of Masters of Play

What in the name of kinkery was this?

There were banners being held up in the air. Letters of each color of the rainbow proclaimed in some fashion or another, Congratulations, Dr. Prince. By the time my brain finally worked out that those colorful words spelled my name, I saw my girlfriends coming toward me, arms open, offering hugs.

Maree swept me up from the right. Josie wrapped her arms around me from the left. The applause and praise grew closer until it surrounded me and swallowed me whole.

Tears stung my eyes. Be it from the swell of praise or the letdown of before, I would never admit to. I eyed the throne being sat down at my feet. It was the Queen's chair. I knew that to be true because a few feathers clung to the upholstery. But the Queen herself was conspicuously absent where the woman was always in the club being paraded around.

I didn't spare the absent regent too much thought. I was seeing double vision. Owen and Alan were at the opposite end of the gauntlet of people who wanted to congratulate me.

For once in his life, Alan couldn't wait. He started toward me, moving through the throng of people who were eager to praise my accomplishments.

"You have helped so many people here in this community," said one such kinkster. "You deserve this for all of your good work in the past and what you will continue to do for all of us."

They were right. This was where I would make a difference. I couldn't help those who didn't want help. Those who wouldn't admit that they needed it.

"Did you bang the professor?" asked Josie. "Was he longer than a ruler?"

"No," I said.

"No, you didn't bang him?" asked Maree. "Or no, he was riding the short bus? Because I highly doubt that with—"

"I'll tell you about it later," I said just as Alan reached me.

He held a thin piece of rope in his palm. It was no thicker than a shoelace. He twined rope through his fingers as he regarded me.

"Is that for me?" I asked.

"No," Alan said, tucking the rope in his back pocket. "I tie people up to give them relief. I fuck as a reward."

Fuck was often the word for affection in this kinky kingdom. Was that what Alan was saying? Did he have affection for me? Did I want him to? Did I feel anything for him?

Alan took my hand and led me away from my party. No one booed at the guest of honor being taken away. Instead, they all cheered. Inside the room Alan led me into, Owen sat cross-legged on the bed. He smiled when he saw me.

"I have a belly ache, Doctor," Owen said, rubbing his six pack.

"I'm not that kinda doctor, Owen."

"You're our kind of doctor," he said. "Take your clothes off so we can see you right now."

Chapter Fifteen

Neither twin helped me undress. They both sat on the bed and watched my every move, their eyes tracking as if they had one brain. Owen lounged back against the headboard. Alan sat at the edge of the mattress as if sprung to strike at a second's notice.

I kicked off the dress slacks that had been confining me all day. Instead of bothering with buttons, I tugged the blouse over my head. My fingers worked to unfasten the clasp of my bra. Once free, I tossed the scant bit of lace at Alan's face.

"Brat," he said as he caught the lace. He stood then, coming toward me. "Hands."

I felt a bit of relief flood through me as I offered him my hands. I didn't want to be entirely free in this. I wanted them to hold me down. I didn't want many choices. I wanted them to make me do whatever it was that they had planned for me.

Alan, glorious devil that he was, bound my hands with my bra. He even used the metal clasp to secure my hands in place. When he was done, my double-Ds were propped up by nothing but my forearms.

With my upper body properly trussed up, Alan guided me to the bed. He shoved me down onto Owen's lap. Instead of immediately pulling his dick out, Owen held my face between his hands.

"Hey, Kellie," he said against my lips.

"Hey, Owen."

"I missed you today."