Page 63 of A Little Christmas: Rivi
“Like an orgasm that doesn’t stop,” Maddy added.
“I would be afraid.”
“It’s not for everyone. I don’t do it anymore,” Ozzy said flatly, then turned his attention back to the cars. “Zoom zoom.” Hedived back into playing, seemingly not interested in the topic any longer.
About half an hour later, the lights flickered, then dimmed. Everything quieted.
“Thank you all for coming to my party.” Uncle Trent’s voice sounded over a microphone.
“Is everybody having fun?”
“Yeah!” It was a unified roar of voices.
We littles sat back on our rumps and looked toward the front of the room. We had a good view because we were right alongside that area. People were on the couches now, and in the chairs. There was a crowd by the bar that seemed never to dissipate.
“Well, then let’s ramp things up a little.”
“Yeah!”
“But before we do, my good friend Briar and I have a scene we’d like to present together.”
“Go for it,” someone called out. Others in the crowd joined in, making friendly cracks.
My skin heated. I had been told they had something planned, but now I was apprehensive as well as curious. I’d never thought of Uncle Trent in any BSDM way, let alone sexually. And Briar, well, wasn’t he dating me, now?
It all confused me, but I kept my mind open. Briar had been honest with me. He hadn’t told me what the presentation was, but he did say it was for old-time’s sake. He and Uncle Trent used to “club” together. But they weren’t lovers.
“A relationship wouldn’t work between us,” he’d explained. “We were and are both doms. Our eyes wandered to others.”
Others like me. He didn’t have to say that for me to know it was true.
Through the dimness, a spotlight popped on. I leaned back on my elbows and watched as my new daddy and Uncle Trent walked into the light and turned to face the crowd.
They were both almost the same height. They wore nearly identical leathers. And they were both muscular, deeply tanned, broad-shouldered. Beautiful. Uncle Trent was a bit darker than Briar, but they could have been brothers.
Light, industrial music began to play again in the background. The two men turned to face each other and embraced. Next thing I saw, they were both holding short whips with lots of tails.
They beckoned into the crowd. A young man stepped forward wearing only a short leather skirt. It had flaps, like in Roman times, and they jiggled as he walked.
The man allowed Briar and Uncle Trent to cuff his wrists and ankles to the cross. As the music played with a steady beat in the background, they began their dance from both sides.
They ran their small whips over the man’s back and thighs, up and down, stroking. Their muscles bulged. They looked focused, almost obsessed. Even scary for someone like me who hadn’t seen this before from the two men he admired the most.
Uncle Trent struck first. I blinked hard in reaction to the sound of leather strips hitting naked flesh.
Briar struck a second later.
The young man groaned.
Soon, the doms were covering the man’s beautiful, unblemished skin with red marks. Sweat ran down their muscled bodies, making them shine. They were both clearly enjoying this. Briar’s crotch pouch had grown.
I couldn’t help but feel that was my place. I had been gifted that part of him. I breathed in hard.
“It’s okay.” Ozzy put an arm around my shoulders. “It’s like touching a sex toy and feeling aroused. That’s what the whipdoes to Trent. Briar, too, I’m guessing. But that’s the past. They’re both daddies now.”
“Briar’smydaddy,” I said firmly.
“Look at them. They’re both so gorgeous,” Ozzy whispered.
