Page 264 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

“That sounds like an excellent plan. Now.” Saul rubbed his hands together, a gleam Connor recognized all too well in his eye. “Tell me more about this pig roast.”

Chapter Four

Vicky

“Haha, free at last!” Maybe she should feel guilty about tricking the husbands—and she didn’t think she would ever get tired of calling Saul that, even just in her head—but if they’d been more reasonable, then she and Hayleigh wouldn’t feel the need to sneak around. Besides, they’d come out of the bathroom and seen the guys deep in convo and figured they wouldn’t be missed for a few more minutes. “How have you been? Tell me everything!”

Hayleigh laughed.

“I don’t think we have enough time for me to tell you everything,” she said, giggling and glancing nervously around the little alcove they’d found. It was right next to the luau and had a comfortable lounging couch in it as well as a little table and big squishy ottoman. Being on the beach it was all outdoor furniture, but it was really comfy outdoor furniture.

It was also really kinky outdoor furniture. Vicky didn’t miss the little rings and places to secure restraints that were attached to, well, everything. But she and Hayleigh could ignore them for right now.

They could still hear all the noise from the luau, including the music, and she figured they had probably at least one or two more songs before the guys got suspicious.

“Well, tell me what you can. Where are you guys staying? Saul got us one of the oceanside villas, we’re on the south side of the island and I swear it’s like we’re totally alone until we come back to the main building. It would be a little creepy if it wasn’t so beautiful.”

“We got a villa, too! I’m a little scared to know what Connor paid for it,” Hayleigh said with a laugh. “But it’s so worth it. Never in a million years would I have dreamt of something so perfect for our honeymoon. It almost doesn’t feel real.”

“And have you met the owner yet? Oh. My. God.” Vicky fanned herself. Hayleigh covered her face, though not before Vicky had seen her turn bright pink even in the dim lighting.

“I thought I was going to die when he spoke. His accent.”

Javier was a seriously sexy older man with an accent like Antonio Banderas. She might be married now, but she wasn’t dead, and she’d been drooling. From Hayleigh’s reaction, she hadn’t been the only one.

“Do you think he’s a Daddy?” Vicky asked. “He looks like he could be a Daddy. Or a Zaddy.”

Hayleigh snorted.

“I don’t know. I don’t want to think about it, I felt guilty enough just noticing him on my honeymoon.”

“Honey, you would have to be dead not to notice him.” Vicky shook her head. “It’s like being at a museum. We can look, we just can’t touch or take it home with us.”

Cracking up, Hayleigh reached out and hugged her.

“Oh my god, I missed you! I don’t care that it’s only been a couple of days, it’s been torture knowing that you’re here on the island and we can’t talk.”

Squeezing her back, Vicky felt a rush of warmth go through her.

“I know! If we’d been at different places it would have been one thing, but knowing we are here and can’t hang out? What the hell?! Saul and I went swimming with dolphins today and all I could think about was how much you would have loved it.”

“Oh my god, Connor and I were talking about doing that tomorrow!” Hayleigh threw up her hands, sitting up straight again. “What would have been so wrong about doing some of the vanilla stuff together?”

“Or even the kinky stuff.” Vicky huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “We could have totally gone to some of the demonstrations together and compared notes. They’re being so unreasonable.”

“Oh are we?” The mild tone of the question was at complete odds with Vicky and Hayleigh’s reactions as their husbands melted out of the shadows and into the alcove with twin expressions on their faces. She and Hayleigh shrank in toward each other on the couch, leaning against each other for support. Saul crossed his arms over his chest. “No, no, don’t stop now, babygirl. Please. Keep talking about how unreasonable we are.”

Even though she knew it wasn’t the smartest move in the world, something about Saul’s demeanor brought Vicky’s brat rushing to the surface. She scowled back at him.

“Incredibly unreasonable, especially because you’re looking at us like we did something wrong when you know we’ve been wanting time together all week.” She pushed her chin up into the air stubbornly, ignoring Hayleigh’s frantic shushing noises. “It’s our honeymoon too, we should also get a say in what we do on it, and both of us wanted to see each other.”

“Funny enough, these two unreasonable Daddies were talking about just that while you were supposedly in the bathroom,” Saul said a little grimly, gesturing with one hand back and forth between himself and Connor. Hayleigh’s Daddy also had his arms crossed over his chest and was glowering at Hayleigh. Vicky shifted a little trying to put herself in the way of his dark gaze. She wasn’t exactly a Little, not like Hayleigh was, and she often found herself wanting to protect her friend. “We were talking about doing something all together tomorrow.”

Not to be deterred, Vicky crossed her arms over her chest as well, leaning forward even more to hide Hayleigh further behind her.

“Well, it might have been nice if you’d, you know, actually talked to your wife about that.” Eep. Why couldn’t she just quit while she was ahead? Even before the words came out of her mouth she knew she was setting herself up for a punishment, but that hadn’t stopped her.

It rarely did.

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