Suncoast Society: A Very Kinky Valentine's Day Part 1

A VERY KINKY VALENTINE'S DAY.

Suncoast Society.

Tymber Dalton.

DEDICATION.

To Tara and Trish, for all the virtual coffee and booze. And to Sir, for the s.a.d.i.s.tic ideas. (I wish Lorens light-up hearts were made up).

AUTHORS NOTE.

My characters dont always cooperate and agree when I want to coax a full book out of any particular set of them. But the members of the Suncoast Society do love to throw a good party, and apparently didnt mind me reporting about their private Kinkmas party. So heres a look at one of their private Valentines Day parties.

While the books in the Suncoast Society series are standalone works which may be read independently of each other, the recommended reading order to avoid spoilers is as follows:.

1. Safe Harbor.

2. Cardinals Rule 3. Domme by Default 4. The Reluctant Dom.

5. The Denim Dom 6. Pinch Me.

7. Broken Toy 8. A Clean Sweep 9. A Roll of the Dice.

10. His Canvas 11. A Lovely Shade of Ouch.

12. Crafty b.a.s.t.a.r.ds 13. A Merry Little Kinkmas.

14. Sapios.e.xual.

15. A Very Kinky Valentines Day.

Most of the characters who appear in this book also appear in other books in the Suncoast Society series. All t.i.tles are available from Siren-BookStrand.

Chapter One.

An e-mail sent out by Ross to specially selected members of the Suncoast Society munch group:.

January 15th Dear Friends, Gilo and abbey (or Abbey and gilo, depending on whos in which role that night) would like to invite you and your significant and non-significant others to a kinky Valentines Day Pink-and-Red a.s.ses Party.

Dress up (or down!) for a s.e.xy night of festivities.

Please bring an inexpensive gag gift for our Valentines exchange. (s.e.xy, or not, your call. Maybe a chance for you to ditch those things you picked up during work holiday parties, or what Tilly saddled you with at Kinkmas!) And riggers, dont forget your ropes. There will be a suspension frame provided if youd like to make use of it. Well also have a rope contest, and the crowd-judged favorite will win a $50 gift certificate to Sigalos. (Thank you, Tony and Shayla, for that donation.) The event takes place Sat.u.r.day, February 15th.

RSVP to Ross BEFORE Monday, February 10th. Directions and parking information will be sent to those who RSVP on Tuesday, February 11th.

Arrive after 6:00 p.m.

Dinner will be at 7:00 p.m.

Stay and play until ???

There is a heated pool and a hot tub. If youd like to use them, bring a towel and a bathing suit. The towel is mandatory, but the suit is optional.

This is a potluck, so please bring a side dish to share, and beverages of your choice. There will be a main barbecue dish provided (beef and chicken).

House Rules: 1)Please arrive in non-fetish attire. The neighbors are very vanilla and we do not want to upset their peaceful world.

2)Dress for a s.e.xy barbecue and if you want to change (or strip) after dark for s.e.xy play, thats okay, too.

3)Dont bring uninvited guests (we usually say yes if you want to add someone, but please ask first), and please dont talk about the party to anyone not on the guest list.

4)NO drugs. No smoking inside (outside on lanai ONLY in designated area).

5)Alcohol is allowed, but you must bring your own and play responsibly.

6)While the lanai is open to play, no whips, impact play, or otherwise loud play outside, please. Meaning gag those noisy o.r.g.a.s.mers, one way or another. While there is a privacy fence, the neighbors might hear. (And the only handcuffs, tasers, and riot batons we want to see are the ones we bring, not the po-pos.) 7)Please leave the parking s.p.a.ces near the house free for people bringing play furniture. If you wish to bring play furniture, please coordinate with Ross, Seth, or Tony

Chapter Two.

John Gilomen, Gilo to many of his friends in the kink community, stared at his handiwork. Well, hon? What do you think?

Abbey studied the setup. It was Friday evening, Valentines Day. Theyd agreed to spend a quiet night at home, since V-Day being on a Friday meant itd be absolutely nuts if they went out. Tomorrow night during the private party they were throwing would be their official Valentines Day celebration.

On his way home from work, John had stopped by a home improvement store to pick up supplies. Now, Tortoise Town lay surrounded by a waist-high barrier of orange construction mesh draped over sawhorses on their lanai.

Its definitely visible, Abbey said. If anyone runs into it, theyd have to be blind. Or blindfolded.

We can set him up in his bunker and put it in our bedroom for the night, if you want. I dont mind bringing it in and setting it up.

Theyd started calling the backup plastic kiddie pool they used to corral the Russian tortoise in the house the bunker, because it usually meant the weather was so bad they couldnt leave George out in his lanai enclosure, either because of rain or cold temperatures.

The second of which, fortunately, being in Sarasota, didnt happen very often.

The first, however No, Im sure h.e.l.l be okay, she said. Well set up chairs along it with the backs turned to it. And well warn everyone to be careful. Theyve all been here before. They know the drill.

If youre sure.

I am.

George was her baby, over twenty-two years old. Abbey had purchased the Russian tortoise as a hatchling when she was in college, from parents of a friend of hers, who were reputable tortoise breeders. She didnt have kids, and doubted she ever would.

But she had George.

The tortoise, roused by their activity, had emerged from his house and sat staring at them, blinking before ambling over toward where they stood.

Oh, darn, she said. He wants his treat.

John chuckled. Ill go get it.

She leaned over the barricade and reached down, stroking the tortoises head. Daddys going to get your romaine, buddy.

Theyd had a few smaller parties here at Johns, and even more times where theyd had people over for dinner in the months since theyd gotten engaged. Being with John felt more right than anything shed ever known.

And that John loved George, doted on him, meant more to her than she suspected John would ever understand.

Tomorrow night theyd be hosting a Valentines Day party for their close-knit friends from the Suncoast Society munch group.

A kinky party, bound to be a bawdy good time, knowing their friends.

John returned with the romaine lettuce and hand-fed it to the tortoise. I cant believe you wouldnt let me get the Cupid costume for him. It was adorable.

Hey, I let you put the Santa hat on him for our greeting cards. And I let you talk me into letting Max and Sean use him for some of their promo pics with Baxter. She shook her head. A tortoise Dom. Whod a thunk it?

Whod have thought a submissive cat?

I dont think putting Baxter in a gimp suit costume makes him any more submissive than it does you, she said with a smirk.

You never know. He glanced up at Abbey with that s.e.xy grin he had, the one which always melted her insides. Maybe Baxters a switch.

Baxters a cat. They dont switch. Theyre always Doms. Theyre cats. Dogs have family, cats have staff, as the saying goes.

Isnt there also a saying about how cats were once worshipped as G.o.ds and have never let us forget it?

Exactly. Abbey loved watching John feed George. Maybe it was stupid, but she didnt care. To her, it was another way of John honestly showing her how he felt. He wasnt a man of idle talk. He was a man of his word.

A man of genuine actions.

Once the tortoise had finished most of the romaine, John dropped what was left of the lettuce into Georges water bowl for him before he straightened and turned, surveying the lanai. While it hadnt needed it, hed hosed off the deck that morning, cleaned off the chairs, upped the chlorine in the hot tub and pool just a little, and made sure the house was tidy.

Which, of course, it was. He was a better housekeeper than she was, and she considered herself a pretty good one.

Pulling her into his arms, he kissed her. Going to be a fun night tomorrow, he said, his playful smile and hazel gaze melting her heart. He had a greenish cast to his eyes, always more p.r.o.nounced in the heat of pa.s.sionespecially when he had a fist in her hair and was smiling down at her while he f.u.c.ked her mouth.

Their friends, even Tilly, had given up trying to figure out their switchy dynamic. They could flip roles practically in mid-sentence. They considered themselves collared to each other.

So any idea what you think youll be feeling like? she asked. Will it be Sir or Maam tomorrow night?

His smile widened. Yes.

This was their first Valentines Day together. What Abbey didnt know, and John had been very careful to conceal from her, was that hed picked up an engagement ring for her just after Thanksgiving. His original plan had been to give it to her at Christmas. Then Abbeys mom had gotten sick and had to spend a week in the hospital with pneumonia. Abbey had been so stressed out dealing with her and her equally stress-inducing and drama-p.r.o.ne father and siblings that John hadnt wanted to add one more stressor to her already overloaded plate.

Technically, John never had actually dropped down onto one knee and proposed to her. Even though they were already actively planning their wedding, which would take place on the one-year anniversary of their mutual collaring. Their honeymoon trip was already booked, too.

Normally, Abbey wore the amethyst necklace hed given her at their collaring ceremony, and he wore the silver bracelet shed given him, as their day collars. To them, those pieces of jewelry were every bit as real and important as any engagement or wedding ring. In their minds, they already were a life-long couple with no intentions of going anywhere.

Still, he wanted to do things right. Even though he already knew the answer and knew the date, he wanted an engagement ring on Abbeys finger. He knew he could do it tonight, but theyd agreed that tomorrow would be their card and gift-exchanging day. He didnt want to catch her unaware any more than he already was.

Besides, itd be fun doing it in front of their friends, sharing it with them, the people they considered family.

He was fully cognizant that hed be setting a pretty d.a.m.n high bar for himself for future Valentines Days, but he also knew Abbey was a realist who wouldnt hold it against him or expect fancy jewelry every year.

In his mind, he had a two-p.r.o.nged approach planned. Which p.r.o.ng he ended up following through with depended on which mode he was in tomorrow night. He might be Sir, she might be Maam. Either way, hed already scripted and mentally rehea.r.s.ed it so hed be ready when the opportunity presented itself.

Hed also enlisted Tillys help, swearing her to secrecy and making sure shed be able to run interference for him and get him the ring in case he wastied up.

Literally.

While she was Abbeys best friend, this was one secret he knew Tilly would keep for him. Shed squealed with delight then nearly knocked him off his feet with a tackle-hug when hed stopped by their house a few days earlier and asked for her a.s.sistance.

Just a few months ago, never in his wildest dreams would John have imagined Tilly being one of his closest friends.

Life is strange.

Abbey had been dropped into his life on one of the emotionally darkest days hed survived, and now he couldnt imagine life without her.

I think were pretty much ready, Abbey said.

He pulled her close. Theyre our friends, not the Queen, he said. Make sure you take the time to enjoy tomorrow night. He loved the way she fit in his arms.

I will.

Later that evening, once they were in bed and snuggling, John recognized the signs of the girl wanting Sir to come out and play with her. Tangling his fingers in her hair, he tipped her head back so he could nuzzle the base of her throat.

Whos my good girl?