Page 28 of Courting Danger

Was the violet wand seriously that pleasurable?

Scoundrel wielded the flogger like he was playing the drums, and his partner came with a harsh shout, his body arching upward, his back in a rigid bow before he collapsed and lay shaking and gasping for breath. Some folks whistled, others clapped. Roan shivered and nudged closer to Ocean, shoulders pressed together, until Roan felt Ocean quivering beneath his gear.

Pope’s voice was too low a rumble to allow Roan to make out what we said to Ocean, but whatever it was, he nodded enthusiastically, and his tail hit the back of Roan’s thigh. While others started drifting away, Pope remained where he was, meaning Danger did too, while Scoundrel cleaned up his sub, fed him treats, and helped him drink water. They remained after he’d helped him off the table, wrapped a robe around him, disinfected the table and tray after he’d packed away his tools, and nodded to Pope.

“Finally took my advice and picked up the floggers,” Pope said. “What do you think of them?”

“That I should have got them when you first told me about them,” Scoundrel admitted, his partner nodding, a tired grin on his face. “Won’t make the same mistake again.”

Pope just chuckled at that.

“Are you going to give them a taste?” Scoundrel asked, eying Roan and Ocean.

“I’d say your demonstration left them interested to know how it feels,” Pope said.

“You can do that?” Ocean asked as he whirled around, so excited he forgot his tail and slapped Roan’s leg with it again.

“He’s the one who taught me,” Scoundrel explained.

When Ocean folded his paws beneath his chin and stared up at Pope, Roan knew they were going to get the chance to experience the wand for themselves. Roan doubted that even Danger at his grumpiest could have turned Ocean down if he gave him that look.

“Gear has to come off first,” Pope said, nodding towards a stand in the corner. “Do you need Roan to help?”

“Yes, please,” Ocean replied.

Roan’s brain was still happily processing the turn of events when he was tugged to the corner. Roan started with the paws first, unbuckling them while wondering if Ocean had been able to put them on himself.

Ocean knelt to remove the ones on his feet, making it easy for Roan to unzip the back of his pup gear so he could take it off. The harness was easy too, just a series of buckles that Roan soon had undone. Instead of rushing to the table, Ocean stood and pressed him against the wall, kissing him in full view of Pope, Danger, Scoundrel, and the man whose name was never going to remember because kissing Ocean back was way better than trying.

Now that Ocean was stripped down to aqua boy shorts similar to the black ones Roan had on, Roan could feel that the demonstration had left Ocean as excited as it had left him. Moaning into the kiss, Roan swore he still tasted salt on Ocean’s lips from his last swim.

Roan’s head was reeling when Ocean finally broke the kiss, and it took several blinks for him to focus and see Pope chuckling at them from the other side of the table, while Danger stood watching them, looking confused. When Ocean strode past him, Roan could have sworn he swaggered a bit before arranging himself on the table Pope patted.

“What’s the highest setting you’d like to experience tonight?” Pope asked as Ocean got comfortable on his back.

Roan wasn’t sure he had the courage to start out that way.

“The highest,” Ocean replied. “But um, maybe only once or twice unless I really like it.”

Pope smiled and smoothed the hair back from Ocean’s cheek where some was matted from the gear he’d had on all night.

“Alright then, a taste of everything coming up,” Pope promised.

Uncertain if he had the courage for all of that, Roan stood beside Danger, eager to see what Pope had in store for Ocean.

“Do you have a safeword just in case things get too intense?” Pope asked.

“It’s shark.”

Pope nodded, lips curing into a slight smile. “Makes sense. You’ll use it if you need it; no trying to press through, understand? Not when this is your first experience with the wand.”

“Yes, sir,” Ocean replied.

“Alright then, here we go, lowest setting first so you don’t get too much at once,” Pope said, brushing it over Ocean’s abs.

As soon as it touched him, they clenched, and he started giggling.

“Someone’s ticklish,” Pope murmured. “You know what that means?”

“I’m going to be laughing a lot?” Ocean replied.

Danger let out a bark of laughter while Pope just chuckled and shook his head.

“Nope,” Danger said as Pope drew the wand down Ocean’s side. “He’s going to use that thing to find all your ticklish spots.”

“Sweet!” Ocean yelped, dissolving into more giggles.

“Oh, I promise you,” Pope said, his voice sounding both wicked and tender at the same time, making Roan’s belly clench. “It will be.”