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Noa climbed off KC’s lap and shrugged off the blanket he’d worn on the way down here. “Okay, love you, Daddy, but I gotta go.”

I helped Cam out of his coat, leaving him in his tight black slave briefs with my name on them. I adjusted his collar too, mostly because I loved to feel it against my fingertips.

“My lovely little slave boy. You may go say hi to your friends,” I said. “Then you can come back with wine for KC and me. Put it on my tab. Get something for Noa and yourself too.”

“Yes, my Owner. Thank you.” He bowed his head before he scurried off with Noa.

KC and I had our own friends to greet, so I pushed his wheelchair toward the corner where I’d spotted Greer with his sweet Archie, Colt and Lucas, Penelope, and our original August, father-to-be of Ivy’s baby.

“Evening, gentlemen.” I nodded to Penelope too. “Darling.”

“Dashing as always.” She smiled wickedly, which was her default expression. “Come by my cabin this weekend—Ella brought your TENS unit.”

“Ah, will do. Did she enjoy it?” I asked.

She grinned wider. “I did. That’s what matters.”

I laughed. “Fair enough.”

“…my gut feeling is usually right where Kit is concerned,” Colt was saying.

“So how do we respond?” Greer asked.

“Respond to what?” I had to ask.

Colt gestured with his beer bottle toward Kit and the other brats. “Our boy is in charge of the Secret Santa gift exchange at the holiday party on the twenty-first, so naturally, I think he’s up to somethin’.”

Naturally.

“Count on Noa being involved,” KC supplied. “I heard them whispering over the phone the other day.”

Archie glanced up at Greer, who nodded in silent permission.

“Corey’s probably involved too,” Archie said. “And under normal circumstances, I’d never rat him out, but I’m very protective of Christmas.”

He was so precious. I was incredibly glad to see him and Cam bonding online; I believed they had plans to meet up for coffee with Tate in the city sometime soon as well.

Greer smirked faintly. “You forgot the part where we have a rule of you telling me everything I might need to hear.”

Lucas and I chuckled.

Archie turned bashful, with a hint of mischief in his blue eyes. “Of course. That too, Master.”

Our conversation ended there as Reese jumped up on the bar and welcomed everyone to Senseless.

Colt and Greer made their way over to him.

“Hey, everyone!” That was Corey’s voice, though I couldn’t see him in the little sea of kinksters. “This event is about knocking sense into the Sadists! Get it? Because they’re senseless?”

Good Christ. The boy earned himself a few dry laughs and chuckles.

Meanwhile, Greer threw an incredulous stare into the crowd. “You twisted my joke, you fucking brat. I told you that this morning.”

Corey’s laughter rang out loud and clear.

“Corey, I will gag you,” Reese threatened. Just like that, the laughter stopped. Magic. “Movin’ on! We have sixteen dynamics competing in tonight’s event. If you face the TV screens over there, I’ll introduce the stations you’ll be visiting—one for each of the senses.”

We all looked toward the flat-screens, and the first one flashed to life, revealing one of the new playrooms.

“First up is sight,” Reese said. “In Room 1, your sub will be blindfolded and strapped to a sawhorse. Their only job is to guess the implement we’re using on their body. One point for a correct guess, one redacted for a wrong guess. You need ten points to move on to the next room.”

Colt took over. “Greer and I will greet you in Room 4 for the second station, the watersports shower room, where we will test your sense of smell.”

“You need five correct guesses to pass,” Greer said. “And of course, while you as the Top fetch something new from our smelly selection, Colt and I will waterboard your pet.”

I smiled. They’d made a few changes to the station, and I approved. This was going to be highly entertaining.

The subs in the audience offered a variety of reactions, from “You cleared me for waterboarding play, Sir?!” to “Oh my gosh, I’ve been wanting to try this forever!”

“Simmer down!” Greer hollered.

Reese cleared his throat and moved forward. “River and I will see you right next door in the tiled shower room for the third station. It’s time to test your hearing with a little blood play.”

I glanced over to gauge Cam’s reaction. He was at the bar, having just received two glasses of wine, and he froze up a little bit. Good. Blood play was on his list of kinks he wanted to try but feared. His reaction to the fourth station would be interesting as well—

“That makes no sense, man!” Noa yelled.

Greer unleashed the New Yorker who spoke with his hands. “What’s with the fuckin’ yelling? We can hear you just fine, kid.”

“You just yelled too, Pop!” Corey argued.


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