What Piper Needs (13 page)

“I don’t have any gritty details handy, but I’m sure I can get them for you. What I’ve heard is it started with about a dozen couples a year and a half ago, or thereabouts. Brad and I have actually been invited several times, but we’ve never taken them up on it. As you know, I like things a little harder. There’s a fee to join if you become a regular member. It’s pretty steep, from what I’ve heard. But that’s how they keep the place nice. I’ll see what else I can dig up when I get home.”

“Thanks, I appreciate that. And I know you like it harder.” Piper got chills remembering the few times she and Michael had been with Gillian and Brad. It’d been breathtaking to watch. The control had been unreal. “Your kind of sex is an art form. I’m no expert, but I wouldn’t consider what you do to be true BDSM, is it?”

“No, it’s not. Brad and I are definitely hybrids.” She took another drink of her beer, while Piper plucked a cherry out of hers and ate it. “We’re under the umbrella of BDSM because I like my sex controlled and precise. That’s what turns me on. But make me hurt too much or bleed, and I’ll give you a black eye.” She leaned forward as the waitress passed by and whispered, “That’s why I’m hosting these new gatherings. My place, my rules.”

Piper whispered back, “I think the new adventurous me might like your parties.” She raised her glass in a toast. “Damn, it’s so great to see you. I’m hoping for much more girl time in our future.”

* * *

“Are you sure it will hold?” Michael asked as Brad stepped back from the newly mounted TV on the wall.

Brad gave him a sideways grin. “Dude, it will hold. Your TV will not fall off the wall.”

“That homemade mounting you put together looks stronger than the one I bought from the manufacturer,” Jace agreed from where he stood in the doorway drinking a beer. Neither he nor Michael had been needed once Brad arrived. “That thing is not coming down.”

Michael had called Brad from the hardware store for some advice, remembering the guy was a craftsman at heart. Brad had told him what to buy and offered to come over and help him with the TV. Michael had tried to make excuses, not wanting to make the guy come over and work when he hadn’t seen him in so long, but Brad had insisted. So Michael gave in. And even though he felt foolish that the other man was good with tools and he was useless, he was grateful for the help.

Introducing Jace and Brad had gone well. The two guys hit it off right away. It wasn’t a surprise, since they were both super easygoing. Brad was a strange mix of Hells Angels meets corporate. But the guy effortlessly pulled off both, which made him an enigma in Michael’s eyes. He was tall and built, had short blond hair and scruff on his face. He rode a Harley. But if he was wearing a suit, you’d never see that he was covered in tattoos. The guy was some kind of rocket engineer. Literally. He worked for a private company that sold stuff to NASA. They didn’t care how he looked, as long as he got the job done.

Brad was one of the most dynamic guys Michael had ever met.

“Where do you hang your swing?” Jace nodded up at the ceiling. “I don’t see any hooks.”

“In the basement,” Michael answered. “We don’t use it much because Piper hates going down there. Our basement is finished, but not nicely. Maybe I should think about hanging it someplace in here. We’ve only used it a few times, but it was great.”

“We love ours.” Jace grinned. “When that thing gets going, it’s like an amusement park ride. Ours is downstairs in the bedroom I put together, but when my mother-in-law stays, I need about seven locks on that door. In fact, I’m going to have to reinforce it for her next visit. Last time, she tried to get into that room no less than a dozen times. She was pissed about not being able to use the spa bathroom we have down there.”

“We don’t have that problem,” Michael said. “My in-laws have retired to Arizona, and they refuse to visit. We have to make the trek to go see them.”

Brad stood from where he’d been putting tools away. “Okay, I think we’re good. There’s a cable on the side to hook up to the Internet, but you can also go wireless.”

Michael nodded. “Thanks, man. I really appreciate it.”

“If you ask me,” Brad said, running a hand over the back of his neck, “swings are good, but you should get one of those sex chairs.”

Michael raised an eyebrow. “What the hell is a sex chair?”

“I don’t know if that’s the right name for it, but they have these stools you place over your cock”—he put his hands at his waist to indicate the positioning—“and your partner sits on it. There’s a hole to get to her, but you have no contact with her other than her pussy. It’s the craziest feeling, like you’re fucking a ghost. I highly recommend it.”

“That sounds intriguing,” Michael commented. “I’ll have to look into it. First thing I plan to do is make some videos of us doing it so we can watch them in bed.” He gestured to the TV, then turned and grinned at Jace. “The video thing seemed to work well for you guys.”

Jace nodded. “It sure did. We’ve worn that thing out. It might be time to make a new one.” He took a swig of his beer.

“Your wife has agreed to that?” Michael asked.

“Not exactly. But she’s definitely becoming more adventurous. Those Thursday-night meetings are totally working.”

“What meetings?” Brad asked as grabbed his beer off the windowsill.

“Piper and Caroline, Jace’s wife,” Michael answered, “get together and talk about sex every Thursday night. Kind of like a happy-hour support group. They’re thinking of asking Emma and Gillian.”

Brad laughed. It was a deep baritone. “I’d love to see Gillian opt into a support group. Though she’d be a helluva counselor. My woman is fearless and has zero issues with the lifestyle. In fact, she’s starting to host some hard-core parties. But they’re a little more heavy duty than I think you guys like.” Brad inclined his head to Michael, then turned to Jace. “I have no idea what you guys like, but the invitation is open if you ever want to check it out. Gillian is into control and a lot of waiting—like, blue-balls waiting. You have to fuck around a long time before you get to have a release, but it’s worth it in the end. There’s nothing like the relief of coming hard, until you’re not allowed to come at all.”

“Thanks for the offer. I’m not sure Caroline would ever be into that,” Jace said. “But I’ll run it by her. You never know.”

“That’s always been our motto.” Michael chuckled. “Never say never.”

12

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T
he package arrived on Piper’s doorstep at three o’clock the next afternoon. She brought it inside. It was bigger than she’d anticipated. Thank goodness it didn’t have the company name—Your Every Fantasy—stamped all over the box. Instead, it was discreetly wrapped in brown paper, and the return address said: Everyday Gifts.

Michael was at the gym, so she walked it into the kitchen. She set it on the counter and got out the scissors. She slit the tape off the top and opened it up. A bunch of packing peanuts were inside, but once she moved them out of the way, she saw the
actual
box. It was almost as big as the shipping box.

She had to cover her mouth so she didn’t start howling.

The front of the box showed a woman’s ass in the air, along with an upper body of a female behind her wearing the strap-on. Inset in the corner was a picture of a woman tilting her head back in ecstasy biting her finger.

“Oh, my,” Piper giggled. “This is going to be good.”

She set all the packaging on the floor. Then she undid the flap and slid the contraption out onto the counter. There were a bunch of straps going every which way. And the double dildo was huge! It was shaped like a purple penis in two directions and had a cord dangling from the center. This particular model came with a vibrate option.

She started to laugh and couldn’t stop.

She was both titillated and trepidatious, but in the best way possible. Michael was either going to love it or hate it, but either way, it was going to be an epic adventure.

Piper hadn’t known whether it would arrive in time for their date night tonight, so she hadn’t made any concrete plans. But now that it was here, she had to get her act together. She grabbed her cell phone off the counter and tapped the Internet icon.

Ever since she’d gone to HotelRED to see Caroline, its info had been saved in her files.

She pressed “call directly” from the number on its Web site and waited for an answer. She hoped it wasn’t full. There was nothing major going on in the city this weekend, so there was a good chance rooms would be available.

“Hello, this is HotelRED,” a clerk answered.

Piper booked a suite for the night, no issues.

She hung up and stuck the double strap-on back in the box. On her way out to the car she’d throw all the extra packaging away so Michael didn’t see it when he came home. She had some errands to run before she went to the hotel, so she jotted a quick note and left it on the counter for Michael:

Meet me at HotelRed, room 527 at 6:30 pm.

Come hungry in every sense.

XOXO, Piper

She ran upstairs to change her clothes and pack an overnight bag.

Twenty minutes later, she was out the door.

The drugstore was first on her list. She picked up some supplies, including some lube and candles. They’d never needed extra help in the lubrication department, so this would be a first. On the way to her next stop, Piper grinned, imagining her husband’s response when he walked in and saw what she had planned for the night.

Once she got to her destination, she pulled into the lot and parked by the door. She’d originally called this place to see if they had the strap-on she’d researched, but they hadn’t carried it.

But the store did have a few other things she needed.

The woman behind the counter gave her one small nod and then went back to business. Piper had been here only a few times over the years, and mostly to pick up porn before it became so widely available for free on the Internet. She made a beeline for the garments. She needed something with a hole in the crotch that was structured like a corset. Bingo. She picked a black and silver ensemble with scarlet pinstripes. It was just the look she was going for.

She took it to the counter.

The women gave her a polite smile and asked, “Is this it?”

“Yes, thanks,” Piper said as she pulled out her credit card.

The woman rang her up, folding her purchase and putting it in a generic black plastic bag. “You know,” the woman said, “the dressing-up part is always nice, but there are some great accessories that go with this, if you’re interested.”

“You don’t say?” Piper said. “Which ones?” She made a point to glance around the store.

“Well, this is a very sexy Dom kind of getup, so there are handcuffs, soft whips, but my favorite is the blindfold and the tickler together.” She gestured toward the back of the store.

Piper needed about half a second to make up her mind. “No whips, but I’ll take the rest. Why not?”

The lady nodded at her appreciatively. “Spoken like a true woman in charge.”

Piper almost snorted as the clerk, who looked like a lunch lady in her late fifties, went to get her gear.

Once she’d paid, she headed to the hotel.

Piper needed time to set up and run a few errands. But she also wanted to do a little research on how to use the strap-on. Bending Michael over the bed doggie style wasn’t going to work. She wanted maximum pleasure out of this thing. She had some ideas, but watching a little porn would go a long way.

After that, she needed to figure out dinner. She wasn’t going to do room service.

She had something special in mind.

* * *

Michael was rock hard as he drove to the hotel. Getting the note from Piper was like a birthday gift. He had no idea what she was up to, but a sexy night in a hotel room sounded great to him.

He parked in the lot and took an elevator up to the fifth floor.

It was six twenty.

He was early, but so be it. He had been going nuts waiting at home. He found room 527 and rapped his knuckles against the door, only to find it slightly ajar.

He took that as an invitation and walked in.

A short hallway led to the actual room. It was dark, the shades drawn, but he could see a flicker of candlelight. His cock jumped, rocking against his zipper. “Hello, sweetheart. I’m here,” he called.

“Come on in, Mikey,” Piper purred. “I have some fun waiting for you.”

Michael entered the living space of the suite, pulling his shirt from his pants as he walked. Piper had candles lit all over, and the flickering light made animated shadows on the walls.

A magnum of champagne on ice and two glasses sat on a bar to his right.

Piper stood in the middle of it all.

Her hands were on her hips, almost daring him to not explode right there. She was dressed in the hottest outfit he’d ever seen on her.

It was some kind of corset that hugged each and every curve, cinched so tight at the top her tits looked like they were going to spill over.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, coming to a stop. “You look fucking hot.” He began to unbutton his shirt.