Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
CHARLIE
Holy, see through to the promised penis land.
W ho needs a private dressing room when you’ve slept with everyone in the tent?
I’m not shy. Not with the six of us.
Eily zips Cade’s white lace bustier in the back, so Cade returns the favor.
Daniel, Redix, and Silas tug on sheer white men’s briefs.
I never knew they made them, and…
Holy, see through to the promised penis land.
Those sheer white briefs lift and contour masculine asses while showcasing their generous packages, front and center, barely veiled by silky fabric held up by a thick, boxer-like waistband.
Forecast for tonight: A storm of Ds is coming.
“Damn,” Silas admires himself in the gold-framed floor mirror, shaking his marble ass. I grin. Like his rear can jiggle . But I sure feel the earth move to the big show in the front.
“I’m buying a dozen of these from Stacey,” he says. “I can get into this. ”
“You can get into them,”—Redix approaches, cupping Silas’s ass—“so we can rip you out of them.”
“Hell, nah,” Silas scoffs. “These are a hundred dollars a pair. Stacey went all out on our angel attire. You ain’t ripping it.”
“It’s Fleur du Mal.” Eily admires Cade’s thong, lingering her fingertip over it. “These gold chain V strings are like a hundred, too, and all it is is a white silk triangle, a string, and a tiny chain in our butt crack.”
Redix shakes his head. “I don’t know why you women do it. Walking around with a string in your ass.”
“They prevent panty lines,” Cade explains. “And they’re sexy.”
“How sexy can they be when they’ve been in your butt all day?”
“You never complain when you’re in my butt. And you sure like it when we’re in yours.”
His eyes flash. “Game point for my wife.”
“Don’t they itch?” Silas asks. “And smell? Hell, I’d burn my boxers if they were melting like cheese between my cheeks all day.”
Eily shrugs. “Honestly, I do prefer panties or boy shorts.”
Silas plops down on the bed, yanking her onto his lap. “Who are you fooling? You never wear drawers.”
Eily pokes his nose. “What’s the point? You’re always taking them off.”
Daniel stares down at his pair, admiring his cock covered in transparent silky threads.
His muscular, ripped thighs. His dark trimmed patch. His meaty cock, draped semi-hard and snug over his balls. I admire it, too, feeling my kitty lick her wet lips.
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” he declares. “These sure make my Christ and his two apostles look good. It’s perfect for tonight—for angels and demons.”
“Stacey’s the queen of this.” Cade lifts the girls higher in her bustier. “Leave it to her to plan a Sexorcism trick night.”
Eily sighs, “I think it’s sweet how Luca gave his turn to be a treat to Colton.”
“He can only stay for two nights,” Silas explains. “Colton has to go back to practice. It’s good he gets to enjoy this. Sure hope we don’t scare him, though.”
Redix wraps around Cade, hugging her waist. We’re all in the handsy spirit. “Ain’t that the point this week? Terror and temptation?”
“Speaking of…” Daniel aims my way.
I’ve tried to fade into the background, knowing they’re curious.
“What’s under your robe?” Daniel wonders, tugging at its silky rope.
I swat his hand. “It’s a surprise.”
A surprise that has my clit tingling to this kinky outfit. I’m slick with anticipation.
“You, Colton, and Mateo,” Cade says. “The dirty devils we angels have to save tonight. I’m jealous.”
My brows shoot up. “You had your trick night. The first night, remember?”
“Masturbation doesn’t count.”
“Eh, yeah, it does,” Eily disagrees with Cade. “I do it all the time, but you got to do it with sixteen people watching you. Looking all cowgirl sexy and hot, fucking your hand. Then we all got off, too.”
“Shit,” Redix mutters. “I’m ready to get off now .”
Me, too.
Tonight is going to be delightfully depraved. I can’t believe what I’ve requested .
Hang on.
I lied.
I can believe it.
I trust everyone here. I desire them, too, and I’m in a wicked mood.
Something has gotten into me. Like a spicy spell. An erotic potion. A salacious spirit swimming through my veins.
I need to get my Halloween freak on.
Stacey had us draw from the cauldron early, so she’d know who the treats would be in advance. I drew a black kiss. Then Mateo. Then Luca, who paused before handing his to Colton.
“Enjoy,” Luca said, the ultimate Pleasure Dom.
Then Stacey asked to meet with us privately, the treats, to explain the role play and explore our consent.
Mateo is one of her husbands. She already knew his boundaries.
“I’m like Mateo,” I said. “This week only, I’m open to all. Our group wants this.”
Stacey smiled, arching her eyebrow at me.
“Fine, I want this. A lot. It’ll be fun.”
At that last part, did I clap?
Maybe.
But this was new for Colton and his love with Beau and Blair. An open group marriage, even with our network for holidays like this, may never be for them.
We understood.
Honestly, I enjoy my months with just Daniel, too. I love our intimacy. Our laughs. Our devotion. The way Daniel loves taking candlelit baths with me.
“We want to watch and be watched.” Colton was clear on that and a little nervous. “But we don’t fuck others. ”
“I get it.” Mateo wrapped his arm around Colton, squeezing a little. “With us? I top others. But I’ll only bottom for my husbands. And our wife?” Mateo winked at Stacey. “We love it when she tops us.”
Colton laughed, his shoulders dropping relaxed as he continued.
“I want to touch and be touched,” he said. “Oral is okay for Blair and me. We’ve talked about it, but not Beau. There’s only one other he wants this week.”
“Are we allowed to know?”
Stacey asked gently, and Colton answered by looking at me. It was sweet. Colton was a little shy, asking, “Will you share your husband with us? Just for some fun stuff?”
“I’m sure he’d love it.”
Yeah, it was surreal and sexy, too. Like I was accepting their invitation for a playdate in the park, not a sexorcism of demon desires for my famously hot husband.
Millions may crave Daniel Pierce, but I’m the only one with his heart. He’s proven it to me. I don’t worry. I’m flattered.
That’s the moment my hungry kitty started to purr.
And she hasn’t stopped.
“Come on, Charlie. Show us your devil costume.”
Eily’s trying to tempt me into opening my robe. Daniel is, too, pulling me in for a kiss, but I giggle, shooing him away.
“I can’t, y’all. It’s a surprise.”
“Speaking of devils and surprises.” Daniel glues his stare to my cleavage while he informs the others, “I saw him last night.”
Eily giggles. “No, you didn’t. You’re taking a shit.”
“It’s taking the piss.” Daniel laughs. “There’s a big difference. ”
“A big brown difference.”
Silas falls back on the bed, laughing, too.
“Y’all, hush.” Eily jumps to her feet. “Taking the piss or taking a shit. Either way, you’re full of it. You’re just trying to scare us. There was no devil last night. Or the night before. Or the night before that.”
“Well, then you have a rogue villain.” Cade doesn’t sound amused. “Because someone is here when he’s not supposed to be, and he’s fucking with us.”
“Hell, maybe that’s what he wants,” Redix beams. “To fuck us. Next time y’all see him, invite him to join.”
“We’re sure dressed for it tonight,” Silas says. “Fourteen of us are dressed like angels. We can have that demon praising hallelujah to our cocks and cunts by the end of the night.”
“Eily,” but I get serious. I’m deadly protective of the ones I love. “Who is this villain guy? And why is he here, early like you said, and mind fucking us? Four of us have seen him now. He’s legit.”
“And what’s his name?”
Cade interrogates, too, and Eily twists her lips.
She kinda does that thing. Like if she were wearing a demure schoolgirl’s skirt and not a sexy thong, she’d play with her hem. Tilting her head. Acting all innocent. “Umm,” chewing her lip when she whispers, “I don’t know.”
Silence.
That’s the sound.
That and the fuck beats playing from the Trick Tent and the laughing voices of others in their tents.
“You don’t know ?” Cade looks like an alien landed. And then stole her favorite dildo. “What the hell? ”
“I know he’s secretly nice .” Eily strains a smile, trying to convince us not to freak out. “I know he’s hot and rich.”
Redix laughs. “Oh, well, then. Rich and hot is fine.”
“You said he was a criminal!”
Cade’s not that mad. She’s just shocked.
“Don’t be hating on criminals. You’re one.” Eily gestures up and down to her. “Sorta.”
“Aw fuck,” Silas sighs. “To a degree, we all are. We’re fine, y’all. A villain? A demon? Charlie’s horny haint?—”
“He’s not my hainty ancestor!”
Why do I care, though? Honestly?
The Ravenel name goes way back. I have nothing to do with the fucked-up history of my ancestors here. I just inherited the damn name.
And lactose intolerance.
They can take that last one back.
“It’s perfect. It’s All Hallow’s Eve,” Daniel assures, leaning against our dresser. “Person or phantom, we have a real bloody demon haunting us.”
“Okay,” I huff. “I know it’s a Brit thing, but bloody is not the word to use right now. I’m not mad, but this ain’t a game. We need to know who this man is because he knows us , and that’s a risk I’ll eliminate if I need to.”
“ Awww, shiittt .” Silas practically kicks his feet. “Here comes Charlie Girl. Here comes the Marine. If she grabs her rifle, y’all best run. Run like you’re on fire.”
“Aren’t you supposed to drop and roll?” Redix makes it worse. He jokes, too.
I scope our group. We’re standing in role-play lingerie, pussies and pricks poised for a fun night.
“Fine,” I sigh. “We’ll wait. Let’s have a good night and not worry about it. We can talk to Stacey tomorrow about the mystery villain and get to the bottom of this. Okay? ”
They nod.
And secretly, I want to be at the bottom of a pile of man meat tonight, so let’s be logical tomorrow.
Redix adds, “Yeah. And if the demon appears, just ask him if he wants top or bottom.”
“ Redix. ” Cade rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling.
“Yeah,” Silas piles on. “Ask if he wants a devil’s kiss.”
Daniel snorts. Redix chokes. And Eily asks, “What’s a devil’s kiss?”
Cade rolls her eyes again. “You fart while receiving oral.”
The guys explode. They’re laughing so hard they grab their abs.
“I did it one time,” Redix confesses through tickled tears. “I didn’t mean to. Chili, dude. It’ll get you every time.”
“You got me !” Silas bellows. “It singed my nose hair. That’s how I fucking know what a devil’s kiss is.”
Daniel wipes his eyes. “Poor, Charlie. I got you, too, once. I didn’t mean to. Remember?”
I mutter, “Don’t remind me or my nose.”
The wives shake our heads but can’t fight our smiles.
The cute, farting, fuckers.
“Well, nothing starts the night like flatulence and phantoms.” Cade lifts her hands, proclaiming. “Let’s fuck.”