Devil arched a brow. “Are you that bad with directions, Sophia?”
“Horrible, sir. I’d never get home without my GPS.”
“Too bad, dear heart.” Sympathy laced his tone. “You might rack up several penalties. A merciful dom might offer a tip along the way.”
“That would be good, sir. But it would have to be a really big one. I’m hopeless.”
“I’ll give her a big tip—and then some, Dev,” a male voice called suggestively.
Laughter rose though Sophia seemed oblivious. “Thank you, Master Thomas, but is that allowed? It doesn’t seem fair for me to get a big tip if they don’t.”
Master Dev managed to keep a straight face. “In your case, with only ninety minutes allotted to finish the game, it might be necessary.” He cleared his throat, waiting for the snickering to die down. “Now then… There are four entry points and five stations per path. Each sub must find and finish all five stops. Two points for each successfully completed station. One point deducted if you fail.”
Facing an hour and a half of potential penalties, Emily was rethinking her choice of games. But she wasn’t giving a BJ to anyone other than Alec, and she looked silly in a cowboy hat.
“The top three scores win,” Devil said, not done with the rules. “They will get their choice of dom for the evening—”
“Including you, Master Dev?” a sub asked boldly.
“From among the game participants,” he finished, extending his arm to the gathered dominants. “The three lowest scores will take center stage and receive an even—dare I say, stiffer—penalty courtesy of a disciplinarian I select.”
Masters Marcus, Leland, and Mateo were suggested by the boisterous crowd, prompting both eager and wary glances from the submissives.
“Questions?” Master Dev’s gaze swept the submissives.
A soft voice piped up. “Is there a special prize for first place?”
Devil grinned, demonstrating how he came by his name. “Good question, Piper. First place gets to come.”
A collective gasp swept through the subs.
“Did I forget to mention that before?” Devil deadpanned. “How remiss of me.”
Male chuckles rippled as Devil pulled a tri-folded paper from his pocket.
“Ah, yes. Here it is on the entry form.” He held it up. “Any sub who climaxes during the race will be paddled on the spot, lose five points, and must restart the game.”
He waited, as nervous giggles spread through the submissives.
“Does that answer your question, Piper?”
“Yes, sir. Unfortunately. Should I just surrender to last place now?”
“Where’s the challenge in that?” he replied. “Consider this an opportunity to work on your control, sweeting.”
Emily whispered to Deanna. “What are they talking about?”
“Piper has a reputation. The doms nicknamed her Eleanor.”
Not understanding, Emily shook her head.
“You know. Like inGone in Sixty Seconds,” Deanna explained. “No matter what they do—punishment, edging, wearing her out with repeated orgasms—she still comes in under a minute. Poor girl.”
Emily wasn’t entirely convinced fast was so bad. Not being able to come at all had to be worse.
Once the laughter stopped, Dev wrapped up. “As always, the club safewords apply. And, except for what’s listed in the rules, there will be no penetration, so keep it in your pants, gentlemen. And, Mistress Natalie, I didn’t mean to leave you out. Further intimacy may be negotiated after the game is done.”
He looked out over the gathering. “If there are no other questions.” He paused a beat, and, when no hands went up, announced, “Then let the game begin!”
