“You’re all set,” Cari said, waving them in. “The labyrinth opens tonight, and there’s a buffet out on the patio. Go enjoy.”
Alec steered her down the hall, his hand never leaving her back. She was glad for his warmth as cool air drifted over her exposed skin, raising goose bumps.
“So, how does this work?” she asked.
“The donation only gets you through the door. To play, you need a ticket. Dev’s aiming to shatter last year’s record.”
“I’m curious about the wicked games,” she admitted.
“There are plenty of them.” His gaze drifted to hers, dark and amused all at once. Then they turned serious. “Remember, nothing says you have to play tonight. You can just watch, or the patio is open. While I’m on shift, you can hang out there and have a drink, chat with friends. I’m sure Julia and Deanna will be around.”
“Are you trying to scare me off?” she teased. “Now, I’m really curious.”
His gaze scanned her face. He must have found what he was searching for, because he nodded, amusement reappearing. “Then let’s see what we can do to appease it.”
The playroom had been transformed. Gone were the dozens of usual stations. In their place stood a handful of larger setups, each cordoned off by velvet ropes.
The sign hanging above the first station read:Bull Riding Challenge.
Hearing a low whirring, Emily rose on tiptoe, straining to see. When someone shifted, the view opened—and she froze, caught between laughing and blushing.
It wasn’t at all what she expected. Three submissives in cowboy hats straddled saddles, heads thrown back, moaning and breathless. Sweat gleamed on one sub’s body. Her thighs trembled, hips grinding against the molded leather.
Alec leaned in. “The Sybians are always a big crowd favorite. Tonight, Dev cranked up the speeds and they have bonus attachments—that’s the buzzing you hear.”
Heat crawled up Emily’s neck—half shock, half fascination.
The pink-cheeked cowgirl called out, “I’m going to come, master.”
“I’d be very disappointed if you did, Andrea,” her dom scolded. “It hasn’t even been three minutes.”
His reprimand only made her louder.
“How do you win?” Emily whispered.
“Best timewithoutcoming.”
Andrea’s cries soared, cutting through the music and hum of conversation. “Oh, my god!” she gasped as her body arched. When she convulsed in orgasm, she pitched forward and would have toppled from the saddle if not for her dom’s quick reflexes.
“Wow. Just… wow.” Emily breathed, resisting an urge to fan herself.
“That’s the consensus,” he drawled. “Come on. There’s more to see.”
They moved to the next station where an even larger crowd had gathered. Laughter mixed with male moans and the occasional crude joke from the avid audience.
“In this one, the fastest finisher wins,” Alec said, voice edged with amusement.
She eyed him suspiciously.
“You’ll see.”
On her toes again, Emily caught glimpses of men reclined in chairs, submissives kneeling between their spread legs. A male shout of satisfaction rang out, followed by applause and whistles.
Though she’d already guessed the game, the sign overhead spelled it out: BJ Challenge.
The winner rose, triumphant, grinning as she wiped her mouth. “Four and a half minutes,” she crowed. “No one’s beating my time this year.”
“I hope not,” her dom grumbled, zipping up. “That was fucking humiliating.”
