It'll Be An Adventure (Masters of the Shadowlands #15)(101)
Author: Cherise Sinclair

 

“We saw the leashes.” On the other side of Zuri, Master Max nudged his cousin, Master Alastair. “We could get two leashes and each clamp a breast.”

 

“Our little pet might find it painful if we went different directions.” At the glint in the doctor’s light hazel eyes, Murphy stared.

 

Was Zuri’s Dom a sadist?

 

Crossing her arms over her vulnerable breasts, Uzuri growled at them. Then shot Murphy a disapproving look. “Bad kitty. Look what you instigated.”

 

Eeeks. “Sorry?”

 

Standing behind her, Saxon slid his arms around her and cupped her breasts, his thumbs rubbing her very hard, peaked nipples. His low murmur of interest made her shiver.

 

Everything in her was yelling, “Retreat, now.” As she slid off the bar stool, Saxon let her go.

 

Whew. “I’m ready to be a kitten for a while.

 

Laughing, Saxon ran his hand down her back, curling his fingers under one ass cheek. His squeeze set off sparks of arousal. “All right, my favorite little cat. I’ll help you get dressed. If you’re especially nice to me, I might let you wear your clothes.”

 

“You…what?” The low simmer of heat went to a boil.

 

 

 

 

 

Finished with his dungeon monitoring shift, Saxon joined Marcus to collect their submissives from the pet playroom.

 

Quietly entering, he settled beside the other Dom on a bench inside the door.

 

Murphy, with her pink kitten ears and tail, was playing with Uzuri. Since her pet play was innocent time, he’d let her keep her clothes on.

 

Gabi was playing with a bunch of balls near the other two…and Saxon’s eyes narrowed. Her tail wasn’t secured by a tail harness, but by an anal plug.

 

A kitten running past her batted Gabi’s tail—and the redhead let out a squeaky yelp.

 

Saxon laughed. “I bet that short-circuited some nerves.”

 

“That, sir, is the idea.” Marcus grinned. Since Gabi had no trouble sliding from innocent pet play to sexual pet play, the anal stimulation would mean she’d be all warmed up.

 

Saxon stretched out his legs, happy to watch the playing.

 

Spotting Marcus, Gabi scampered over and bounced against Marcus. One fluffy paw landed very close to the guy’s family jewels.

 

Marcus chuckled, pulled her between his thighs, and tightened his legs around her. “I do believe we should find somewhere private, sugar.” He ran his finger around her pink lips.

 

As she wiggled to get away, Saxon grinned. It was doubtful that she’d achieve an escape. Her mittens were locked on.

 

“What are you planning with Murphy tonight?” Marcus asked.

 

“Perhaps a trip up to the Regency room for some quiet fun.” Although he and Murphy had made love and reconnected last night, he would keep tonight low key. His little introvert had gone through an extremely rough time, filled with emotional highs and lows. “I won’t push any boundaries tonight.”

 

Gabi shook her head in disagreement.

 

Across the room, Murphy climbed onto the high bench that was strewn with unbreakable household items—a few books, plastic cups, kitchen utensils. With one mittened paw, she batted at a spoon, got it to the edge, and deliberately pushed it onto the floor. The clanging noise caught everyone’s attention.

 

From the corner, Brand who was babysitting the room called, “Bad kitty. Stop that.”

 

Instead, she turned her head, looked Saxon dead in the eyes, gave a provocative wiggle, and swatted a glass right off the bench.

 

Brand started to rise then noticed where she was looking. Grinning, he resumed his seat and motioned to Saxon. All yours.

 

Saxon smothered a smile. Apparently, his woman was not only damn resilient, but not interested in a quiet evening. Obviously, the simmering sensuality in the Shadowlands was getting to her. He glanced at Marcus. “Your subbie sets a very bad example.”

 

Marcus just grinned.

 

Saxon crossed his arms over his chest and called, “Bad kittens get punished, Murphy.”

 

A book went flying.

 

Okay then. Message received, loud and clear.

 

Chuckling, Marcus tossed Gabi over his shoulder. “Have a nice night, Saxon.”

 

“You too.” Saxon crossed the room and grabbed his submissive.

 

Her eyes went wide with alarm even as she giggled.

 

Fucking adorable combination.

 

“I know just the right punishment for you, naughty feline.”

 

 

 

Damnfinito, being carried over a shoulder was uncomfortable, Murphy thought. Especially since Saxon had swatted her ass a couple of times.

 

Hard.

 

The spanks made her even more aroused. God, what was wrong with her?

 

Near the bar, he set her on her feet and steadied her as all the blood rushed out of her head. “Let’s get your gear off.”

 

She stood quietly as he divested her of her kitten regalia. Was that it? A couple of swats? She’d expected—hoped—to be hauled into a quiet corner, turned over his knees, and spanked. “What are you doing?”

 

“My sweet, I’m going to get you hydrated before your punishment begins.”

 

Her hopes rose again. “I need hydration for a spanking?”

 

“No, sweetling.” The smile he gave her should be classified as pure evil. “During your pet room orientation, I mentioned the limited number of punishment choices, right?”

 

It’d pretty much been only timeout in a cage or a spanking. “You told me that, yes.”

 

“Murphy.” He lifted her onto a bar stool. “You’re no longer in the playroom.”

 

She froze. That meant he could do…anything.

 

He turned and smiled at the bartender. “Josie, might I have a half-strength screwdriver?”

 

“Coming right up.”

 

Saxon tugged a strand of Murphy’s hair. “At least this time, you’ve had something to eat first.”

 

“Then why half-strength?”

 

“The vodka will help you relax.” He ran his hand down her arm. “But only half-strength since you’ll be restrained and possibly uncomfortable. I don’t want your reactions masked by too much alcohol.”