“Whatever you’ll feel the most comfortable in,” he said. “Any of those will be fine.”
“What will the other women wear?”
“Little of everything. Wear what you want, but be prepared for me to pull you off to the side and fuck you a few times in the miniskirt. Possibly in the others, too, but that miniskirt will make it too easy.”
“I’m not big on public sex. I mean, it isn’t like I’ve never had to in the past, but I don’t think...”
He put his finger over my lips. “Never. Ol’ladies get more respect than that. We might go off into a side hall, or a side room, but never in front of everyone. The sweetbutts get fucked pretty much anywhere, and you’ll have to be okay with that, but never the ol’ladies.” He shook his head. “I shouldn’t say never. You already know you can be subject to consequences if you do something boneheaded.”
Right, and I hadn’t been worried, but now that he’d brought it up again, I decided I needed better examples than he’d given before. Last time, I’d asked what I’d have to do to get punished. I rephrased the question this time.
“What have other ol’ladies done to get punished?”
“Told a secret. Punched someone for no reason. Nothing you’d accidentally do.” He pulled me to him. “You understand supernatural politics, and while biker rules aren’t exactly the same, the basic idea behind both are the same. Keep your mouth shut, don’t show disrespect, and control yourself. You’ll be fine.”
“Is it wrong that I hope a sweetbutt gets belted tonight so I can watch?” I’d only seen them hand-spanked, and I wanted to see one of them have to take a belt. At first, I’d felt guilty when my clit throbbed with need while one was spanked, but they could leave if they wanted so my guilt wasn’t warranted. They chose to stay.
He chuckled. “Not at all. Get dressed, my little birdie.”
I stepped away from him and crossed my arms. “As birds go, swans are one of the larger species.”
“But compared to a grizzly bear, you’re a tiny little thing.”
I blew out a breath. He had a point, but I wasn’t going to encourage him. I also didn’t point out how much bigger dragons are than bears. I wasn’t ready to have that conversation with him. He clearly liked me being smaller than him. Would he be attracted to a dragon shifter? I still had at least six or eight months until I’d be changed, so I put it out of my head.
I ended up wearing the miniskirt. I still wasn’t sure whether this would be my last night with Dementor or not, and I wanted to get fucked at every opportunity.
We walked across the parking lot to the main building, and my stomach growled — the pig smelled wonderful. They’d taken it out of the smoker and three people were working to section it and cut it.
“We’ll eat once they have enough of it pulled and sliced to handle the initial line.”
I noted a few people had plates already and were eating chicken, but Dementor knew I didn’t eat other birds if I could help it. I didn’t want him to have to wait, so I told him, “You can go ahead and eat now, if you want some chicken.”
“Oh no. I’m waiting for the pig. We have our own barbecue sauce. We sell it in the restaurant and at the spa, but we have several gallons of it for the party. It’s better than you can imagine.”
Frost walked towards us and met us before we reached the group watching the carvers and shredders work on the pig. He held his hand out for me to shake. “Ember. It’s good to see you again. No hard feelings?”
I looked at him a few seconds. He’d whipped me hard, the last time he played with me. I was sliced open in enough places, Able had helped me change to heal. It’d been bad, but I’d had orgasms, and Able’s inner circle had known that’s what I was there for. I was the toy, to be used and abused. I shook his hand and smiled. “So long as you don’t embarrass me, we’ll be fine. Thanks for opening the conversation.”
“You’re here with The D. End of story. Respect.”
Velvet came towards us, and I hugged back when she hugged me. “Come on,” she said. “I have some chairs set up for us, so we can sit and gab without the men bothering us.”
I let her drag me away, and I had to admit that sitting off to the side in comfortable chairs with her was probably better than standing and listening to the bikers. She had a little margarita station set up, and I grabbed a glass, salted the rim, put ice in, poured it full, and took a seat. “You know swans can get drunk, right?”
“Most birds can, so I assumed. Have fun with it.”
“Dementor told me I have to stay in control of myself.”
“You do, but that doesn’t mean you can’t have fun. I figure you know your limits.”
“I sometimes say stuff out loud that I think are thoughts once I get good and drunk, so I probably shouldn’t go past buzzed.”
Velvet laughed. “For your first party, you’re probably right.”
I had two good-sized margaritas before we ate, and I had to admit the MC’s barbecue sauce was perhaps the best I’d ever had. I made sex noises after my first bite, and grinned at Dementor’s look. “It was only a moan. You get a lot more than moans out of me. There’s no need to be jealous of the barbecue.”
His brothers laughed, and he kissed my forehead. “Brats get spanked, you know.”
“Mmmmm. Promises, promises.”
He popped me on the side of my butt. My insides ignited, and I’m certain every shapeshifter present knew exactly what that single slap on the ass did to me.
To be honest, the first couple of hours of the party was kind of boring, as parties go. Lots of people talking and eating, lots of alcohol, but no one was drunk.
But then the sun went down and we moved inside, and everything changed.
First, there were fake birds hanging from the ceiling all over. Crows, I think. There was this huge Jailbird Joey cake, and a big sign on the back about him flying the coop. I later learned it’s the standard RTMC theme for a welcome-back party when someone gets out of prison.
Apparently, the tradition is that — while everyone’s eating cake — the sweetbutts all line up bent over a pool table, and the new freebird fucks them all from behind, one at a time, going down the line.
Frost only spent three or four minutes on some, closer to ten on others. He fucked one girl at least fifteen minutes, and he spanked her ass with his hand enough to make it red before he sank into her. The party continued though. Naked asses leaned over, waiting to be fucked weren’t a big deal with this crowd.
I noted that as Frost finished with a girl, she was generally bent over another piece of furniture and fucked by another biker within moments. A huge part of me missed that, and I was a little jealous of the sweetbutts. So many times, Able had multiple friends over, and they’d all been allowed to use me as they wished without asking Able. I’d also been bent over something and restrained at some of his parties, and all guests were welcome to use me.
But Dementor had shown me I didn’t need that in my life. I could find one person who could treat me rough enough to give me the kind of orgasms I craved. I missed being treated like this, sure, but not enough to want to go back to it. I liked my autonomy.