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  PARTY FAVOR

  Melinda Barron

  www.loose-id.com

  Party Favor

  Copyright © October 2012 by Melinda Barron

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  Chapter One

  “Will we be gift wrapped, or do we have to be naked?”

  Jovina Bustamante bit back a groan at Krista’s question. Leave it to her, the queen of decorating, to think a sub being given as a party favor needed to be wearing a bow. Jovina picked up a leather cat and doubled it over before placing it inside the bag that already held such items as nipple clamps, handcuffs, several lengths of rope, and a collar, complete with lock and key.

  The kit was almost everything a Dom would need for a weekend of play. The only thing missing from the bag were the subs, and those would be chosen at random after the evening meal the first night of the event.

  Jovina glanced over to where her friend, Avery, was putting together another bag. Avery’s Master, Sir K, was the host for the event. Jovina wasn’t sure she would be as happy as Avery was, since everyone knew Avery wasn’t going to be one of the party favors. She would be passed from Master to Master, or Mistress, as her current owner was looking to trade her.

  It didn’t seem to bother her friend, though, who laughed and joked with the other subs as they waited for the arrival of the guests of honor—five Doms and two Dommes—all of whom had expressed an interest in placing their collars around Avery’s neck.

  Jovina wanted to talk with her friend about this development, but there hadn’t been time. All seven of the party-favor subs—four women and three men—had been rushing around to get things ready for the event, which started with dinner in two hours.

  During dessert, a bowl containing sheets of paper would be passed around. Each piece of paper had a number written on it that corresponded to a different sub. After their numbers were selected, the subs belonged to the Dom/Domme for the long weekend. Subs would be known only by their numbers.

  When Avery invited her to the event, Jovina had been tempted to say no. Until she’d heard Mistress Martie was attending. Now all she needed to do was make sure the beautiful Domme got her number, so Jovina could spend the weekend eating pussy instead of sucking cock.

  Jovina shivered as she thought about the blonde bombshell who sometimes played at Behold—a female-only BDSM club in Santa Fe. Jovina’s friends didn’t know she attended events there as often as she could. It was a place Jovina loved, where she could feel a Mistress’s hands on her breasts and cunt, shudder as her nipples and clit were tortured, then melt into pleasure as she licked the Domme to orgasm.

  Jovina preferred the company of women to men. She just didn’t quite know how to tell her friends that. Avery and two of their other friends, Brianna and Hanna, always complained when their Masters forced them to pleasure another woman.

  Jovina felt the same way when she had to submit to a man.

  “Hurry up, sluts.” Sir K’s voice rang out. “Make sure the bags have everything, then deliver one per room. Meet back here in ten minutes.”

  Jovina picked up her bags. Sir K’s hacienda was huge, with five rooms in the main house, and two dungeons. There were also five cottages around the grounds that would be used for play.

  She knew Sir K’s family was one of the wealthiest in Santa Fe, with money so old not many people knew where it came from. He threw parties like this all the time, and Avery had loved being a part of it, at first. But a few months back, she’d confided to Jovina that she and Sir K were pulling apart.

  “I hope he doesn’t give me to a woman,” she’d said when she welcomed Jovina to the house. “The thought of eating pussy all the time is gross.”

  On the contrary, Jovina had wanted to say, to me it sounds like pure heaven.

  Mindful of her ten-minute deadline, Jovina hurried to the cottages. She entered through the unlocked doors and then placed the goody bags on the tables in the dining areas. The cottages were bigger than her apartment, she thought as she exited the second one. She supposed that was only fair, since Sir K’s house was almost as big as Buckshot, the small town where she’d grown up.

  She hurried across the courtyard to the main building, returning with plenty of time to spare. When she got inside, she found sub four, a woman she’d never met, sucking Sir K’s cock while Avery stood in a corner, her arms clasped behind her back, her nose to the brick. Sir K’s jeans were around his knees, and he was thrusting himself in and out of the woman’s mouth in a quick rhythm.

  “Sub six,” Sir K commanded as she entered, “get on your knees and lick my balls.”

  Jovina did as he asked, trying to separate her mind from her tongue as she tasted him. When she had to do men, she usually told herself it was a pussy she was eating or that the Domme topping her wore a strap-on that she would use to fuck Jovina.

  She’d had to suck Sir K at many parties, and she’d even taken him in her pussy a few times, but it never produced the incredible feelings that flooded her body when she licked a clit, or felt a Mistress’s dildo slide into her ass while the woman pronounced her a “good slut.”

  Besides, one of the things Avery had told her was a partial cause of the split with Sir K was his growing urge to “make things rough.”

  “I like it hard, don’t get me wrong, but he’s really wanting to push things, and we’re just not getting along,” Avery had said.

  Sir K grasped a chunk of her hair and pulled. Tears filled Jovina’s eyes as he guided her mouth up to his cock.

  “Trade places,” he demanded, and Jovina opened her mouth. She sucked him as hard as she could in an effort to get it over with as quickly as possible, and his muttered words of pleasure let her know he was enjoying himself. She just prayed he would have them switch again before he came.

  He didn’t. At the first taste of hot liquid, Jovina gagged and tried to pull away, but Sir K tightened his grip on her hair and kept her in place. When he was finally out of her mouth, she let the bit she hadn’t swallowed dribble down her chin.

  “What’s the matter? My cum not good enough for you?” He sounded pissed. “Avery! Get me a
crop.”

  “Forgive me, Sir K. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a cock as huge as yours in my mouth. I couldn’t take it all. I apologize.” Jovina leaned over and kissed his boots.

  “Nice try,” he said, but his voice was softer than before. “Since you were good enough to realize you’d offended me, I’ll keep the swats to twenty. Sub four, go and get a warm cloth to clean me. Then I’ll whip my first ass of the weekend.”

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  Jovina’s ass was on fire. She opened the door to admit Master Walter, bowing slightly as he entered.

  The twenty swats Sir K promised her had turned into thirty. He’d wielded the crop with no mercy. Even though Jovina usually enjoyed a good cropping, she couldn’t help but think that, if she were lucky enough for Mistress Martie to draw her number, the woman would see her welts. She didn’t like that idea. The only welts she wanted this weekend would come from the woman who had not yet arrived.

  Jovina hoped the attorney hadn’t changed her mind. So far the only Domme here was Lady Rebecca. Jovina had submitted to her more than once at Behold, and she loved the way the Mistress used a cat and the way her juices tasted, but Lady Rebecca wasn’t the one she wanted for the weekend.

  When Lady Rebecca arrived, the Domme had sucked Jovina’s breasts, thanking Sir K for “providing such succulent play toys. I’ve always enjoyed playing with her breasts; they’re so sweet and plump.” Jovina had glanced at Avery, who had frowned. Jovina had been the only sub Lady Rebecca had expressed an interest in; it was like the Domme was displaying a sign saying This sub has eaten my pussy before, several times.

  Jovina kept her spot at the door, ready to welcome new guests as the arrivals walked around and examined the naked subs positioned around the room. Part of her job was placing their luggage off to the side for later delivery to their rooms. The bags were all large, and she was sure each Dom/Domme had brought their own toys.

  She hoped one more time that Lady Rebecca wouldn’t focus on her again, and wanted to scream for joy when the Domme clasped a sub’s cock and squeezed. The man squealed in mock pain, and the Mistress laughed.

  Maybe she would want him this weekend, Jovina thought, and then she realized it wouldn’t matter what the Mistress wanted. The assignments would be random. How would she make sure Mistress Martie got her number? There had to be some way, but she wasn’t sure how.

  Twenty minutes before dinner was to be served, everyone had arrived with the exception of Mistress Martie. Jovina wanted to excuse herself, tell Sir K that something had come up and that she needed to leave.

  While she was thinking of excuses, Avery drifted her way. “Have you submitted to Lady Rebecca before?”

  A lie wouldn’t have worked here, so Jovina just nodded.

  “Where?”

  “At a party,” she said evasively. “I don’t really remember where and when.”

  Her face was hot, and Jovina knew her friend could tell she was lying. Avery opened her mouth, and Jovina was sure she was going to accuse her of not telling the truth. A knock on the door drew their attention.

  Jovina opened the door to Mistress Martie, and her heart fluttered. The statuesque woman came inside slowly.

  “Jovina, isn’t it?” She handed Jovina her bag.

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “And Avery, what wonderful greeters. You may both kiss my crotch to welcome me.”

  Jovina placed Mistress Martie’s bag with the others while Avery dropped to her knees and placed her lips against the woman’s skirt.

  “Welcome, Mistress,” Avery said as she rose and moved aside. Jovina mimicked her actions, wishing Mistress Martie would stroke her hair as she kissed her, or better yet, allow Jovina to move aside her skirt so she could kiss the Domme’s bare pussy.

  When Jovina stood, Mistress Martie moved into the other room and started talking to Sir K.

  “She’s beautiful,” Avery whispered. “When they talk about a big, beautiful woman, she’s the woman they use as an example.”

  Jovina had to agree. Mistress Martie had an hourglass figure, but her generous curves would have been more popular in the mid-twentieth century, when men worshipped women like Marilyn Monroe. The attorney’s hair was long and blonde, but today she had it pinned up.

  Jovina envisioned herself on her knees in front of Mistress Martie.

  Eat me, slut, the Domme would say, and Jovina would happily feast on her. Her pussy was wet now, her nipples hard.

  She had to figure out a way to make sure Mistress Martie got her number. Surely it couldn’t be that hard.

  * * * *

  Sir K had hired caterers for the party weekend, a company owned by a lifestyle couple named the Merchants. The subs would do the serving. For the meals, they all donned white aprons and had bare chests. They carried huge platters of food to each of the guests.

  As she offered her tray to a Dom whose name she did not know, Jovina felt someone was watching her. She hoped it was Mistress Martie, but as she moved to the other side of the unknown guest to offer Lady Rebecca some of the salad she carried, she found it was Sir K. He focused a hard glare on her, then turned to say something to Master Earnest, a computer geek who, or so Avery told her, was a wizard with a whip.

  The man didn’t have the muscular build of someone who would have that particular skill, Jovina thought, but Avery had marveled about the session she’d had with him one night.

  “Are you going to serve me, or focus on the men?” Mistress Martie’s displeasure was evident, and Jovina blushed as she moved to the woman’s side and offered the tray.

  “My apologies, Mistress.”

  “Accepted.” Martie helped herself to a serving of salad. She set the tongs on the tray, then gazed up at Jovina. “You will pay the price later by giving me a good tongue-lashing.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “I can’t wait to see if your skill level is as high as Rebecca says it is. Of course I’ll have to ask your weekend owner for permission.”

  If I have anything to do with it, you’ll be my weekend owner. “Yes, Mistress.”

  “You may call me M.”

  “Yes, M. Thank you, M.”

  “You’re welcome. You may go now.”

  Jovina hurried around the table. When her tray was empty, she went to the kitchen to get another from the kitchen. By the time the meal was over, she felt as if she were at work in her regular job as a waitress. This was supposed to be fun, not something to remind her she had a real life to go back to.

  As the subs washed the dishes, Avery came up behind her. “I’ve asked Sir K to allow you to pass around the bowl with the numbers, and he agreed. Before you start, palm your number, then put it in the dish before it gets to Master Earnest. Do him last. You won’t regret it. He’s a wonderful Dom, and he’s got a great dick.”

  Jovina couldn’t believe her luck. Master Earnest was sitting very near Mistress Martie. She would take Avery’s advice; only she would drop her number back in before Jovina offered the numbers to the blonde attorney. With any luck the Domme take the one on top.

  In the dining room, she could hear Sir K explaining the rules of how the party favors could be traded the first night only, and only if the Doms/Dommes agreed on the switch. After that, they would have to seek permission before playing with someone else’s property.

  There was a collar in each of the bags, and the collaring needed to take place tonight. It was not a permanent thing; the subs were just weekend toys.

  “What about you?” Jovina asked Avery.

  “The Dom from Roswell, Lord Kinley—he’s sitting next to Mistress Martie—has asked for me tonight. I’m sure I’ll have to play with whomever he selects as his weekend toy, but that’s okay. I’ve heard he’s a good Dom. I just don’t want to live in Roswell. I want to stay here.”

  “Doesn’t it bother you Sir K is going to trade you like a car?”

  “No.” Avery shrugged her shoulders. “It was fun while it lasted. That’s how my life’s going to be. A
s long as it’s not a woman, I’m okay.”

  Avery picked up the numbers bowl and then placed it in Jovina’s hands. She fished inside until she found the number six. “Here. Put it in your hand. Be careful that nobody sees you do it. I’ll try to cause a distraction when you get near him.”

  Jovina thanked her. Although she knew her friend would be pissed when the number six went into the bowl early.

  “Jovina!” She sighed and slowly walked to where Sir K stood. “This one would be a treat, although she needs some work on how to suck a cock.”

  Jovina blushed.

  “But look at her: beautiful caramel skin, long black hair, a little fat, but she has real breasts with great nipples. And she has pussy piercings, two on either side of her labia and on her clit hood. I’ve fucked her a few times, and she’s tight. She takes a pretty good whipping too.” He slapped her on the ass. “Pass the bowl, slut.”

  She wanted to tell him that she wasn’t fat, that women were supposed to have curves. But that would get her nowhere, except in trouble with him…again.

  She started as far away from Mistress Martie as she could, stopping in front of each Dom so they could read out the numbers and their new toys could come and kneel next to them. When she got to Lord Kinley, her palms started to sweat. So far no one had noticed the folded piece of paper in her hand.

  “Hopefully I’ll get yours,” the Dom said as he reached into the bowl. “I like to fuck tits like yours, but only after I’ve bound them and left nice rope marks.”

  She’d like that too…if Mistress Martie was doing the binding.

  The Dom selected a number and called out, “Two.” Bernadette, a sub whom Jovina always thought of as flighty, squealed in delight before she ran and knelt down next to the Dom.

  Jovina moved around them. She held the bowl against her as she moved her hand to let her number drop inside. She looked up just in time to see M watching her hand.

  She’d been caught. The Domme stared at the remaining numbers, then looked up at Jovina.