Once my knees allowed me to walk, I hustled up the stairs to the guest room that I had seen the last time I was here. I had not actually stayed in it, because I spent the night with Kevin and Alyssa in their bed down in the playroom.
The thought reminded me that they were downstairs in the playroom right now. Kevin was probably commanding Alyssa to undress before he tied her to the St. Anthony’s cross. It was his favorite thing to use next to the sawhorse he loved to use to paddle a naughty little sub on. My body flushed again as I remembered the feeling of his hand on my ass the last time I was here.
By the time I was done with my shower, my whole body was achy and needy all over again. I had no idea how I was going to survive watching those two play together and not spontaneously combust. But I knew if I didn’t hurry up, they might come up and drag me down there. Or worse, finish without me.