The Secret Plan (The Game #10) Read Online Cara Dee

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Game Series by Cara Dee
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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45529 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
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“Fuck yeah!” Tate was on board. He did love a good club night.

“I feel seen,” Noa commented somberly.

“We’re talking professional DJ and strobe lights that cause seizures,” Reese went on, much to the delight of the subs. “We’ll have some friends visiting from San Francisco and the Seattle area too, so that’ll be fun.”

“From Switch?” I asked curiously. Some of our kink furniture came from there. A Daddy Dom had made a name for himself over the years; he was from that community. Excellent woodworker. He’d hit it off with Walker over mutual interests.

“That’s the one.” Reese nodded to me. “It’s a small kink world. We’ve discovered we have more friends in common out there. Anyway—” He addressed everyone again. “Check out the Game page tomorrow and sign up. Smartphones will work just fine, but we have access to a few proper cameras if any of you need to borrow.”

“Oh my gosh, Daddy, we can do our photo shoot in Florida,” Kit gushed.

That was a fine idea, actually.

“I hope you’ll allow an audience for that shoot,” Macklin said.

We’d conveniently seated him on the other side of Kit, and this was why. Our boy flushed and grinned shyly.

“Would you like to watch?”

“Are you kidding me?” Macklin cranked up the predatory oomph in his eyes and snuck in a quick kiss to Kit’s cheek. “I’ll be in the front row.”

Yeah, Kit wasn’t gonna stop blushing for a while.

Luke and I exchanged a smirk, and then I gave my food all my attention.

Just a bit more. The third round at the buffet resulted in a smaller plate, but I just needed some more garlic bread, mashed potatoes, and ribs. Luke had picked up some smoked meat that was delicious too.

I stifled a belch as I sat down.

At this point, the only ones still eating were Greer, Reese, Jack, Corey, and me. Kingsley and River were outside smoking—actually, Lucian was missing too. Luke, Archie, Sloan, and Franklin were clearing away plates and preparing coffee.

“Oh, I have one! I have one!” Corey said.

The brats were imitating Sadists…

Corey cleared his throat, all eyes on him, and deepened his voice. “Keep talkin’, you’re just cruisin’ for a bruisin’, brat. Keep diggin’, keep goin’.”

I dropped my fork and stared at the brat.

Kit fucking howled with laughter. “That’s my Daddy! Oh my God! That’s so Colt!”

Cam laughed too, but he tried to be subtle about it.

Noa never went for subtle. “He’s told me that! I’ve heard him say all those things.”

“I have one too.” Tate smirked. “Pretend I’m naked—”

“Reese!” every sub yelled.

Okay, that one was hilarious.

Our resident nudist looked up from his plate and went, “Huh?”

I chuckled and shoveled some food into my mouth.

“Is it our turn yet?” Greer drawled.

“Right? I have one,” I said with my mouth full. “Pretend my hair’s full of products—”

“Tate,” Greer and Jack laughed.

Tate folded his arms over his chest and rolled his eyes.

Corey scratched his nose. “Yeah, we’re funnier.”

“But we can beat you whenever we want,” Greer retorted. “In fact, I propose a spanking competition when we’re done here. Anyone game?”

“Absolutely,” I said. “I volunteer Luke and Kit.” Luke didn’t scream Sadist, but he was a fantastic spanko. A real treat to watch.

Kit pointed to himself. “I unvolunteer myself, thank you very much.”

How cute he thought that was an option.

“Noa and I are in,” KC said. “I think I can speak for Lucian when I say he’s in with Cam too.”

“But must you?” Cam asked.

I stuck the last of a cheesy garlic roll into my mouth and grinned at their playful, narrowed-eyed exchange. Call me a sap, but I was stoked so many of us had found our kinky love matches this year.

A while later, we were treated to one hell of a show.

Five Doms on the couch, and their subs bare-assed over their laps.

“Owww, Daddy!”

“Jesus fucking Christ!”

“Gah!”

“Ow, ow, ow, ouch!”

Lucian with Cam, Luke with Kit, KC with Noa, Greer with Corey, and Kingsley with Tate.

Just one rule. Be the last brat standing.

Reese and I leaned against the strip of wall between the kitchen doorway and the entryway, drinks in our hands, grins on our faces.

“Come on, Kit! Suck it up!” I hollered.

“What do you think I’m doing?” he groaned. “Ow!”

I took a swig of my drink, appreciating my buddies’ different techniques. Greer was the type who let a big paw drop hard, and then he kneaded the flesh of Corey’s ass before switching things up with quick, brutal spanks. Kingsley was the Sadist who spread Tate’s ass cheeks to get to his asshole too. Lucian had a more sensual approach, but it was no less painful. He alternated between kneading, stroking, and spanking. Luke was somewhat similar, only he focused his pain on a smaller area. Last but not least, KC. A wicked Sadist. Noa couldn’t anticipate a single strike, because his Daddy refused to follow a rhythm. One, two, three, one, two, one, two, three, one, one, one, two, three, four. Down to the boy’s thighs too.


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