Even her hair still looked lovely, dropping now onto her shoulders with curls and twists to it from where it had been coiled on top of her head.
He dragged his gaze reluctantly from her to check on Cam. Cam, his best friend, a wonderful nurse, a man whose jokes and humor could brighten up the worst day of work ever, and bring sunshine into the hardest heart. He was so good with patients. They couldn’t resist smiling and getting better when he was caring for them. Cam was a thoughtful and honorable man. A man Fergus was proud to call his friend, and now his sub.
“Lie side by side on the bed on your stomach,” Fergus ordered them.
Sierra tossed him a quizzical look, but did as she was told, rolling onto the bed with that innate grace he loved to see. She was just as graceful as a shape-shifter, with her smooth, liquid limb movements that flowed from her body and without any jerkiness or hesitancy at all.
Fergus turned to his overnight bag and took out two pairs of handcuffs, now they couldn’t see him. “Each of you, clasp your hands together above your head please.” They did so immediately and he cuffed them then moved to the foot of the bed. He picked up the pillows from the chair and carefully pushed one each under first Cam’s hips, then Sierra’s.
Fergus went back to his overnight bag and took out the parcel he’d wrapped at home before coming to the hotel. “Back in Victorian times, a finger of ginger was sometimes inserted into a person’s ass to stop them clenching so much during a caning. I really don’t know why. A nice taut butt is always a good thing to cane. But anyway that’s how the story goes.”
This time Fergus watched Cam first. Cam had been in the BDSM scene for some years, mostly as an observer but occasionally as a participant. Fergus didn’t know whether he’d been involved in figging before, but it didn’t really matter. This would be the first time the subs were together, and later tonight he was sure Cam would be experiencing something he’d never done before. But now, Cam’s face turned toward Sierra on the bed, showing interest, nothing stronger. Sierra was the same, but she was so used to hiding her reactions it was much harder to know what she thought at any time.
“I bought this hand of ginger this morning, because fresh is best. I kept it in the refrigerator all day and prepared it just before I left to come here. It’s remained in a cool pack all evening surrounded by ice water, so it should still be highly effective.”
Again he looked at Cam and this time he thought he saw Cam give the tiniest of nods. Excellent. The anticipation of what was to come would heighten Cam’s responses.
“I cut each finger right up into the hand, so it’s nice and long. I’ve peeled the skin off and made it a uniform shape to slide right down inside your ass. And there’s a little ring around it so that’ll act as a butt plug. It doesn’t matter if it breaks, though, because nature will take care of that in time. But if we’re careful we should be able to pull it out when we’re done. Are you both ready to begin the next step?”
“Yes, Sir,” said Cam firmly.
Sierra nodded, then said, “Yes, Sir.”
She was still too new to this scene for him to chastise her, but she was plenty smart and was already following Cam’s lead.
Fergus sat on the bed beside Sierra. He removed a finger of ginger from the small cool pack and dipped it in the ice water, then teased it around the entry to her back door. He used his own finger to press against the tight muscles and was soon able to push the very end of the ginger in. He didn’t want to push too hard as it was possible to break the gingerroot, but he needed to be firm enough for the channel to open to him. It took a little while, but then the ginger slid inside her, stopping at the ring he’d carved.
“Excellent,” he said getting off the bed with his cool pack and moving to the other side.
Cam should be quite aroused since he knew what was about to happen even though he hadn’t been able to see anything.
If he ever did this scene again, it would be Sierra’s job to place the ginger in Cam’s ass, but this time he needed to do it himself because Sierra would be more comfortable with Cam beside her, experiencing what she was feeling. Besides, Fergus was a nurse and trained to touch people in a nonsexual way.
Once again the ginger slid in and he left the bed.
The cane he’d chosen to bring with him was known as a senior English cane. Made of rattan, it was finished with polyurethane and thirty-three inches long, which meant it only just fit inside his overnight bag. But it was a good cane to begin with and would work well with the ginger.
Fergus swung it through the air a few times so Sierra and Cam could accustom themselves to the idea of being caned, then he moved to stand level with Cam’s hips and, holding the cane lightly so it could vibrate in his hand, he stroked it twice across Cam’s ass.