80 - BRAT

_Trev, I’ll fly you guys down. Take Priss, the musketeers and your little man and go give the Cajuns the whole Mezcal experience. – Werewolf_





It was early afternoon when Darkness drove Camille’s Jeep back through the gate of the Cajun compound. Vaguely, they both noticed the rental cars off to the side of the main building, but did not pay much attention to them.





He parked in her regular spot, and they got out to walk up to the house. Darkness wore his slacks and his buttonless oxford shirt tucked into his waistband. Camille wore her dress and boots while carrying her jacket. She stepped in front of him, and he groaned slightly as he watched her climb the steps to the porch. Looking over her shoulder, she smiled at him watching her skirt sway on her thighs.





With each step up, her skirt lifted just enough for him to see the newer paddle mark declaring that she was a BRAT. Before they had left the cottage, he had shown her the bench at the end of the bed and the discreet hooks where her cuffs could connect.





Leaving his shirt on, she laid on her stomach and grasped the legs near the clips. He had lifted the shirt and palmed her ass and then the other.





“Do I need to get the cuffs? Or can you hold onto the legs?”





“I can…” she squealed when his hand came down on her cheek. Grabbing the legs, she squirmed slightly, “I can hold the legs.”





“Good girl,” he praised as his hand came down on the other cheek.





When her ass cheeks and thighs were a lovely shade of pink, he used the imprint paddle to mark the top of her thighs with BRAT. Now with BRAT and a few pleasure bruises peeking out at him, Darkness was trying to figure out when they could get back to their little cottage.





If everything went as planned, they could actually move into the little rental house next weekend. And then he would not have to worry about who was watching or reporting.





Not that anyone was reporting anything since she threatened to shoot off the balls of the next person who made a report to her father or any other Saint president or officer.





“What are you looking at?” she asked innocently.





“My brat,” he growled.





She gave a little laugh and then flipped her skirt up, flashing him with her ass and upper thighs just before she opened the door. They were greeted with the sounds of a loud and rambunctious Mario Kart competition.





“Fuck you!” Peanut yelled as he spun out and ended up in last place.





Athos and Aramis laughed and cheered Porthos to win against the Cajun.





“What the hell, man?” Peanut demanded as the three Saints crossed the finish line, one after another.





“You should be used to it with Camille down here,” Athos chuckled.





Camille leaned over the back of the couch and kissed Athos on his cheek. “I save my Mario Kart ass kicking for you guys.”





“And me,” Darkness smiled as she kissed the other two friends on their cheeks.





She smiled at him over her shoulder. “And you. But for now, I need a shower.”





“You still want pizza?” Darkness asked as she headed for the hallway that went to her room.





“Please,” she said as she went down the hall.





“Boys…” Clay shook his head as he came back into the main room with a fresh drink. “One of you should go find out why she needs a shower in the middle of the day.”





Darkness chuckled as all three stood up and tossed their controllers at Peanut.





“What the fuck?” Peanut demanded.





Trevor stopped the three men before they could go down the hall. “One.”





“Damn it,” they muttered as one as they all turned to face each other and got their hands ready for Rochambeau.





“One, two, three,” Porthos called and then threw paper while the other two threw scissors. Damn it.”





Athos and Aramis squared off, counting to three together. Athos threw scissors again and Aramis threw a rock.





“Hell, yeah!” Aramis threw his fist into the air in celebration.





Chuckling at the three friends, Trevor moved out of the door frame and let Aramis go down the hall.





“Ready or not, bitch, here I come!” he called out as he dashed down the hall and up the stairs to Camille’s room.





“Damn, I feel sorry for Megan!” Trevor called down the hall as the younger man took the stairs two at a time.





“What the hell is he doing?” Megan asked as she came into the main room with a bowl of dip and chips.





“Camille is here,” Athos pouted, “and he won.”





“Well, that explains everything,” she rolled her eyes as she settled into a recliner with her snack.





Priscilla laughed as she sat in the oversized chair with her one-time bully and now her friend. “They are wanting to get the deets on her cashing her cards.”





“Cashing her cards?” Megan asked, a little confused. “Wait! Wait a damned second! She’s a virgin?”





“If I were to guess,” Priscilla grinned at Darkness, “I would say that should be past tense. She was a virgin.”





He gave her a smug smile and then a small shrug. “You guys want some pizza?”





Megan shook her head as if trying to understand what they were saying. “But I’ve seen her –“





Priscilla slapped a hand over her friend’s mouth. Laughing, she told the other woman, “They all think that she’s all kinds of innocent.”





Megan pulled the hand away from her mouth and looked between Priscilla and the two musketeers, “Have they never seen her drink Mezcal?”





“That’s why we’re here,” Trevor smiled as Aramis came back into the room.





Smirking, Aramis pointed at Priscilla, “Did you know that she was a brat?”





“You didn’t know this?”





“Not like that!” He admitted. “She also has some very lovely bruises on her waist, hips and thighs.”





As he listed them out, he held his hands out in front of him as if he were holding her waist and hips. With a confused look, he moved them to what would be the inside of her thighs. His hands were at crotch level and Darkness laughed at Aramis’ expression as he tried to figure it out in his mind.





Camille appeared next to Trevor and leaned against the giant man’s side as he placed a large hand on her hip. She smirked and gave a little laugh.





“Higher,” Camille advised, and he raised them to his waist.





With a laugh of her own, she told him, “Higher.”





As an even more confused look crossed his face, he raised his hands to his chest.





“Oh my God, Megan, I am so sorry,” Porthos shook his head as he looked at his friend’s wife. “You come see me any time you want, baby girl, I’ll take care of you.”





Athos busted out laughing, “Higher, you fucking idiot!”





Raising his hands to shoulder height, Aramis looked at his friends as if they were crazy.





“A little higher, son,” Darkness chuckled.





Aramis raised his hands to his chin and realization crossed his face as he blushed behind and above his dark beard. Being the friends that they were, the other Saints laughed at him.





“Damn, boy, even I knew how she got those bruises,” Clay laughed.





“It’s okay, Megan,” Camille grinned, “I know of a bunny that can take care of you.”





“She’s got some mad skills with that tongue ring!” Priscilla waggled her eyebrows at Camille, who nodded.





“Yeah, she does,” Porthos agreed.





Realizing that his hands were still up by his face, Aramis dropped them as he assured his friends, “I can eat my wife’s pussy.”





Priscilla looked at Megan with a cocked eyebrow, “Can he? Can he really?”





“He can,” she answered with a slight blush.





“Does he do the little finger thing?” Athos asked as he mimicked rubbing his fingers against the G-spot.





“Actually, we have a toy from Naughty Clause that I like,” Megan admitted as her blush deepened.





“Oh! Naughty Claus!” Camille said as she pulled away from Trevor and dashed down the hall to her room. She returned a moment later with three boxes wrapped in X-rated Christmas wrapping paper.





“By the way, Naughty Claus is so much better than anything else in the world,” Priscilla said as Camille sat on the couch and ripped open the first box.





“A unicorn horn?” Camille asked, looking at the box.





“It’s magical!” Priscilla assured her and Megan agreed.





Opening the next one, she found a thick twisted tentacle. She held it up for the other women to see.





“That’s this year’s toy, because it was monster smut all around the clubs last year,” Priscilla grinned.





“Not complaining!” Aramis declared.





In the third box, she found a rabbit with the thrusting feature.





“That one's great for some solo time,” Megan grinned.